#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
