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