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No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.