#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.