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Awake ye muses nine |
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There is another sky |
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"Sic transit gloria mundi" |
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4. |
On this wondrous sea |
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5. |
I have a Bird in spring |
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6. |
Frequently the wood are pink |
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7. |
The feet of people walking home |
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8. |
There is a word |
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9. |
Through lane it lay -- through bramble |
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10. |
My wheel is in the dark! |
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11. |
I never told the buried gold |
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12. |
The morns are meeker than they were |
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13. |
Sleep is supposed to be |
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14. |
One Sister have I in our house |
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15. |
The Guest is gold and crimson |
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16. |
I would distil a cup |
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17. |
Emily Dickinson - Baffled for just a day or two |
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18. |
The Gentian weaves her fringes |
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19. |
A sepal, petal, and a thorn |
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20. |
Distrustful of the Gentian |
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21. |
We lose -- because we win |
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22. |
All these my banners be. |
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23. |
I had a guinea golden |
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24. |
There is a morn by men unseen |
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25. |
She slept beneath a tree |
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26. |
It's all I have to bring today |
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27. |
Morns like these -- we parted |
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28. |
So has a Daisy vanished |
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29. |
If those I loved were lost |
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30. |
Adrift! A little boat adrift! |
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31. |
Summer for thee, grant I may be |
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32. |
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, |
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33. |
If recollecting were forgetting, |
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34. |
Garland for Queens, may be |
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35. |
Nobody knows this little Rose |
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36. |
Snow flakes. |
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37. |
Before the ice is in the pools |
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38. |
By such and such an offering |
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39. |
It did not surprise me |
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40. |
When I count the seeds |
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41. |
I robbed the Woods |
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42. |
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! |
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43. |
Could live -- did live |
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44. |
If she had been the Mistletoe |
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45. |
There's something quieter than sleep |
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46. |
I keep my pledge. |
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47. |
Heart! We will forget him! |
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48. |
Once more, my now bewildered Dove |
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49. |
I never lost as much but twice |
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50. |
I haven't told my garden yet |
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51. |
I often passed the village |
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52. |
Whether my bark went down at sea |
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53. |
Taken from men -- this morning |
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54. |
If I should die, |
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55. |
By Chivalries as tiny, |
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56. |
If I should cease to bring a Rose |
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57. |
To venerate the simple days |
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58. |
Delayed till she had ceased to know |
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59. |
A little East of Jordan, |
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60. |
Like her the Saints retire, |
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61. |
Papa above! |
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62. |
"Sown in dishonor"! |
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63. |
If pain for peace prepares |
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64. |
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! |
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65. |
I can't tell you -- but you feel it |
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66. |
So from the mould |
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67. |
Success is counted sweetest |
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68. |
Ambition cannot find him. |
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69. |
Low at my problem bending, |
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70. |
"Arcturus" is his other name |
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71. |
A throe upon the features |
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72. |
Glowing is her Bonnet, |
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73. |
Who never lost, are unprepared |
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74. |
A Lady red -- amid the Hill |
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75. |
She died at play, |
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76. |
Exultation is the going |
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77. |
I never hear the word "escape" |
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78. |
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart |
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79. |
Going to Heaven! |
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80. |
Our lives are Swiss |
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81. |
We should not mind so small a flower |
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82. |
Whose cheek is this? |
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83. |
Heart, not so heavy as mine |
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84. |
Her breast is fit for pearls, |
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85. |
"They have not chosen me," he said, |
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86. |
South Winds jostle them |
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87. |
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear |
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88. |
As by the dead we love to sit, |
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89. |
Some things that fly there be |
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90. |
Within my reach! |
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91. |
So bashful when I spied her! |
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92. |
My friend must be a Bird |
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93. |
Went up a year this evening! |
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94. |
Angels, in the early morning |
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95. |
My nosegays are for Captives |
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96. |
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. |
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97. |
The rainbow never tells me |
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98. |
One dignity delays for all |
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99. |
New feet within my garden go |
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100. |
A science -- so the Savants say, |
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101. |
Will there really be a "Morning"? |
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102. |
Great Caesar! Condescend |
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103. |
I have a King, who does not speak |
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104. |
Where I have lost, I softer tread |
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105. |
To hang our head -- ostensibly |
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106. |
The Daisy follows soft the Sun |
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107. |
'Twas such a little -- little boat |
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108. |
Surgeons must be very careful |
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109. |
By a flower -- By a letter |
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110. |
Artists wrestled here! |
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111. |
The Bee is not afraid of me. |
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112. |
Where bells no more affright the morn |
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113. |
Our share of night to bear |
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114. |
Good night, because we must, |
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115. |
What Inn is this |
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116. |
I had some things that I called mine |
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117. |
In rags mysterious as these |
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118. |
My friend attacks my friend! |
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119. |
Talk with prudence to a Beggar |
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120. |
If this is "fading" |
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121. |
As Watchers hang upon the East, |
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122. |
A something in a summer's Day |
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123. |
Many cross the Rhine |
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124. |
In lands I never saw -- they say |
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125. |
For each ecstatic instant |
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126. |
To fight aloud, is very brave |
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127. |
"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me |
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128. |
Bring me the sunset in a cup, |
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129. |
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! |
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130. |
These are the days when Birds come back |
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131. |
Besides the Autumn poets sing |
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132. |
I bring an unaccustomed wine |
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133. |
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" |
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134. |
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, |
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135. |
Water, is taught by thirst. |
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136. |
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, |
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137. |
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody |
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138. |
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray |
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139. |
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? |
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140. |
An altered look about the hills |
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141. |
Some, too fragile for winter winds |
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142. |
Whose are the little beds, I asked |
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143. |
For every Bird a Nest |
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144. |
She bore it till the simple veins |
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145. |
This heart that broke so long |
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146. |
On such a night, or such a night, |
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147. |
Bless God, he went as soldiers, |
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148. |
All overgrown by cunning moss, |
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149. |
She went as quiet as the Dew |
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150. |
She died -- this was the way she died. |
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151. |
Mute thy Coronation |
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152. |
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! |
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153. |
Dust is the only Secret |
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154. |
Except to Heaven, she is nought. |
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155. |
The Murmur of a Bee |
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156. |
You love me -- you are sure |
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157. |
Musicians wrestle everywhere |
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158. |
Dying! Dying in the night! |
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159. |
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb |
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160. |
Just lost, when I was saved! |
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161. |
A feather from the Whippoorwill |
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162. |
My River runs to thee |
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163. |
Tho' my destiny be Fustian |
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164. |
Mama never forgets her birds, |
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165. |
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest |
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166. |
I met a King this afternoon! |
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167. |
To learn the Transport by the Pain |
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168. |
If the foolish, call them "flowers" |
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169. |
In Ebon Box, when years have flown |
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170. |
Portraits are to daily faces |
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171. |
Wait till the Majesty of Death |
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172. |
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! |
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173. |
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, |
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174. |
At last, to be identified! |
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175. |
I have never seen "Volcanoes" |
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176. |
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! |
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177. |
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! |
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178. |
I cautious, scanned my little life |
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179. |
If I could bribe them by a Rose |
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180. |
As if some little Arctic flower |
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181. |
I lost a World -- the other day! |
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182. |
If I shouldn't be alive |
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183. |
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes |
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184. |
A transport one cannot contain |
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185. |
"Faith" is a fine invention |
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186. |
What shall I do -- it whimpers so |
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187. |
How many times these low feet staggered |
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188. |
Make me a picture of the sun |
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189. |
It's such a little thing to weep |
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190. |
He was weak, and I was strong -- then |
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191. |
The Skies can't keep their secret! |
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192. |
Poor little Heart! |
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193. |
I shall know why -- when Time is over |
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194. |
On this long storm the Rainbow rose |
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195. |
For this -- accepted Breath |
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196. |
We don't cry -- Tim and I, |
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Morning -- is the place for Dew |
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198. |
Morning -- is the place for Dew |
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199. |
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that |
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200. |
I stole them from a Bee |
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201. |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar |
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202. |
My Eye is fuller than my vase |
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203. |
He forgot -- and I -- remembered |
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204. |
A slash of Blue |
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205. |
I should not dare to leave my friend, |
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206. |
The Flower must not blame the Bee |
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207. |
Tho' I get home how late -- how late |
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208. |
The Rose did caper on her cheek |
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209. |
With thee, in the Desert |
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210. |
The thought beneath so slight a film |
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211. |
Come slowly -- Eden! |
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212. |
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea |
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213. |
Did the Harebell loose her girdle |
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214. |
I taste a liquor never brewed |
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215. |
What is -- "Paradise" |
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216. |
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers |
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217. |
Savior! I've no one else to tell |
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218. |
Is it true, dear Sue? |
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219. |
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms |
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220. |
Could I -- then -- shut the door |
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221. |
It can't be "Summer"! |
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222. |
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, |
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223. |
I Came to buy a smile -- today |
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224. |
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know |
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225. |
Jesus! thy Crucifix |
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226. |
Should you but fail at -- Sea |
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227. |
Teach Him -- When He makes the names |
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228. |
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple |
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229. |
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown |
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230. |
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing |
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231. |
God permits industrious Angels |
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232. |
The Sun -- just touched the Morning |
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233. |
The Lamp burns sure -- within |
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234. |
You're right -- "the way is narrow" |
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235. |
The Court is far away |
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236. |
If He dissolve -- then |
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237. |
I think just how my shape will rise |
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238. |
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you |
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239. |
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! |
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240. |
Ah, Moon -- and Star! |
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241. |
I like a look of Agony, |
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242. |
When we stand on the tops of Things |
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243. |
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent |
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244. |
It is easy to work when the soul is at play |
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245. |
I held a Jewel in my fingers |
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246. |
Forever at His side to walk |
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247. |
What would I give to see his face? |
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248. |
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? |
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249. |
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! |
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250. |
I shall keep singing! |
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251. |
Over the fence |
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252. |
I can wade Grief |
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253. |
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime |
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254. |
"Hope" is the thing with feathers |
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255. |
To die -- takes just a little while |
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256. |
If I'm lost -- now |
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257. |
Delight is as the flight |
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258. |
There's a certain Slant of light, |
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259. |
Good Night! Which put the Candle out? |
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260. |
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove |
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261. |
Put up my lute! |
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262. |
The lonesome for they know not What |
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263. |
A single Screw of Flesh |
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264. |
A Weight with Needles on the pounds |
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265. |
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss |
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266. |
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes |
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267. |
Did we disobey Him? |
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268. |
Me, change! Me, alter! |
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269. |
Bound -- a trouble |
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270. |
One Life of so much Consequence! |
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271. |
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said |
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272. |
I breathed enough to take the Trick |
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273. |
He put the Belt around my life |
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274. |
The only Ghost I ever saw |
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275. |
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! |
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276. |
Many a phrase has the English language |
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277. |
What if I say I shall not wait! |
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278. |
A shady friend -- for Torrid days |
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279. |
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, |
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280. |
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, |
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281. |
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates |
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282. |
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, |
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283. |
A Mien to move a Queen |
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284. |
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea |
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285. |
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune |
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286. |
That after Horror -- that 'twas us |
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287. |
A Clock stopped |
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288. |
I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
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289. |
I know some lonely Houses off the Road |
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290. |
Of Bronze -- and Blaze |
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291. |
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset |
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292. |
If your Nerve, deny you |
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293. |
I got so I could take his name |
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294. |
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise |
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295. |
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me |
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296. |
One Year ago -- jots what? |
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297. |
It's like the Light |
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298. |
Alone, I cannot be |
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299. |
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. |
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300. |
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer |
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301. |
I reason, Earth is short |
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302. |
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle |
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303. |
The Soul selects her own Society |
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304. |
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock |
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305. |
The difference between Despair |
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306. |
The Soul's Superior instants |
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307. |
The One who could repeat the Summer day |
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308. |
I send Two Sunsets |
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309. |
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew |
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310. |
Give little Anguish |
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311. |
It sifts from Leaden Sieves |
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312. |
Her -- "last Poems" |
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313. |
I should have been too glad, I see |
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314. |
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling |
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315. |
He fumbles at your Soul |
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316. |
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today |
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317. |
Just so -- Jesus -- raps |
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318. |
I'll tell you how the Sun rose |
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319. |
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized |
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320. |
We play at Paste |
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321. |
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad |
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322. |
There came a Day at Summer's full |
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323. |
As if I asked a common Alms |
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324. |
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church |
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325. |
Of Tribulation, these are They |
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326. |
I cannot dance upon my Toes |
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327. |
Before I got my eye put out |
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328. |
A Bird came down the Walk |
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329. |
So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem |
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330. |
The Juggler's Hat her Country is |
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331. |
While Asters |
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332. |
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight |
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333. |
The Grass so little has to do |
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334. |
All the letters I can write |
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335. |
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so |
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336. |
The face I carry with me -- last |
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337. |
I know a place where Summer strives |
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338. |
I know that He exists. |
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339. |
I tend my flowers for thee |
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340. |
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, |
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341. |
After great pain, a formal feeling comes |
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342. |
It will be Summer -- eventually. |
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343. |
My Reward for Being, was This. |
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344. |
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain |
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345. |
Funny -- to be a Century |
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346. |
Not probable -- The barest Chance |
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347. |
When Night is almost done |
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348. |
I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
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349. |
I had the Glory -- that will do |
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350. |
They leave us with the Infinite. |
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351. |
I felt my life with both my hands |
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352. |
Perhaps I asked too large |
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353. |
A happy lip -- breaks sudden |
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354. |
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly |
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355. |
'Tis Opposites -- entice |
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356. |
The Day that I was crowned |
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357. |
God is a distant -- stately Lover |
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358. |
If any sink, assure that this, now standing |
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359. |
I gained it so |
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360. |
Death sets a Thing significant |
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361. |
What I can do -- I will |
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362. |
It struck me -- every Day |
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363. |
I went to thank Her |
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364. |
The Morning after Woe |
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365. |
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? |
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366. |
Although I put away his life |
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367. |
Over and over, like a Tune |
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368. |
How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine |
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369. |
She lay as if at play |
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370. |
Heaven is so far of the Mind |
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371. |
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis |
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372. |
I know lives, I could miss |
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373. |
I'm saying every day |
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374. |
I went to Heaven |
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375. |
The Angle of a Landscape |
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376. |
Of Course -- I prayed |
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377. |
To lose one's faith -- surpass |
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378. |
I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched |
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379. |
Rehearsal to Ourselves |
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380. |
There is a flower that Bees prefer |
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381. |
A Secret told |
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382. |
For Death -- or rather |
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383. |
Exhilaration -- is within |
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384. |
No Rack can torture me |
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385. |
Smiling back from Coronation |
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386. |
Answer July |
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387. |
The sweetest Heresy received |
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388. |
Take your Heaven further on |
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389. |
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, |
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390. |
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature |
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391. |
A Visitor in Marl |
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392. |
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education |
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393. |
Did Our Best Moment last |
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394. |
'Twas Love -- not me |
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395. |
Reverse cannot befall |
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396. |
There is a Languor of the Life |
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397. |
When Diamonds are a Legend, |
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398. |
I had not minded -- Walls |
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399. |
A House upon the Height |
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400. |
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! |
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401. |
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures |
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402. |
I pay -- in Satin Cash |
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403. |
The Winters are so short |
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404. |
How many Flowers fail in Wood |
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405. |
It might be lonelier |
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406. |
Some -- Work for Immortality |
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407. |
If What we could -- were what we would |
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408. |
Unit, like Death, for Whom? |
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409. |
They dropped like Flakes |
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410. |
The first Day's Night had come |
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411. |
The Color of the Grave is Green |
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412. |
I read my sentence -- steadily |
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413. |
I never felt at Home -- Below |
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414. |
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, |
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415. |
Sunset at Night -- is natural |
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416. |
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note |
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417. |
Is it dead -- Find it |
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418. |
Not in this World to see his face |
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419. |
We grow accustomed to the Dark |
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420. |
You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon |
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421. |
A Charm invests a face |
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422. |
More Life -- went out -- when He went |
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423. |
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot |
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424. |
Removed from Accident of Loss |
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425. |
Good Morning -- Midnight |
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426. |
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did |
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427. |
I'll clutch -- and clutch |
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428. |
Taking up the fair Ideal, |
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429. |
The Moon is distant from the Sea |
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430. |
It would never be Common -- more -- I said |
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431. |
Me -- come! My dazzled face |
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432. |
Do People moulder equally, |
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433. |
Knows how to forget! |
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434. |
To love thee Year by Year |
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435. |
Much Madness is divinest Sense |
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436. |
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man |
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437. |
Prayer is the little implement |
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438. |
Forget! The lady with the Amulet |
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439. |
Undue Significance a starving man attaches |
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440. |
'Tis customary as we part |
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441. |
This is my letter to the World |
|
442. |
God made a little Gentian |
|
443. |
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl |
|
444. |
It feels a shame to be Alive |
|
445. |
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. |
|
446. |
I showed her Heights she never saw |
|
447. |
Could -- I do more -- for Thee |
|
448. |
This was a Poet -- It is That |
|
449. |
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce |
|
450. |
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, |
|
451. |
The Outer -- from the Inner |
|
452. |
The Malay -- took the Pearl |
|
453. |
Love -- thou art high |
|
454. |
It was given to me by the Gods |
|
455. |
Triumph -- may be of several kinds |
|
456. |
So well that I can live without |
|
457. |
Sweet -- safe -- Houses |
|
458. |
Like eyes that looked on Wastes |
|
459. |
A Tooth upon Our Peace |
|
460. |
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells |
|
461. |
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be |
|
462. |
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so |
|
463. |
I live with Him -- I see His face |
|
464. |
The power to be true to You, |
|
465. |
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died |
|
466. |
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls |
|
467. |
We do not play on Graves |
|
468. |
The Manner of its Death |
|
469. |
The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning |
|
470. |
I am alive -- I guess |
|
471. |
A Night -- there lay the Days between |
|
472. |
Except the Heaven had come so near |
|
473. |
I am ashamed -- I hide |
|
474. |
They put Us far apart |
|
475. |
Doom is the House without the Door |
|
476. |
I meant to have but modest needs |
|
477. |
No Man can compass a Despair |
|
478. |
I had no time to Hate |
|
479. |
She dealt her pretty words like Blades |
|
480. |
"Why do I love" You, Sir? |
|
481. |
The Himmaleh was known to stoop |
|
482. |
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face |
|
483. |
A Solemn thing within the Soul |
|
484. |
My Garden -- like the Beach |
|
485. |
To make One's Toilette -- after Death |
|
486. |
I was the slightest in the House |
|
487. |
You love the Lord -- you cannot see |
|
488. |
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter |
|
489. |
We pray -- to Heaven |
|
490. |
To One denied the drink |
|
491. |
While it is alive |
|
492. |
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! |
|
493. |
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me |
|
494. |
Going to Him! Happy letter! |
|
495. |
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart |
|
496. |
As far from pity, as complaint |
|
497. |
He strained my faith |
|
498. |
I envy Seas, whereon He rides |
|
499. |
Those fair -- fictitious People |
|
500. |
Within my Garden, rides a Bird |
|
501. |
This World is not Conclusion. |
|
502. |
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- |
|
503. |
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- |
|
504. |
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- |
|
505. |
I would not paint -- a picture -- |
|
506. |
He touched me, so I live to know |
|
507. |
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- |
|
508. |
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- |
|
509. |
If anybody's friend be dead |
|
510. |
It was not Death, for I stood up, |
|
511. |
If you were coming in the Fall, |
|
512. |
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- |
|
513. |
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, |
|
514. |
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- |
|
515. |
No Crowd that has occurred |
|
516. |
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- |
|
517. |
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- |
|
518. |
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night |
|
519. |
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- |
|
520. |
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- |
|
521. |
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- |
|
522. |
Had I presumed to hope -- |
|
523. |
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered |
|
524. |
Departed -- to the Judgment -- |
|
525. |
I think the Hemlock likes to stand |
|
526. |
To hear an Oriole sing |
|
527. |
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- |
|
528. |
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! |
|
529. |
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- |
|
530. |
You cannot put a Fire out -- |
|
531. |
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- |
|
532. |
I tried to think a lonelier Thing |
|
533. |
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- |
|
534. |
We see -- Comparatively -- |
|
535. |
She's happy, with a new Content -- |
|
536. |
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- |
|
537. |
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt |
|
538. |
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold -- |
|
539. |
The Province of the Saved |
|
540. |
I took my Power in my Hand -- |
|
541. |
Some such Butterfly be seen |
|
542. |
I had no Cause to be awake -- |
|
543. |
I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- |
|
544. |
The Martyr Poets -- did not tell -- |
|
545. |
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- |
|
546. |
To fill a Gap |
|
547. |
I've seen a Dying Eye |
|
548. |
Death is potential to that Man |
|
549. |
That I did always love |
|
550. |
I cross till I am weary |
|
551. |
There is a Shame of Nobleness -- |
|
552. |
An ignorance a Sunset |
|
553. |
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only -- |
|
554. |
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- |
|
555. |
Trust in the Unexpected -- |
|
556. |
The Brain, within its Groove |
|
557. |
She hideth Her the last -- |
|
558. |
But little Carmine hath her face -- |
|
559. |
It knew no Medicine -- |
|
560. |
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation -- |
|
561. |
I measure every Grief I meet |
|
562. |
Conjecturing a Climate |
|
563. |
I could not prove the Years had feet -- |
|
564. |
My period had come for Prayer -- |
|
565. |
One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- |
|
566. |
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- |
|
567. |
He gave away his Life -- |
|
568. |
We learned the Whole of Love -- |
|
569. |
I reckon -- when I count it all -- |
|
570. |
I could die -- to know -- |
|
571. |
Must be a Woe -- |
|
572. |
Delight -- becomes pictorial -- |
|
573. |
The Test of Love -- is Death -- |
|
574. |
My first well Day -- since many ill -- |
|
575. |
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- |
|
576. |
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, |
|
577. |
If I may have it, when it's dead, |
|
578. |
The Body grows without -- |
|
579. |
I had been hungry, all the Years -- |
|
580. |
I gave myself to Him -- |
|
581. |
I found the words to every thought |
|
582. |
Inconceivably solemn! |
|
583. |
A Toad, can die of Light -- |
|
584. |
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow |
|
585. |
I like to see it lap the Miles -- |
|
586. |
We talked as Girls do -- |
|
587. |
Empty my Heart, of Thee -- |
|
588. |
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- |
|
589. |
The Night was wide, and furnished scant |
|
590. |
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- |
|
591. |
To interrupt His Yellow Plan |
|
592. |
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- |
|
593. |
I think I was enchanted |
|
594. |
The Battle fought between the Soul |
|
595. |
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red |
|
596. |
When I was small, a Woman died -- |
|
597. |
It always felt to me -- a wrong |
|
598. |
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- |
|
599. |
There is a pain -- so utter -- |
|
600. |
It troubled me as once I was -- |
|
601. |
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- |
|
602. |
Of Brussels -- it was not -- |
|
603. |
He found my Being -- set it up -- |
|
604. |
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- |
|
605. |
The Spider holds a Silver Ball |
|
606. |
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- |
|
607. |
Of nearness to her sundered Things |
|
608. |
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? |
|
609. |
I Years had been from Home |
|
610. |
You'll find -- it when you try to die -- |
|
611. |
I see thee better -- in the Dark -- |
|
612. |
It would have starved a Gnat -- |
|
613. |
They shut me up in Prose -- |
|
614. |
In falling Timbers buried -- |
|
615. |
Our journey had advanced -- |
|
616. |
I rose -- because He sank -- |
|
617. |
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- |
|
618. |
At leisure is the Soul |
|
619. |
Glee -- The great storm is over -- |
|
620. |
It makes no difference abroad -- |
|
621. |
I asked no other thing -- |
|
622. |
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- |
|
623. |
It was too late for Man -- |
|
624. |
Forever -- it composed of Nows -- |
|
625. |
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time |
|
626. |
Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- |
|
627. |
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- |
|
628. |
They called me to the Window, for |
|
629. |
I watched the Moon around the House |
|
630. |
The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- |
|
631. |
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- |
|
632. |
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- |
|
633. |
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins |
|
634. |
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- |
|
635. |
I think the longest Hour of all |
|
636. |
The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- |
|
637. |
The Child's faith is new -- |
|
638. |
To my small Hearth His fire came -- |
|
639. |
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- |
|
640. |
I cannot live with You -- |
|
641. |
Size circumscribes -- it has no room |
|
642. |
Me from Myself -- to banish -- |
|
643. |
I could suffice for Him, I knew -- |
|
644. |
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- |
|
645. |
Bereavement in their death to feel |
|
646. |
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss |
|
647. |
A little Road -- not made of Man -- |
|
648. |
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- |
|
649. |
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
|
650. |
Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- |
|
651. |
So much Summer |
|
652. |
A Prison gets to be a friend -- |
|
653. |
Of Being is a Bird |
|
654. |
A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- |
|
655. |
Without this -- there is nought -- |
|
656. |
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- |
|
657. |
I dwell in Possibility -- |
|
658. |
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- |
|
659. |
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, |
|
660. |
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- |
|
661. |
Could I but ride indefinite |
|
662. |
Embarrassment of one another |
|
663. |
Again -- his voice is at the door -- |
|
664. |
Of all the Souls that stand create -- |
1 Comments
|
665. |
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- |
|
666. |
Ah, Teneriffe! |
|
667. |
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- |
|
668. |
"Nature" is what we see -- |
|
669. |
No Romance sold unto |
|
670. |
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- |
|
671. |
She dwelleth in the Ground -- |
|
672. |
The Future -- never spoke -- |
|
673. |
The Love a Life can show Below |
|
674. |
The Soul that hath a Guest |
|
675. |
Essential Oils -- are wrung -- |
|
676. |
Least Bee that brew -- |
|
677. |
To be alive -- is Power -- |
|
678. |
Wolfe demanded during dying |
|
679. |
Conscious am I in my Chamber, |
|
680. |
Each Life Converges to some Centre -- |
|
681. |
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- |
|
682. |
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- |
|
683. |
The Soul unto itself |
|
684. |
Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- |
|
685. |
Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits, |
|
686. |
They say that "Time assuages" -- |
|
687. |
I'll send the feather from my Hat! |
|
688. |
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- |
|
689. |
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- |
|
690. |
Victory comes late -- |
|
691. |
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. |
|
692. |
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still |
|
693. |
Shells from the Coast mistaking -- |
|
694. |
The Heaven vests for Each |
|
695. |
As if the Sea should part |
|
696. |
Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- |
|
697. |
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- |
|
698. |
Life -- is what we make of it -- |
|
699. |
The Judge is like the Owl -- |
|
700. |
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? |
|
701. |
A Thought went up my mind today -- |
|
702. |
A first Mute Coming -- |
|
703. |
Out of sight? What of that? |
|
704. |
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- |
|
705. |
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death -- |
|
706. |
Life, and Death, and Giants -- |
|
707. |
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- |
|
708. |
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- |
|
709. |
Publication -- is the Auction |
|
710. |
The Sunrise runs for Both -- |
|
711. |
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds |
|
712. |
Because I could not stop for Death -- |
2 Comments
|
713. |
Fame of Myself, to justify, |
|
714. |
Rest at Night |
|
715. |
The World -- feels Dusty |
|
716. |
The Day undressed -- Herself -- |
|
717. |
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- |
|
718. |
I meant to find Her when I came -- |
|
719. |
A South Wind -- has a pathos |
|
720. |
No Prisoner be -- |
|
721. |
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- |
|
722. |
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- |
|
723. |
It tossed -- and tossed -- |
|
724. |
It's easy to invent a Life -- |
|
725. |
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- |
|
726. |
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- |
|
727. |
Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- |
|
728. |
Let Us play Yesterday -- |
|
729. |
Alter! When the Hills do -- |
|
730. |
Defrauded I a Butterfly -- |
|
731. |
"I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life -- |
|
732. |
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt |
|
733. |
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. |
|
734. |
If He were living -- dare I ask -- |
|
735. |
Upon Concluded Lives |
|
736. |
Have any like Myself |
|
737. |
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold |
|
738. |
You said that I "was Great" -- one Day -- |
|
739. |
I many times thought Peace had come |
|
740. |
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- |
|
741. |
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day |
|
742. |
Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- |
|
743. |
The Birds reported from the South -- |
|
744. |
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- |
|
745. |
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- |
|
746. |
Never for Society |
|
747. |
It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- |
|
748. |
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- |
|
749. |
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- |
|
750. |
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- |
|
751. |
My Worthiness is all my Doubt -- |
|
752. |
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder |
|
753. |
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- |
|
754. |
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- |
|
755. |
No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing |
|
756. |
One Blessing had I than the rest |
|
757. |
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- |
|
758. |
These -- saw Visions -- |
|
759. |
He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- |
|
760. |
Most she touched me by her muteness -- |
|
761. |
From Blank to Blank -- |
|
762. |
The Whole of it came not at once -- |
|
763. |
He told a homely tale |
|
764. |
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- |
|
765. |
You constituted Time -- |
|
766. |
My Faith is larger than the Hills -- |
|
767. |
To offer brave assistance |
|
768. |
When I hoped, I recollect |
|
769. |
One and One -- are One -- |
|
770. |
I lived on Dread -- |
|
771. |
None can experience sting |
|
772. |
The hallowing of Pain |
|
773. |
Deprived of other Banquet, |
|
774. |
It is a lonesome Glee -- |
|
775. |
If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me -- |
|
776. |
The Color of a Queen, is this -- |
|
777. |
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- |
|
778. |
This that would greet -- an hour ago -- |
|
779. |
The Service without Hope -- |
|
780. |
The Truth -- is stirless -- |
|
781. |
To wait an Hour -- is long -- |
|
782. |
There is an arid Pleasure -- |
|
783. |
The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- |
|
784. |
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- |
|
785. |
They have a little Odor -- that to me |
|
786. |
Severer Service of myself |
|
787. |
Such is the Force of Happiness -- |
|
788. |
Joy to have merited the Pain -- |
|
789. |
On a Columnar Self -- |
|
790. |
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, |
|
791. |
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- |
|
792. |
Through the strait pass of suffering -- |
|
793. |
Grief is a Mouse -- |
|
794. |
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- |
|
795. |
Her final Summer was it -- |
|
796. |
Who Giants know, with lesser Men |
|
797. |
By my Window have I for Scenery |
|
798. |
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- |
|
799. |
Despair's advantage is achieved |
|
800. |
Two -- were immortal twice -- |
|
801. |
I play at Riches -- to appease |
|
802. |
Time feels so vast that were it not |
|
803. |
Who Court obtain within Himself |
|
804. |
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- |
|
805. |
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- |
|
806. |
A Planted Life -- diversified |
|
807. |
Expectation -- is Contentment -- |
|
808. |
So set its Sun in Thee |
|
809. |
Unable are the Loved to die |
|
810. |
Her Grace is all she has -- |
|
811. |
The Veins of other Flowers |
|
812. |
A Light exists in Spring |
|
813. |
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies |
|
814. |
One Day is there of the Series |
|
815. |
The Luxury to apprehend |
|
816. |
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some |
|
817. |
Given in Marriage unto Thee |
|
818. |
I could not drink it, Sweet, |
|
819. |
All I may, if small, |
|
820. |
All Circumstances are the Frame |
|
821. |
Away from Home are some and I -- |
|
822. |
This Consciousness that is aware |
|
823. |
Not that We did, shall be the test |
|
824. |
The Wind begun to rock the Grass |
|
825. |
An Hour is a Sea |
|
826. |
Love reckons by itself -- alone -- |
|
827. |
The Only News I know |
|
828. |
The Robin is the One |
|
829. |
Ample make this Bed -- |
|
830. |
To this World she returned. |
|
831. |
Dying! To be afraid of thee |
|
832. |
Soto! Explore thyself! |
|
833. |
Perhaps you think me stooping |
|
834. |
Before He comes we weigh the Time! |
|
835. |
Nature and God -- I neither knew |
|
836. |
Truth -- is as old as God -- |
|
837. |
How well I knew Her not |
|
838. |
Impossibility, like Wine |
|
839. |
Always Mine! |
|
840. |
I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold -- |
|
841. |
A Moth the hue of this |
|
842. |
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! |
|
843. |
I made slow Riches but my Gain |
|
844. |
Spring is the Period |
|
845. |
Be Mine the Doom -- |
|
846. |
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure |
|
847. |
Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- |
|
848. |
Just as He spoke it from his Hands |
|
849. |
The good Will of a Flower |
|
850. |
I sing to use the Waiting |
|
851. |
When the Astronomer stops seeking |
|
852. |
Apology for Her |
|
853. |
When One has given up One's life |
|
854. |
Banish Air from Air -- |
|
855. |
To own the Art within the Soul |
|
856. |
There is a finished feeling |
|
857. |
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre |
|
858. |
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life |
|
859. |
A doubt if it be Us |
|
860. |
Absence disembodies -- so does Death |
|
861. |
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- |
|
862. |
Light is sufficient to itself -- |
|
863. |
That Distance was between Us |
|
864. |
The Robin for the Crumb |
|
865. |
He outstripped Time with but a Bout, |
|
866. |
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave |
|
867. |
Escaping backward to perceive |
|
868. |
They ask but our Delight -- |
|
869. |
Because the Bee may blameless hum |
|
870. |
Finding is the first Act |
|
871. |
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- |
|
872. |
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies |
|
873. |
Ribbons of the Year -- |
|
874. |
They won't frown always -- some sweet Day |
|
875. |
I stepped from Plank to Plank |
|
876. |
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone |
|
877. |
Each Scar I'll keep for Him |
|
878. |
The Sun is gay or stark |
|
879. |
Each Second is the last |
|
880. |
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb |
|
881. |
I've none to tell me to but Thee |
|
882. |
A Shade upon the mind there passes |
|
883. |
The Poets light but Lamps -- |
|
884. |
As Everywhere of Silver |
|
885. |
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain |
|
886. |
These tested Our Horizon -- |
|
887. |
We outgrow love, like other things |
|
888. |
When I have seen the Sun emerge |
|
889. |
Crisis is a Hair |
|
890. |
From Us She wandered now a Year, |
|
891. |
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- |
|
892. |
Who occupies this House? |
|
893. |
Drab Habitation of Whom? |
|
894. |
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate |
|
895. |
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky |
|
896. |
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe |
|
897. |
How fortunate the Grave -- |
|
898. |
How happy I was if I could forget |
|
899. |
Herein a Blossom lies -- |
|
900. |
What did They do since I saw Them? |
|
901. |
Sweet, to have had them lost |
|
902. |
The first Day that I was a Life |
|
903. |
I hide myself within my flower, |
|
904. |
Had I not This, or This, I said, |
|
905. |
Between My Country -- and the Others -- |
|
906. |
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- |
|
907. |
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- |
|
908. |
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou |
|
909. |
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- |
|
910. |
Experience is the Angled Road |
|
911. |
Too little way the House must lie |
|
912. |
Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- |
|
913. |
And this of all my Hopes |
|
914. |
I cannot be ashamed |
|
915. |
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge |
|
916. |
His Feet are shod with Gauze -- |
|
917. |
Love -- is anterior to Life -- |
|
918. |
Only a Shrine, but Mine -- |
|
919. |
If I can stop one Heart from breaking |
|
920. |
We can but follow to the Sun -- |
|
921. |
If it had no pencil |
|
922. |
Those who have been in the Grave the longest -- |
|
923. |
How the Waters closed above Him |
|
924. |
Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- |
|
925. |
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- |
|
926. |
Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- |
|
927. |
Absent Place -- an April Day -- |
|
928. |
The Heart has narrow Banks |
|
929. |
How far is it to Heaven? |
|
930. |
There is a June when Corn is cut |
|
931. |
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- |
|
932. |
My best Acquaintances are those |
|
933. |
Two Travellers perishing in Snow |
|
934. |
That is solemn we have ended |
|
935. |
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, |
|
936. |
This Dust, and its Feature -- |
|
937. |
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- |
|
938. |
Fairer through Fading -- as the Day |
|
939. |
What I see not, I better see -- |
|
940. |
On that dear Frame the Years had worn |
|
941. |
The Lady feeds Her little Bird |
|
942. |
Snow beneath whose chilly softness |
|
943. |
A Coffin -- is a small Domain, |
|
944. |
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- |
|
945. |
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- |
|
946. |
It is an honorable Thought |
|
947. |
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? |
|
948. |
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- |
|
949. |
Under the Light, yet under, |
|
950. |
The Sunset stopped on Cottages |
|
951. |
As Frost is best conceived |
|
952. |
A Man may make a Remark -- |
|
953. |
A Door just opened on a street -- |
|
954. |
The Chemical conviction |
|
955. |
The Hollows round His eager Eyes |
|
956. |
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- |
|
957. |
As One does Sickness over |
|
958. |
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints |
|
959. |
A loss of something ever felt I -- |
|
960. |
As plan for Noon and plan for Night |
|
961. |
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee |
|
962. |
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- |
|
963. |
A nearness to Tremendousness -- |
|
964. |
"Unto Me?" I do not know you -- |
|
965. |
Denial -- is the only fact |
|
966. |
All forgot for recollecting |
|
967. |
Pain -- expands the Time -- |
|
968. |
Fitter to see Him, I may be |
|
969. |
He who in Himself believes -- |
|
970. |
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- |
|
971. |
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- |
|
972. |
Unfulfilled to Observation -- |
|
973. |
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me -- |
|
974. |
The Soul's distinct connection |
|
975. |
The Mountain sat upon the Plain |
|
976. |
Death is a Dialogue between |
|
977. |
Besides this May |
|
978. |
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- |
|
979. |
This Merit hath the worst -- |
|
980. |
Purple -- is fashionable twice -- |
|
981. |
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer |
|
982. |
No Other can reduce |
|
983. |
Ideals are the Fairly Oil |
|
984. |
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight |
|
985. |
The Missing All -- prevented Me |
|
986. |
A narrow Fellow in the Grass |
|
987. |
The Leaves like Women interchange |
|
988. |
The Definition of Beauty is |
|
989. |
Gratitude -- is not the mention |
|
990. |
Not all die early, dying young -- |
|
991. |
She sped as Petals of a Rose |
|
992. |
The Dust behind I strove to join |
|
993. |
We miss Her, not because We see -- |
|
994. |
Partake as doth the Bee, |
|
995. |
This was in the White of the Year -- |
|
996. |
We'll pass without the parting |
|
997. |
Crumbling is not an instant's Act |
|
998. |
Best Things dwell out of Sight |
|
999. |
Superfluous were the Sun |
|
1000. |
The Fingers of the Light |
|
1001. |
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave |
|
1002. |
Aurora is the effort |
|
1003. |
Dying at my music! |
|
1004. |
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent |
|
1005. |
Bind me -- I still can sing -- |
|
1006. |
The first We knew of Him was Death -- |
|
1007. |
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose |
|
1008. |
How still the Bells in Steeples stand |
|
1009. |
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more -- |
|
1010. |
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle |
|
1011. |
She rose as high as His Occasion |
|
1012. |
Which is best? Heaven -- |
|
1013. |
Too scanty 'twas to die for you, |
|
1014. |
Did We abolish Frost |
|
1015. |
Were it but Me that gained the Height -- |
|
1016. |
The Hills in Purple syllables |
|
1017. |
To die -- without the Dying |
|
1018. |
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say |
|
1019. |
My Season's furthest Flower -- |
|
1020. |
Trudging to Eden, looking backward, |
|
1021. |
Far from Love the Heavenly Father |
|
1022. |
I knew that I had gained |
|
1023. |
It rises -- passes -- on our South |
|
1024. |
So large my Will |
|
1025. |
The Products of my Farm are these |
|
1026. |
The Dying need but little, Dear, |
|
1027. |
My Heart upon a little Plate |
|
1028. |
'Twas my one Glory -- |
|
1029. |
Nor Mountain hinder Me |
|
1030. |
That Such have died enable Us |
|
1031. |
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- |
|
1032. |
Who is the East? |
|
1033. |
Said Death to Passion |
|
1034. |
His Bill an Auger is |
|
1035. |
Bee! I'm expecting you! |
|
1036. |
Satisfaction -- is the Agent |
|
1037. |
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head |
|
1038. |
Her little Parasol to lift |
|
1039. |
I heard, as if I had no Ear |
|
1040. |
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below |
|
1041. |
Somewhat, to hope for, |
|
1042. |
Spring comes on the World -- |
|
1043. |
Lest this be Heaven indeed |
|
1044. |
A Sickness of this World it most occasions |
|
1045. |
Nature rarer uses Yellow |
|
1046. |
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- |
|
1047. |
The Opening and the Close |
|
1048. |
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick |
|
1049. |
Pain has but one Acquaintance |
|
1050. |
As willing lid o'er weary eye |
|
1051. |
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- |
|
1052. |
I never saw a Moor -- |
|
1053. |
It was a quiet way -- |
|
1054. |
Not to discover weakness is |
|
1055. |
The Soul should always stand ajar |
|
1056. |
There is a Zone whose even Years |
|
1057. |
I had a daily Bliss |
|
1058. |
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower |
|
1059. |
Sang from the Heart, Sire, |
|
1060. |
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, |
|
1061. |
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- |
|
1062. |
He scanned it -- staggered -- |
|
1063. |
Ashes denote that Fire was -- |
|
1064. |
To help our Bleaker Parts |
|
1065. |
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- |
|
1066. |
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die |
|
1067. |
Except the smaller size |
|
1068. |
Further in Summer than the Birds |
|
1069. |
Paradise is of the option. |
|
1070. |
To undertake is to achieve |
|
1071. |
Perception of an object costs |
|
1072. |
Title divine -- is mine! |
|
1073. |
Experiment to me |
|
1074. |
Count not that far that can be had, |
|
1075. |
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. |
|
1076. |
Just Once! Oh least Request! |
|
1077. |
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- |
|
1078. |
The Bustle in a House |
|
1079. |
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on -- |
|
1080. |
When they come back -- if Blossoms do -- |
|
1081. |
Superiority to Fate |
|
1082. |
Revolution is the Pod |
|
1083. |
We learn it in Retreating |
|
1084. |
At Half past Three, a single Bird |
1 Comments
|
1085. |
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must |
|
1086. |
What Twigs We held by -- |
|
1087. |
We miss a Kinsman more |
|
1088. |
Ended, ere it begun -- |
|
1089. |
Myself can read the Telegrams |
|
1090. |
I am afraid to own a Body -- |
|
1091. |
The Well upon the Brook |
|
1092. |
It was not Saint -- it was too large -- |
|
1093. |
Because 'twas Riches I could own, |
|
1094. |
Themself are all I have -- |
|
1095. |
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, |
|
1096. |
These Strangers, in a foreign World, |
|
1097. |
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- |
|
1098. |
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door |
|
1099. |
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- |
|
1100. |
The last Night that She lived |
|
1101. |
Between the form of Life and Life |
|
1102. |
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- |
|
1103. |
The spry Arms of the Wind |
|
1104. |
The Crickets sang |
|
1105. |
Like Men and Women Shadows walk |
|
1106. |
We do not know the time we lose -- |
|
1107. |
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- |
|
1108. |
A Diamond on the Hand |
|
1109. |
I fit for them -- |
|
1110. |
None who saw it ever told it |
|
1111. |
Some Wretched creature, savior take |
|
1112. |
That this should feel the need of Death |
|
1113. |
There is strength in proving that it can be borne |
|
1114. |
The largest Fire ever known |
|
1115. |
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased |
|
1116. |
There is another Loneliness |
|
1117. |
A Mine there is no Man would own |
|
1118. |
Exhilaration is the Breeze |
|
1119. |
Paradise is that old mansion |
|
1120. |
This slow Day moved along -- |
|
1121. |
Time does go on -- |
|
1122. |
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun |
|
1123. |
A great Hope fell |
|
1124. |
Had we known the Ton she bore |
|
1125. |
Oh Sumptuous moment |
|
1126. |
Shall I take thee, the Poet said |
|
1127. |
Soft as the massacre of Suns |
|
1128. |
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- |
|
1129. |
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- |
|
1130. |
That odd old man is dead a year -- |
|
1131. |
The Merchant of the Picturesque |
|
1132. |
The smouldering embers blush -- |
|
1133. |
The Snow that never drifts -- |
|
1134. |
The Wind took up the Northern Things |
|
1135. |
Too cold is this |
|
1136. |
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- |
|
1137. |
The duties of the Wind are few, |
|
1138. |
A Spider sewed at Night |
|
1139. |
Her sovereign People |
|
1140. |
The Day grew small, surrounded tight |
|
1141. |
The Face we choose to miss -- |
|
1142. |
The Props assist the House |
|
1143. |
The Work of Her that went, |
|
1144. |
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. |
|
1145. |
In thy long Paradise of Light |
|
1146. |
When Etna basks and purrs |
|
1147. |
After a hundred years |
|
1148. |
After the Sun comes out |
|
1149. |
I noticed People disappeared |
|
1150. |
How many schemes may die |
|
1151. |
Soul, take thy risk. |
|
1152. |
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten |
|
1153. |
Through what transports of Patience |
|
1154. |
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint |
|
1155. |
Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox |
|
1156. |
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today |
|
1157. |
Some Days retired from the rest |
|
1158. |
Best Witchcraft is Geometry |
|
1159. |
Great Streets of silence led away |
|
1160. |
He is alive, this morning -- |
|
1161. |
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" -- |
|
1162. |
The Life we have is very great. |
|
1163. |
God made no act without a cause, |
|
1164. |
Were it to be the last |
|
1165. |
Contained in this short Life |
|
1166. |
Of Paul and Silas it is said |
|
1167. |
Alone and in a Circumstance |
|
1168. |
As old as Woe -- |
|
1169. |
Lest they should come -- is all my fear |
|
1170. |
Nature affects to be sedate |
|
1171. |
On the World you colored |
|
1172. |
The Clouds their Backs together laid |
|
1173. |
The Lightning is a yellow Fork |
|
1174. |
There's the Battle of Burgoyne -- |
|
1175. |
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape |
|
1176. |
We never know how high we are |
|
1177. |
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- |
|
1178. |
My God -- He sees thee -- |
|
1179. |
Of so divine a Loss |
|
1180. |
"Remember me" implored the Thief! |
|
1181. |
When I hoped I feared -- |
|
1182. |
Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- |
|
1183. |
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- |
|
1184. |
The Days that we can spare |
|
1185. |
A little Dog that wags his tail |
|
1186. |
Too few the mornings be, |
|
1187. |
Oh Shadow on the Grass, |
|
1188. |
'Twas fighting for his Life he was -- |
|
1189. |
The Voice that stands for Floods to me |
|
1190. |
The Sun and Fog contested |
|
1191. |
The pungent atom in the Air |
|
1192. |
An honest Tear |
|
1193. |
All men for Honor hardest work |
|
1194. |
Somehow myself survived the Night |
|
1195. |
What we see we know somewhat |
|
1196. |
To make Routine a Stimulus |
|
1197. |
I should not dare to be so sad |
|
1198. |
A soft Sea washed around the House |
|
1199. |
Are Friends Delight or Pain? |
|
1200. |
Because my Brook is fluent |
|
1201. |
So I pull my Stockings off |
|
1202. |
The Frost was never seen -- |
|
1203. |
The Past is such a curious Creature |
|
1204. |
Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- |
|
1205. |
Immortal is an ample word |
|
1206. |
The Show is not the Show |
|
1207. |
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- |
|
1208. |
Our own possessions -- though our own -- |
|
1209. |
To disappear enhances -- |
|
1210. |
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- |
|
1211. |
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig |
|
1212. |
A word is dead |
|
1213. |
We like March. |
|
1214. |
We introduce ourselves |
|
1215. |
I bet with every Wind that blew |
|
1216. |
A Deed knocks first at Thought |
|
1217. |
Fortitude incarnate |
|
1218. |
Let my first Knowing be of thee |
|
1219. |
Now I knew I lost her -- |
|
1220. |
Of Nature I shall have enough |
|
1221. |
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder |
|
1222. |
The Riddle we can guess |
|
1223. |
Who goes to dine must take his Feast |
|
1224. |
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush |
|
1225. |
Its Hour with itself |
|
1226. |
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- |
|
1227. |
My Triumph lasted till the Drums |
|
1228. |
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth |
|
1229. |
Because He loves Her |
|
1230. |
It came at last but prompter Death |
|
1231. |
Somewhere upon the general Earth |
|
1232. |
The Clover's simple Fame |
|
1233. |
Had I not seen the Sun |
|
1234. |
If my Bark sink |
|
1235. |
Like Rain it sounded till it curved |
|
1236. |
Like Time's insidious wrinkle |
|
1237. |
My Heart ran so to thee |
|
1238. |
Power is a familiar growth -- |
|
1239. |
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun |
|
1240. |
The Beggar at the Door for Fame |
|
1241. |
The Lilac is an ancient shrub |
|
1242. |
To flee from memory |
|
1243. |
Safe Despair it is that raves -- |
|
1244. |
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown |
|
1245. |
The Suburbs of a Secret |
|
1246. |
The Butterfly in honored Dust |
|
1247. |
To pile like Thunder to its close |
|
1248. |
The incidents of love |
|
1249. |
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- |
|
1250. |
White as an Indian Pipe |
|
1251. |
Silence is all we dread. |
|
1252. |
Like Brooms of Steel |
|
1253. |
Had this one Day not been. |
|
1254. |
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill |
|
1255. |
Longing is like the Seed |
|
1256. |
Not any higher stands the Grave |
|
1257. |
Dominion lasts until obtained -- |
|
1258. |
Who were "the Father and the Son" |
|
1259. |
A Wind that rose |
|
1260. |
Because that you are going |
|
1261. |
A Word dropped careless on a Page |
|
1262. |
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there |
|
1263. |
There is no Frigate like a Book |
|
1264. |
This is the place they hoped before, |
|
1265. |
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met |
|
1266. |
When Memory is full |
|
1267. |
I saw that the Flake was on it |
|
1268. |
Confirming All who analyze |
|
1269. |
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat |
|
1270. |
Is Heaven a Physician? |
|
1271. |
September's Baccalaureate |
|
1272. |
So proud she was to die |
|
1273. |
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- |
|
1274. |
The Bone that has no Marrow, |
|
1275. |
The Spider as an Artist |
|
1276. |
'Twas later when the summer went |
|
1277. |
While we were fearing it, it came -- |
|
1278. |
The Mountains stood in Haze -- |
|
1279. |
The Way to know the Bobolink |
|
1280. |
The harm of Years is on him -- |
|
1281. |
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool |
|
1282. |
Art thou the thing I wanted? |
|
1283. |
Could Hope inspect her Basis |
|
1284. |
Had we our senses |
|
1285. |
I know Suspense -- it steps so terse |
|
1286. |
I thought that nature was enough |
|
1287. |
In this short Life |
|
1288. |
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us |
|
1289. |
Left in immortal Youth |
|
1290. |
The most pathetic thing I do |
|
1291. |
Until the Desert knows |
|
1292. |
Yesterday is History, |
|
1293. |
The things we thought that we should do |
|
1294. |
Of Life to own -- |
|
1295. |
Two Lengths has every Day -- |
|
1296. |
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest |
|
1297. |
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself |
|
1298. |
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- |
|
1299. |
Delight's Despair at setting |
|
1300. |
From his slim Palace in the Dust |
|
1301. |
I cannot want it more -- |
|
1302. |
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- |
|
1303. |
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay -- |
|
1304. |
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken |
|
1305. |
Recollect the Face of me |
|
1306. |
Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent -- |
|
1307. |
That short -- potential stir |
|
1308. |
The Day she goes |
|
1309. |
The Infinite a sudden Guest |
|
1310. |
The Notice that is called the Spring |
|
1311. |
This dirty -- little -- Heart |
|
1312. |
To break so vast a Heart |
|
1313. |
Warm in her Hand these accents lie |
|
1314. |
When a Lover is a Beggar |
|
1315. |
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent? |
|
1316. |
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights |
|
1317. |
Abraham to kill him -- |
|
1318. |
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- |
|
1319. |
How News must feel when travelling |
|
1320. |
Dear March -- Come in -- |
|
1321. |
Elizabeth told Essex |
|
1322. |
Floss won't save you from an Abyss |
|
1323. |
I never hear that one is dead |
|
1324. |
I send you a decrepit flower |
|
1325. |
Knock with tremor -- |
|
1326. |
Our little secrets slink away -- |
|
1327. |
The Symptom of the Gale -- |
|
1328. |
The vastest earthly Day |
|
1329. |
Whether they have forgotten |
|
1330. |
Without a smile -- Without a Throe |
|
1331. |
Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing |
|
1332. |
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- |
|
1333. |
A little Madness in the Spring |
|
1334. |
How soft this Prison is |
|
1335. |
Let me not mar that perfect Dream |
|
1336. |
Nature assigns the Sun -- |
|
1337. |
Upon a Lilac Sea |
|
1338. |
What tenements of clover |
|
1339. |
A Bee his burnished Carriage |
|
1340. |
A Rat surrendered here |
|
1341. |
Unto the Whole -- how add? |
|
1342. |
"Was not" was all the Statement. |
|
1343. |
A single Clover Plank |
|
1344. |
Not any more to be lacked -- |
|
1345. |
An antiquated Grace |
|
1346. |
As Summer into Autumn slips |
|
1347. |
Escape is such a thankful Word |
|
1348. |
Lift it -- with the Feathers |
|
1349. |
I'd rather recollect a setting |
|
1350. |
Luck is not chance -- |
|
1351. |
You cannot take itself |
|
1352. |
To his simplicity |
|
1353. |
The last of Summer is Delight -- |
|
1354. |
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind -- |
|
1355. |
The Mind lives on the Heart |
|
1356. |
The Rat is the concisest Tenant. |
|
1357. |
"Faithful to the end" Amended |
|
1358. |
The Treason of an accent |
|
1359. |
The long sigh of the Frog |
|
1360. |
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News |
|
1361. |
The Flake the Wind exasperate |
|
1362. |
Of their peculiar light |
|
1363. |
Summer laid her simple Hat |
|
1364. |
How know it from a Summer's Day? |
|
1365. |
Take all away -- |
|
1366. |
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- |
|
1367. |
"Tomorrow" -- whose location |
|
1368. |
Love's stricken "why" |
|
1369. |
Trusty as the stars |
|
1370. |
Gathered into the Earth, |
|
1371. |
How fits his Umber Coat |
|
1372. |
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare |
|
1373. |
The worthlessness of Earthly things |
|
1374. |
A Saucer holds a Cup |
|
1375. |
Death warrants are supposed to be |
|
1376. |
Dreams are the subtle Dower |
|
1377. |
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has |
|
1378. |
His Heart was darker than the starless night |
|
1379. |
His Mansion in the Pool |
|
1380. |
How much the present moment means |
|
1381. |
I suppose the time will come |
|
1382. |
In many and reportless places |
|
1383. |
Long Years apart -- can make no |
|
1384. |
Praise it -- 'tis dead -- |
|
1385. |
"Secrets" is a daily word |
|
1386. |
Summer -- we all have seen -- |
|
1387. |
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown |
|
1388. |
Those cattle smaller than a Bee |
|
1389. |
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar |
|
1390. |
These held their Wick above the West -- |
|
1391. |
They might not need me -- yet they might -- |
|
1392. |
Hope is a strange invention -- |
|
1393. |
Lay this Laurel on the One |
|
1394. |
Whose Pink career may have a close |
|
1395. |
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- |
|
1396. |
She laid her docile Crescent down |
|
1397. |
It sounded as if the Streets were running |
|
1398. |
I have no Life but this -- |
|
1399. |
Perhaps they do not go so far |
|
1400. |
What mystery pervades a well! |
|
1401. |
To own a Susan of my own |
|
1402. |
To the stanch Dust |
|
1403. |
My Maker -- let me be |
|
1404. |
March is the Month of Expectation. |
|
1405. |
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- |
|
1406. |
No Passenger was known to flee -- |
|
1407. |
A Field of Stubble, lying sere |
|
1408. |
The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- |
|
1409. |
Could mortal lip divine |
|
1410. |
I shall not murmur if at last |
|
1411. |
Of Paradise' existence |
|
1412. |
Shame is the shawl of Pink |
|
1413. |
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- |
|
1414. |
Unworthy of her Breast |
|
1415. |
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds |
|
1416. |
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart |
|
1417. |
How Human Nature dotes |
|
1418. |
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- |
|
1419. |
It was a quiet seeming Day -- |
|
1420. |
One Joy of so much anguish |
|
1421. |
Such are the inlets of the mind -- |
|
1422. |
Summer has two Beginnings -- |
|
1423. |
The fairest Home I ever knew |
|
1424. |
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- |
|
1425. |
The inundation of the Spring |
|
1426. |
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves |
|
1427. |
To earn it by disdaining it |
|
1428. |
Water makes many Beds |
|
1429. |
We shun because we prize her Face |
|
1430. |
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy |
|
1431. |
With Pinions of Disdain |
|
1432. |
Spurn the temerity -- |
|
1433. |
How brittle are the Piers |
|
1434. |
Go not too near a House of Rose -- |
|
1435. |
Not that he goes -- we love him more |
|
1436. |
Than Heaven more remote, |
|
1437. |
A Dew sufficed itself -- |
|
1438. |
Behold this little Bane -- |
|
1439. |
How ruthless are the gentle -- |
|
1440. |
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar |
|
1441. |
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest |
|
1442. |
To mend each tattered Faith |
|
1443. |
A chilly Peace infests the Grass |
|
1444. |
A little Snow was here and there |
|
1445. |
Death is the supple Suitor |
|
1446. |
His Mind like Fabrics of the East |
|
1447. |
How good his Lava Bed, |
|
1448. |
How soft a Caterpillar steps -- |
|
1449. |
I thought the Train would never come -- |
|
1450. |
The Road was lit with Moon and star -- |
|
1451. |
Whoever disenchants |
|
1452. |
Your thoughts don't have words every day |
|
1453. |
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- |
|
1454. |
Those not live yet |
|
1455. |
Opinion is a flitting thing, |
|
1456. |
So gay a Flower |
|
1457. |
It stole along so stealthy |
|
1458. |
Time's wily Chargers will not wait |
|
1459. |
Belshazzar had a Letter -- |
|
1460. |
His Cheek is his Biographer -- |
|
1461. |
"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee |
|
1462. |
We knew not that we were to live -- |
|
1463. |
A Route of Evanescence |
|
1464. |
One thing of it we borrow |
|
1465. |
Before you thought of Spring |
|
1466. |
One of the ones that Midas touched |
|
1467. |
A little overflowing word |
|
1468. |
A winged spark doth soar about -- |
|
1469. |
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought |
|
1470. |
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known |
|
1471. |
Their Barricade against the Sky |
|
1472. |
To see the Summer Sky |
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|
1473. |
We talked with each other about each other |
|
1474. |
Estranged from Beauty -- none can be -- |
|
1475. |
Fame is the one that does not stay -- |
|
1476. |
His voice decrepit was with Joy -- |
|
1477. |
How destitute is he |
|
1478. |
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- |
|
1479. |
The Devil -- had he fidelity |
|
1480. |
The fascinating chill that music leaves |
|
1481. |
The way Hope builds his House |
|
1482. |
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- |
|
1483. |
The Robin is a Gabriel |
|
1484. |
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. |
|
1485. |
Love is done when Love's begun, |
|
1486. |
Her spirit rose to such a height |
|
1487. |
The Savior must have been |
|
1488. |
Birthday of but a single pang |
|
1489. |
A Dimple in the Tomb |
|
1490. |
The Face in evanescence lain |
|
1491. |
The Road to Paradise is plain, |
|
1492. |
"And with what body do they come?" -- |
|
1493. |
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell |
|
1494. |
The competitions of the sky |
|
1495. |
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for |
|
1496. |
All that I do |
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|
1497. |
Facts by our side are never sudden |
|
1498. |
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril |
|
1499. |
How firm Eternity must look |
|
1500. |
It came his turn to beg -- |
|
1501. |
Its little Ether Hood |
|
1502. |
I saw the wind within her |
|
1503. |
More than the Grave is closed to me -- |
|
1504. |
Of whom so dear |
|
1505. |
She could not live upon the Past |
|
1506. |
Summer is shorter than any one -- |
|
1507. |
The Pile of Years is not so high |
|
1508. |
You cannot make Remembrance grow |
|
1509. |
Mine Enemy is growing old -- |
|
1510. |
How happy is the little Stone |
|
1511. |
My country need not change her gown, |
|
1512. |
All things swept sole away |
|
1513. |
"Go travelling with us!" |
|
1514. |
An Antiquated Tree |
|
1515. |
The Things that never can come back, are several -- |
|
1516. |
No Autumn's intercepting Chill |
|
1517. |
How much of Source escapes with thee -- |
|
1518. |
Not seeing, still we know -- |
|
1519. |
The Dandelion's pallid tube |
|
1520. |
The stem of a departed Flower |
|
1521. |
The Butterfly upon the Sky, |
|
1522. |
His little Hearse like Figure |
|
1523. |
We never know we go when we are going -- |
|
1524. |
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes |
|
1525. |
He lived the Life of Ambush |
|
1526. |
His oriental heresies |
|
1527. |
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet |
|
1528. |
The Moon upon her fluent Route |
|
1529. |
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War |
|
1530. |
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring |
|
1531. |
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier |
|
1532. |
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls |
|
1533. |
On that specific Pillow |
|
1534. |
Society for me my misery |
|
1535. |
The Life that tied too tight escapes |
|
1536. |
There comes a warning like a spy |
|
1537. |
Candor -- my tepid friend -- |
|
1538. |
Follow wise Orion |
|
1539. |
Now I lay thee down to Sleep -- |
|
1540. |
As imperceptibly as Grief |
|
1541. |
No matter where the Saints abide, |
|
1542. |
Come show thy Durham Breast |
|
1543. |
Obtaining but our own Extent |
|
1544. |
Who has not found the Heaven -- below -- |
|
1545. |
The Bible is an antique Volume -- |
|
1546. |
Sweet Pirate of the heart, |
|
1547. |
Hope is a subtle Glutton -- |
|
1548. |
Meeting by Accident, |
|
1549. |
My Wars are laid away in Books -- |
|
1550. |
The pattern of the sun |
|
1551. |
Those -- dying then, |
|
1552. |
Within thy Grave! |
|
1553. |
Bliss is the plaything of the child -- |
|
1554. |
"Go tell it" -- What a Message -- |
|
1555. |
I groped for him before I knew |
|
1556. |
Image of Light, Adieu -- |
|
1557. |
Lives he in any other world |
|
1558. |
Of Death I try to think like this -- |
|
1559. |
Tried always and Condemned by thee |
|
1560. |
To be forgot by thee |
|
1561. |
No Brigadier throughout the Year |
|
1562. |
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- |
|
1563. |
By homely gift and hindered Words |
|
1564. |
Pass to they Rendezvous of Light, |
|
1565. |
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike -- |
|
1566. |
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts |
|
1567. |
The Heart has many Doors -- |
|
1568. |
To see her is a Picture -- |
|
1569. |
The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- |
|
1570. |
Forever honored by the Tree |
|
1571. |
How slow the Wind -- |
|
1572. |
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, |
|
1573. |
To the bright east she flies, |
|
1574. |
No ladder needs the bird but skies |
|
1575. |
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- |
|
1576. |
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- |
|
1577. |
Morning is due to all -- |
|
1578. |
Blossoms will run away, |
|
1579. |
It would not know if it were spurned, |
|
1580. |
We shun it ere it comes, |
|
1581. |
The farthest Thunder that I heard |
|
1582. |
Where Roses would not dare to go, |
|
1583. |
Witchcraft was hung, in History, |
|
1584. |
Expanse cannot be lost -- |
|
1585. |
The Bird her punctual music brings |
|
1586. |
To her derided Home |
|
1587. |
He ate and drank the precious Words -- |
|
1588. |
This Me -- that walks and works -- must die, |
|
1589. |
Cosmopolities without a plea |
|
1590. |
Not at Home to Callers |
|
1591. |
The Bobolink is gone -- |
|
1592. |
The Lassitudes of Contemplation |
|
1593. |
There came a Wind like a Bugle -- |
|
1594. |
Immured in Heaven! |
|
1595. |
Declaiming Waters none may dread -- |
|
1596. |
Few, yet enough, |
|
1597. |
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss, |
|
1598. |
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- |
|
1599. |
Though the great Waters sleep, |
|
1600. |
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird |
|
1601. |
Of God we ask one favor, |
|
1602. |
Pursuing you in your transitions, |
|
1603. |
The going from a world we know |
|
1604. |
We send the Wave to find the Wave -- |
|
1605. |
Each that we lose takes part of us; |
|
1606. |
Quite empty, quite at rest, |
|
1607. |
Within that little Hive |
|
1608. |
The ecstasy to guess |
|
1609. |
Sunset that screens, reveals -- |
|
1610. |
Morning that comes but once, |
|
1611. |
Their dappled importunity |
|
1612. |
The Auctioneer of Parting |
|
1613. |
Not Sickness stains the Brave, |
|
1614. |
Parting with Thee reluctantly, |
|
1615. |
Oh what a Grace is this, |
|
1616. |
Who abdicated Ambush |
|
1617. |
To try to speak, and miss the way |
|
1618. |
There are two Mays |
|
1619. |
Not knowing when the Dawn will come, |
|
1620. |
Circumference thou Bride of Awe |
|
1621. |
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, |
|
1622. |
A Sloop of Amber slips away |
|
1623. |
A World made penniless by that departure |
|
1624. |
Apparently with no surprise |
|
1625. |
Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee |
|
1626. |
No Life can pompless pass away -- |
|
1627. |
The pedigree of Honey |
|
1628. |
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork |
|
1629. |
Arrows enamored of his Heart -- |
|
1630. |
As from the earth the light Balloon |
|
1631. |
Oh Future! thou secreted peace |
|
1632. |
So give me back to Death -- |
|
1633. |
Still own thee -- still thou art |
|
1634. |
Talk not to me of Summer Trees |
|
1635. |
The Jay his Castanet has struck |
|
1636. |
The Sun in reigning to the West |
|
1637. |
Is it too late to touch you, Dear? |
|
1638. |
Go thy great way! |
|
1639. |
A Letter is a joy of Earth -- |
|
1640. |
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, |
|
1641. |
Betrothed to Righteousness might be |
|
1642. |
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me |
|
1643. |
Extol thee -- could I? Then I will |
|
1644. |
Some one prepared this mighty show |
|
1645. |
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man |
|
1646. |
Why should we hurry -- why indeed? |
|
1647. |
Of Glory not a Beam is left |
|
1648. |
The immortality she gave |
|
1649. |
A Cap of Lead across the sky |
|
1650. |
A lane of Yellow led the eye |
|
1651. |
A Word made Flesh is seldom |
|
1652. |
Advance is Life's condition |
|
1653. |
As we pass Houses musing slow |
|
1654. |
Beauty crowds me till I die |
|
1655. |
Conferring with myself |
|
1656. |
Down Time's quaint stream |
|
1657. |
Eden is that old-fashioned House |
|
1658. |
Endanger it, and the Demand |
|
1659. |
Fame is a fickle food |
|
1660. |
Glory is that bright tragic thing |
|
1661. |
Guest am I to have |
|
1662. |
He went by sleep that drowsy route |
|
1663. |
His mind of man, a secret makes |
|
1664. |
I did not reach Thee |
|
1665. |
I know of people in the Grave |
|
1666. |
I see thee clearer for the Grave |
|
1667. |
I watcher her face to see which way |
|
1668. |
If I could tell how glad I was |
|
1669. |
In snow thou comest -- |
|
1670. |
In Winter in my Room |
|
1671. |
Judgment is justest |
|
1672. |
Lightly stepped a yellow star |
|
1673. |
Nature can do no more |
|
1674. |
Not any sunny tone |
|
1675. |
Of this is Day composed |
|
1676. |
Of Yellow was the outer Sky |
|
1677. |
On my volcano grows the Grass |
|
1678. |
Peril as a Possesssion |
|
1679. |
Rather arid delight |
|
1680. |
Sometimes with the Heart |
|
1681. |
Speech is one symptom of Affection |
|
1682. |
Summer begins to have the look |
|
1683. |
That she forgot me was the least |
|
1684. |
The Blunder is in estimate. |
|
1685. |
The butterfly obtains |
|
1686. |
The event was directly behind Him |
|
1687. |
The gleam of an heroic Act |
|
1688. |
The Hills erect their Purple Heads |
|
1689. |
The look of thee, what is it like |
|
1690. |
The ones that disappeared are back |
|
1691. |
The overtakelessness of those |
|
1692. |
The right to perish might be thought |
|
1693. |
The Sun retired to a cloud |
|
1694. |
The wind drew off |
|
1695. |
There is a solitude of space |
|
1696. |
These are the days that Reindeer love |
|
1697. |
They talk as slow as Legends grow |
|
1698. |
'Tis easier to pity those when dead |
|
1699. |
To do a magnanimous thing |
|
1700. |
To tell the Beauty would decrease |
|
1701. |
To their apartment deep |
|
1702. |
Today or this noon |
|
1703. |
'Twas comfort in her Dying Room |
|
1704. |
Unto a broken heart |
|
1705. |
Volcanoes be in Sicily |
|
1706. |
When we have ceased to care |
|
1707. |
Winter under cultivation |
|
1708. |
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree |
|
1709. |
With sweetness unabated |
|
1710. |
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, |
|
1711. |
A face devoid of love or grace, |
|
1712. |
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- |
|
1713. |
As subtle as tomorrow |
|
1714. |
By a departing light |
|
1715. |
Consulting summer's clock, |
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1716. |
Death is like the insect |
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1717. |
Did life's penurious length |
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1718. |
Drowning is not so pitiful |
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1719. |
God is indeed a jealous God -- |
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1720. |
Had I known that the first was the last |
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1721. |
He was my host -- he was my guest, |
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1722. |
Her face was in a bed of hair, |
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1723. |
High from the earth I heard a bird, |
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1724. |
How dare the robins sing, |
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1725. |
I took one Draught of Life -- |
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1726. |
If all the griefs I am to have |
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1727. |
If ever the lid gets off my head |
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1728. |
Is Immortality a bane |
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1729. |
I've got an arrow here. |
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1730. |
"Lethe" in my flower, |
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1731. |
Love can do all but raise the Dead |
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1732. |
My life closed twice before its close -- |
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1733. |
No man saw awe, nor to his house |
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1734. |
Oh, honey of an hour, |
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1735. |
One crown that no one seeks |
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1736. |
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, |
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1737. |
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! |
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1738. |
Softened by Time's consummate plush, |
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1739. |
Some say goodnight -- at night -- |
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1740. |
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, |
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1741. |
That it will never come again |
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1742. |
The distance that the dead have gone |
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1743. |
The grave my little cottage is, |
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1744. |
The joy that has no stem no core, |
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1745. |
The mob within the heart |
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1746. |
The most important population |
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1747. |
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, |
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1748. |
The reticent volcano keeps |
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1749. |
The waters chased him as he fled, |
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1750. |
The words the happy say |
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1751. |
There comes an hour when begging stops, |
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1752. |
This docile one inter |
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1753. |
Through those old Grounds of memory, |
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1754. |
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain |
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1755. |
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, |
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1756. |
'Twas here my summer paused |
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1757. |
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, |
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1758. |
Where every bird is bold to go |
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1759. |
Which misses most, |
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1760. |
Elysium is as far as to |
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1761. |
A train went through a burial gate, |
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1762. |
Were natural mortal lady |
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1763. |
Fame is a bee. |
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1764. |
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, |
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1765. |
That Love is all there is, |
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1766. |
Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- |
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1767. |
Sweet hours have perished here; |
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1768. |
Lad of Athens, faithful be |
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1769. |
The longest day that God appoints |
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1770. |
Experiment escorts us last -- |
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1771. |
How fleet -- how indiscreet an one -- |
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1772. |
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, |
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1773. |
The Summer that we did not prize, |
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1774. |
Too happy Time dissolves itself |
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1775. |
The earth has many keys, |
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