#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
