Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Had I presumed to hope
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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This Consciousness that is aware
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Each life converges to some centre
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He was weak, and I was strong—then | 497 Views | Rate it
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We talked as Girls do | 491 Views | Rate it
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I read my sentence—steadily
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Adrift! A little boat adrift! | 481 Views | Rate it
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The Railway Train | 479 Views | Rate it
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Ah, Moon—and Star! | 474 Views | Rate it
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I died for beauty but was scarce | 468 Views | Rate it
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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He put the Belt around my life
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I Died For Beauty | 464 Views | Rate it
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Much Madness is divinest Sense | 458 Views | Rate it
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A Solemn thing within the Soul
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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He fumbles at your spirit
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I felt my life with both my hands
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They Shut Me Up in Prose | 445 Views | Rate it
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
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It would have starved a Gnat
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I had not minded—Walls | 439 Views | Rate it
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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I like to see it lap the miles, | 437 Views | Rate it
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes | 437 Views | Rate it
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Besides the Autumn poets sing
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Of Brussels—it was not
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He gave away his Life
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only | 429 Views | Rate it
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All overgrown by cunning moss | 429 Views | Rate it
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The only ghost I ever saw
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Many a phrase has the English language | 427 Views | Rate it
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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Renunciation | 426 Views | Rate it
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If I should die
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Trust in the Unexpected | 425 Views | Rate it
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An awful Tempest mashed the air
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I gave myself to Him
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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Do People moulder equally
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That after Horror—that 'twas us | 421 Views | Rate it
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In falling Timbers buried
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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
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A Lady red—amid the Hill
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold | 419 Views | Rate it
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She lay as if at play
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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Of all the souls that stand create
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing | 417 Views | Rate it
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing | 412 Views | Rate it
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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The Soul's Superior instants
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Her final summer was it, | 411 Views | Rate it
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God gave a loaf to every bird, | 411 Views | Rate it
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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Good night! which put the candle out? | 409 Views | Rate it
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Pigmy seraphs—gone astray | 409 Views | Rate it
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine | 409 Views | Rate it
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Publication—is the Auction
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To learn the Transport by the Pain | 409 Views | Rate it
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies | 408 Views | Rate it
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We like march, his shoes are purple,
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You see I cannot see—your lifetime
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A little East of Jordan | 406 Views | Rate it
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
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The Way I read a Letter's—this | 405 Views | Rate it
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You taught me Waiting with Myself
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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Except to Heaven, she is nought
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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The Gentian weaves her fringes
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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They called me to the Window, for | 401 Views | Rate it
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It was given to me by the Gods | 401 Views | Rate it
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We see—Comparatively | 401 Views | Rate it
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? | 400 Views | Rate it
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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I could not prove the Years had feet | 398 Views | Rate it
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There is a Languor of the Life
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Life—is what we make of it | 397 Views | Rate it
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Tho' my destiny be Fustian
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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This is a Blossom of the Brain
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I live with Him—I see His face
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One dignity delays for all | 395 Views | Rate it
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time | 394 Views | Rate it
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Why do I love You, Sir?
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A little bread—a crust—a crumb
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She bore it till the simple veins | 391 Views | Rate it
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The Sunrise runs for Both | 391 Views | Rate it
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Summer Shower
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A solemn thing—it was—I said | 390 Views | Rate it
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I never felt at Home—Below
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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There is another sky
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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He told a homely tale
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Forget! The lady with the Amulet
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A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's | 388 Views | Rate it
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Crisis is a Hair
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
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All forgot for recollecting
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You love me—you are sure
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My wheel is in the dark | 383 Views | Rate it
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After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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Two Travellers perishing in Snow
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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Her— | 381 Views | Rate it
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The Child's faith is new | 380 Views | Rate it
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We should not mind so small a flower | 379 Views | Rate it
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If I'm lost—now | 379 Views | Rate it
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I'm the little
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Before the ice is in the pools
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I had some things that I called mine | 378 Views | Rate it
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I reckon—when I count it all
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No Rack can torture me
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There's something quieter than sleep
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For every Bird a Nest
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
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These—saw Visions | 375 Views | Rate it
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The Luxury to apprehend
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Remorse
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose | 374 Views | Rate it
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A House upon the Height | 373 Views | Rate it
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I know a place where summer strives
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I ment to find her when I came; | 373 Views | Rate it
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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Train | 373 Views | Rate it
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The Rose did caper on her cheek | 372 Views | Rate it
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to | 372 Views | Rate it
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A thought went up my mind to-day
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I could suffice for Him, I knew
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The Fingers of the Light | 370 Views | Rate it
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What shall I do—it whimpers so | 370 Views | Rate it
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It did not surprise me
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Tho' I get home how late—how late | 369 Views | Rate it
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The face I carry with me—last | 368 Views | Rate it
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Dust is the only Secret | 368 Views | Rate it
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Glee—The great storm is over
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Of Tribulation, these are They | 368 Views | Rate it
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What did They do since I saw Them? | 367 Views | Rate it
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The Morning after Woe
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'Tis One by One — the Father counts
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Savior! I've no one else to tell | 366 Views | Rate it
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Conscious am I in my Chamber
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Dying! Dying in the night!
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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Love—thou art high
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
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You know that Portrait in the Moon
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Color—Caste—Denomination
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Could I but ride indefinite | 362 Views | Rate it
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I haven't told my garden yet
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Sleep is supposed to be | 362 Views | Rate it
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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Taking up the fair Ideal | 360 Views | Rate it
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The Winters are so short
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You said that I | 360 Views | Rate it
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For this—accepted Breath
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I think the longest Hour of all
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The Heaven vests for Each
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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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Where bells no more affright the morn
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I was the slightest in the House | 355 Views | Rate it
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It knew no Medicine | 355 Views | Rate it
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A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
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The Malay—took the Pearl | 355 Views | Rate it
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Through lane it lay—through bramble | 355 Views | Rate it
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Forever at His side to walk
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I know that He exists
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It might be lonelier
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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He strained my faith
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One Anguish—in a Crowd | 353 Views | Rate it
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This was a Poet—It is That | 353 Views | Rate it
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Where Thou art—that—is Home
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You're right—
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He fumbles at your Soul
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
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As imperceptibly as Grief
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad | 351 Views | Rate it
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The Outer—from the Inner
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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Publication
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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent | 349 Views | Rate it
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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The lonesome for they know not What
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball | 347 Views | Rate it
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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'Twas warm—at first—like Us | 346 Views | Rate it
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To die—takes just a little while
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To put this World down, like a Bundle
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A drop fell on the apple tree
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Because the Bee may blameless hum
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Unit, like Death, for Whom?
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Under the Light, yet under
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I Came to buy a smile—today | 340 Views | Rate it
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I see thee better—in the Dark | 339 Views | Rate it
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The Day undressed—Herself
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Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth | 338 Views | Rate it
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It struck me every day
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The first Day that I was a Life | 337 Views | Rate it
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What if I say I shall not wait! | 336 Views | Rate it
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To die
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It troubled me as once I was
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'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold | 334 Views | Rate it
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I showed her Heights she never saw | 334 Views | Rate it
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If He were living—dare I ask
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Before you thought of spring,
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Who never lost, are unprepared | 332 Views | Rate it
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Her—"last Poems" | 330 Views | Rate it
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I've none to tell me to but Thee | 330 Views | Rate it
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The Beggar Lad—dies early
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The cricket sang,
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Victory comes late
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As Watchers hang upon the East
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'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou | 327 Views | Rate it
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I often passed the village
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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I could die—to know | 324 Views | Rate it
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow | 322 Views | Rate it
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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Not in this world to see his face
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Precious to Me—She still shall be | 318 Views | Rate it
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping | 315 Views | Rate it
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You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
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How many times these low feet staggered | 314 Views | Rate it
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She rose to His Requirement | 312 Views | Rate it
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles | 312 Views | Rate it
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There is a word
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Love—thou art high
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy | 307 Views | Rate it
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The Day that I was crowned | 306 Views | Rate it
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Bereavement in their death to feel
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Distrustful of the Gentian | 304 Views | Rate it
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Unto my Books—so good to turn | 304 Views | Rate it
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day | 292 Views | Rate it
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Make me a picture of the sun
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I'm nobody! Who are you? | 280 Views | Rate it
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T was just this time last year I died.
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Each Scar I'll keep for Him | 239 Views | Rate it
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Each Second is the last | 238 Views | Rate it
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Pain
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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On a Columnar Self | 214 Views | Rate it
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Bee! I'm expecting you! | 212 Views | Rate it
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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The wind begun to rock the grass
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Of Course—I prayed | 207 Views | Rate it
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Going to Heaven!
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
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The Mystery of Pain
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I Never Saw a Moor | 189 Views | Rate it
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! | 185 Views | Rate it
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Never for Society | 185 Views | Rate it
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Angels, in the early morning
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I am alive—I guess | 184 Views | Rate it
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On this wondrous sea | 184 Views | Rate it
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Again—his voice is at the door
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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The feet of people walking home
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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A loss of something ever felt I | 181 Views | Rate it
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Nature is what we see—
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society | 179 Views | Rate it
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There is no frigate like a book
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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Because I could not stop for Death (712)
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The Brain, within its Groove | 172 Views | Rate it
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Unable are the Loved to die
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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On such a night, or such a night | 171 Views | Rate it
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Abraham to Kill Him | 170 Views | Rate it
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I asked no other thing | 169 Views | Rate it
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Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven? | 169 Views | Rate it
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The last Night that She lived
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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? | 167 Views | Rate it
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Despair's advantage is achieved
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Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
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I hide myself within my flower | 166 Views | Rate it
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So has a Daisy vanished
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Beclouded
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted, | 165 Views | Rate it
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Our journey had advanced; | 165 Views | Rate it
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
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I never lost as much but twice | 163 Views | Rate it
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I reason, Earth is short
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Triumph—may be of several kinds | 162 Views | Rate it
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When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins | 162 Views | Rate it
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From Us She wandered now a Year | 161 Views | Rate it
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One and One—are One
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It dropped so low in my regard | 160 Views | Rate it
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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These are the days when Birds come back
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Crumbling is not an instant's Act | 159 Views | Rate it
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Away from Home are some and I— | 159 Views | Rate it
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Two butterflies went out at noon
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'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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All but Death, can be Adjusted | 157 Views | Rate it
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing | 157 Views | Rate it
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The Battle fought between the Soul
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
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Unto Me? I do not know you—
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A doubt if it be Us | 155 Views | Rate it
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Bound—a trouble | 155 Views | Rate it
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe | 155 Views | Rate it
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The Grass so little has to do
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side | 155 Views | Rate it
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss | 155 Views | Rate it
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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A Bird Came Down
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By my Window have I for Scenery
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The Robin is the One | 153 Views | Rate it
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Delight is as the flight
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The Chariot
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Come slowly—Eden! | 151 Views | Rate it
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He touched me, so I live to know
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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We play at paste, | 151 Views | Rate it
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Forever—it composed of Nows | 150 Views | Rate it
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Essential Oils—are wrung
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A Moth the hue of this | 149 Views | Rate it
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Autumn—overlooked my Knitting | 149 Views | Rate it
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We learned the Whole of Love
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God is a distant—stately Lover | 148 Views | Rate it
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God permit industrious angels
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How happy I was if I could forget
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One Sister have I in our house
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar | 148 Views | Rate it
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A nearness to Tremendousness | 147 Views | Rate it
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A Prison gets to be a friend
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A science—so the Savants say
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A something in a summer's Day
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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Poor little Heart!
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The Soul unto itself (683) | 147 Views | Rate it
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The power to be true to You | 146 Views | Rate it
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Absence disembodies—so does Death
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Expectation—is Contentment | 146 Views | Rate it
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Teach Him—When He makes the names | 146 Views | Rate it
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A Book
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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
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As if some little Arctic flower
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That I did always love
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The Definition of Beauty is | 145 Views | Rate it
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird | 145 Views | Rate it
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We can but follow to the Sun | 145 Views | Rate it
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A Route of Evanescence | 144 Views | Rate it
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Alone, I cannot be | 144 Views | Rate it
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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The difference between Despair
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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When I was small, a Woman died | 144 Views | Rate it
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The thought beneath so slight a film | 143 Views | Rate it
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By The Sea | 143 Views | Rate it
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I sing to use the Waiting | 143 Views | Rate it
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No Man can compass a Despair
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When I count the seeds
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Empty my Heart, of Thee
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown | 142 Views | Rate it
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Dying! To be afraid of thee
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Gratitude—is not the mention | 142 Views | Rate it
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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No Romance sold unto | 142 Views | Rate it
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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A Shade upon the mind there passes
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I had a guinea golden
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A fuzzy fellow, without feet
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Ambition cannot find him | 141 Views | Rate it
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Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died) | 141 Views | Rate it
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Except the Heaven had come so near | 141 Views | Rate it
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I play at Riches—to appease
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Over the fence | 141 Views | Rate it
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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Nature rarer uses yellow | 140 Views | Rate it
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A Visitor in Marl
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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No Prisoner be | 140 Views | Rate it
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The Court is far away | 140 Views | Rate it
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When One has given up One's life | 140 Views | Rate it
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While Asters— | 140 Views | Rate it
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Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple | 139 Views | Rate it
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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His Bill an Auger is | 139 Views | Rate it
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I had no time to hate, because
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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Morning—means
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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'Twas Love—not me
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I'll send the feather from my Hat! | 138 Views | Rate it
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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They put Us far apart
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It will be Summer—eventually
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem | 137 Views | Rate it
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The bustle in a house
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures | 137 Views | Rate it
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Within my reach! | 137 Views | Rate it
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You'll find—it when you try to die
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Answer July | 136 Views | Rate it
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Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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Rest at Night
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All I may, if small | 135 Views | Rate it
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An English Breeze
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And this of all my Hopes | 135 Views | Rate it
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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In lands I never saw—they say | 135 Views | Rate it
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New feet within my garden go
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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Ample make this bed. | 134 Views | Rate it
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge | 134 Views | Rate it
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Great Caesar! Condescend | 134 Views | Rate it
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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My period had come for Prayer
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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Surgeons must be very careful | 134 Views | Rate it
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To make One's Toilette—after Death | 134 Views | Rate it
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For each ecstatic instant
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew | 133 Views | Rate it
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His Feet are shod with Gauze | 133 Views | Rate it
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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Morns like these—we parted | 133 Views | Rate it
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My life had stood
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The Hollows round His eager Eyes | 133 Views | Rate it
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades | 132 Views | Rate it
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He found my Being—set it up
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Take your Heaven further on | 132 Views | Rate it
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As plan for Noon and plan for Night
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I send Two Sunsets | 132 Views | Rate it
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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I'm saying every day | 132 Views | Rate it
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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To my small Hearth His fire came
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To offer brave assistance | 132 Views | Rate it
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Upon Concluded Lives
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Did Our Best Moment last
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Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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My friend must be a Bird | 131 Views | Rate it
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Not | 131 Views | Rate it
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So proud she was to die
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We lose—because we win | 131 Views | Rate it
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A Mien to move a Queen | 130 Views | Rate it
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A narrow fellow in the grass
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A Secret told | 130 Views | Rate it
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A Tooth upon Our Peace
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If What we could—were what we would | 130 Views | Rate it
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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To hang our head—ostensibly | 130 Views | Rate it
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We do not play on Graves | 130 Views | Rate it
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Denial—is the only fact
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Did we disobey Him? | 129 Views | Rate it
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Home
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If recollecting were forgetting
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It's easy to invent a Life
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My nosegays are for captives; | 129 Views | Rate it
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament | 129 Views | Rate it
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The morns are meeker than they were | 129 Views | Rate it
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This that would greet—an hour ago | 129 Views | Rate it
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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
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Without this—there is nought
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A throe upon the features | 128 Views | Rate it
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer | 128 Views | Rate it
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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I'm
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The Martyr Poets—did not tell | 128 Views | Rate it
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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A darting fear—a pomp—a tear | 127 Views | Rate it
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All Circumstances are the Frame | 127 Views | Rate it
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Always Mine! | 127 Views | Rate it
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture | 127 Views | Rate it
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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Of Being is a Bird
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Experience is the Angled Road | 126 Views | Rate it
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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Severer Service of myself
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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Unfulfilled to Observation | 126 Views | Rate it
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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
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Fitter to see Him, I may be
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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Me, change! Me, alter! | 125 Views | Rate it
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Put up my lute! | 125 Views | Rate it
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What would I give to see his face?
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I found the phrase to every thought | 124 Views | Rate it
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Apparently with no Surprise | 124 Views | Rate it
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Bring me the sunset in a cup
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If I shouldn't be alive | 124 Views | Rate it
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She went as quiet as the Dew | 124 Views | Rate it
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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear | 124 Views | Rate it
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We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act | 124 Views | Rate it
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Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
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The bustle in a house
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Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind | 123 Views | Rate it
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A happy lip—breaks sudden | 122 Views | Rate it
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Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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Joy to have merited the Pain
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Pain has an element of blank;
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Purple—is fashionable twice | 122 Views | Rate it
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Smiling back from Coronation
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To know just how He suffered—would be dear
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
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Whether my bark went down at sea | 122 Views | Rate it
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Although I put away his life
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Conjecturing a Climate
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He who in Himself believes | 121 Views | Rate it
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It can't be "Summer"!
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It makes no difference abroad
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The Angle of a Landscape
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The Dust behind I strove to join | 121 Views | Rate it
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed | 121 Views | Rate it
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The Murmur of a Bee | 121 Views | Rate it
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The Robin for the Crumb | 121 Views | Rate it
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Heart! We will forget him! | 120 Views | Rate it
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Heart, We Will Forget Him | 120 Views | Rate it
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me | 120 Views | Rate it
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It would never be Common—more—I said
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She hideth Her the last | 120 Views | Rate it
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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To hear an Oriole sing
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To this World she returned | 120 Views | Rate it
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But little Carmine hath her face
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
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Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits | 119 Views | Rate it
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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The first Day's Night had come | 119 Views | Rate it
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Absent Place—an April Day | 118 Views | Rate it
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I stepped from plank to plank
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation | 118 Views | Rate it
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Over and over, like a Tune | 118 Views | Rate it
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She's happy, with a new Content | 118 Views | Rate it
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Some—Work for Immortality | 118 Views | Rate it
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Some—Work for Immortality | 118 Views | Rate it
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They dropped like flakes
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This heart that broke so long
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This Merit hath the worst | 118 Views | Rate it
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To One denied the drink | 118 Views | Rate it
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As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" | 117 Views | Rate it
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I shall keep singing!
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes | 117 Views | Rate it
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith | 117 Views | Rate it
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'Tis Anguish grander than Delight | 117 Views | Rate it
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'Tis little I—could care for Pearls | 117 Views | Rate it
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To make a prairie (1755) | 117 Views | Rate it
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Elysium is as far as to | 116 Views | Rate it
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Exclusion (The soul selects her own society) | 116 Views | Rate it
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Frequently the wood are pink
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I think just how my shape will rise | 116 Views | Rate it
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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Shells from the Coast mistaking | 116 Views | Rate it
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Who occupies this House? | 116 Views | Rate it
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Impossibility, like Wine | 115 Views | Rate it
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I meant to find Her when I came
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Low at my problem bending | 115 Views | Rate it
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Pain Has An Element
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The Leaves like Women interchange | 115 Views | Rate it
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
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This Bauble was preferred of Bees
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Be Mine the Doom— | 114 Views | Rate it
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I would not paint—a picture | 114 Views | Rate it
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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Our share of night to bear | 114 Views | Rate it
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
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Too little way the House must lie
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Death is potential to that Man | 113 Views | Rate it
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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I years had been from home,
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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Beauty—be not caused—It Is | 112 Views | Rate it
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A Weight with Needles on the pounds | 112 Views | Rate it
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At last, to be identified!
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Mute thy Coronation | 112 Views | Rate it
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Not that We did, shall be the test | 112 Views | Rate it
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The Sun is gay or stark | 112 Views | Rate it
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What is— | 112 Views | Rate it
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By Chivalries as tiny | 111 Views | Rate it
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I heard a fly buzz when I died; | 111 Views | Rate it
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Least Bee that brew | 111 Views | Rate it
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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Uncertain lease—develops lustre | 111 Views | Rate it
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'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
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After a hundred years
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Banish Air from Air— | 110 Views | Rate it
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Escaping backward to perceive | 110 Views | Rate it
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How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand | 110 Views | Rate it
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If pain for peace prepares
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Only God—detect the Sorrow | 110 Views | Rate it
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The Juggler's Hat her Country is | 110 Views | Rate it
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The Heart has narrow Banks | 109 Views | Rate it
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A long, long sleep, a famous sleep | 109 Views | Rate it
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An Hour is a Sea | 109 Views | Rate it
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Between My Country—and the Others
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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! | 109 Views | Rate it
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I felt a cleaving in my mind | 109 Views | Rate it
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I should not dare to leave my friend | 109 Views | Rate it
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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick | 109 Views | Rate it
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I would distil a cup | 109 Views | Rate it
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Tell All The Truth | 109 Views | Rate it
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I went to heaven,-- | 108 Views | Rate it
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In Winter in my Room
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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Patience—has a quiet Outer | 108 Views | Rate it
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The Color of a Queen, is this
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The Love a Life can show Below
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To venerate the simple days | 108 Views | Rate it
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As if the Sea should part
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Fame is a bee | 107 Views | Rate it
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I could not drink it, Sweet | 107 Views | Rate it
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If it had no pencil | 107 Views | Rate it
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Is it true, dear Sue? | 107 Views | Rate it
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The Judge is like the Owl | 107 Views | Rate it
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As One does Sickness over | 106 Views | Rate it
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Before He comes we weigh the Time! | 106 Views | Rate it
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I have never seen
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She slept beneath a tree | 106 Views | Rate it
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said | 106 Views | Rate it
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This World is not Conclusion
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How well I knew Her not | 105 Views | Rate it
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech | 105 Views | Rate it
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So bashful when I spied her! | 105 Views | Rate it
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The Service without Hope | 105 Views | Rate it
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The Test of Love—is Death
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Baffled for just a day or two | 104 Views | Rate it
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My friend attacks my friend!
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Ribbons of the Year | 104 Views | Rate it
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She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc | 104 Views | Rate it
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Time feels so vast that were it not | 104 Views | Rate it
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men | 104 Views | Rate it
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At least—to pray—is left—is left
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Doom is the House without the Door | 103 Views | Rate it
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Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
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A Man may make a Remark | 102 Views | Rate it
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God made a little Gentian
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Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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I like a look of Agony
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Me! Come! My dazzled face | 102 Views | Rate it
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Papa above! | 102 Views | Rate it
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To fill a Gap | 102 Views | Rate it
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Water, is taught by thirst
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Wolfe demanded during dying
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All these my banners be | 101 Views | Rate it
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Apology for Her | 101 Views | Rate it
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I dwell in Possibility | 101 Views | Rate it
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I lived on Dread
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I robbed the Woods
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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The Day Came Slow
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The Himmaleh was known to stoop
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Truth—is as old as God
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We pray—to Heaven
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By a flower—By a letter | 100 Views | Rate it
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By such and such an offering | 100 Views | Rate it
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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Inconceivably solemn! | 100 Views | Rate it
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One Year ago—jots what?
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Portraits are to daily faces | 100 Views | Rate it
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There's been a death in the opposite house | 100 Views | Rate it
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Don't put up my Thread and Needle | 99 Views | Rate it
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I can wade Grief
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I lost a World - the other day! | 99 Views | Rate it
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- | 99 Views | Rate it
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The sweetest Heresy received
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The World—feels Dusty
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This was in the White of the Year | 99 Views | Rate it
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While it is alive
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Woodpecker, The | 99 Views | Rate it
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As Frost is best conceived | 98 Views | Rate it
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Funny—to be a Century | 98 Views | Rate it
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I keep my pledge | 98 Views | Rate it
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I stole them from a Bee | 98 Views | Rate it
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The Future—never spoke | 98 Views | Rate it
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The rainbow never tells me
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A transport one cannot contain
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Best Things dwell out of Sight | 97 Views | Rate it
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If those I loved were lost | 97 Views | Rate it
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
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The Soul's distinct connection | 97 Views | Rate it
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The White Heat | 97 Views | Rate it
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When I hoped, I recollect
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I pay—in Satin Cash | 96 Views | Rate it
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My Reward for Being, was This | 96 Views | Rate it
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower | 96 Views | Rate it
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Spring is the Period | 96 Views | Rate it
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The Veins of other Flowers
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We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
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We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints | 96 Views | Rate it
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When the Astronomer stops seeking | 96 Views | Rate it
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Before I got my eye put out
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Exultation is the going
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Heaven
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I made slow Riches but my Gain | 95 Views | Rate it
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Prayer is the little implement
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Size circumscribes—it has no room | 95 Views | Rate it
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Soto! Explore thyself! | 95 Views | Rate it
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
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Who Court obtain within Himself | 95 Views | Rate it
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled | 94 Views | Rate it
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A first Mute Coming | 94 Views | Rate it
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Faith | 94 Views | Rate it
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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How far is it to Heaven?
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I took my Power in my Hand | 94 Views | Rate it
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election! | 94 Views | Rate it
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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The Body grows without
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The Guest is gold and crimson | 94 Views | Rate it
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They have a little Odor—that to me | 94 Views | Rate it
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Out of sight? What of that?
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Death sets a thing of signigicant | 93 Views | Rate it
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
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My Eye is fuller than my vase | 93 Views | Rate it
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
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Speech—is a prank of Parliament— | 93 Views | Rate it
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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet | 93 Views | Rate it
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The show is not the show, | 93 Views | Rate it
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The Soul that hath a Guest | 93 Views | Rate it
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'Twas the old—road—through pain | 93 Views | Rate it
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Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me
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As Everywhere of Silver | 92 Views | Rate it
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Endow the Living—with the Tears
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Grief is a Mouse
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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I met a King this afternoon! | 92 Views | Rate it
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I think I was enchanted
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Twas such a little—little boat | 92 Views | Rate it
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You left me—Sire—two Legacies
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Drab Habitation of Whom? | 91 Views | Rate it
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It always felt to me—a wrong | 91 Views | Rate it
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Superfluous were the Sun
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We don't cry—Tim and I
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A single Screw of Flesh
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An everywhere of silver | 90 Views | Rate it
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braind within its groove, The | 90 Views | Rate it
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For Death—or rather
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him-- | 90 Views | Rate it
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If you were coming in the fall,
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Is it dead—Find it | 90 Views | Rate it
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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More Life—went out—when He went
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Nature and God—I neither knew | 90 Views | Rate it
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Our Lives Are Swiss | 90 Views | Rate it
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Such is the Force of Happiness | 90 Views | Rate it
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It is an honorable thought, | 89 Views | Rate it
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No Crowd that has occurred
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Only a Shrine, but Mine | 89 Views | Rate it
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Pain—expands the Time | 89 Views | Rate it
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Snow flakes | 89 Views | Rate it
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That Distance was between Us | 89 Views | Rate it
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
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The pedigree of honey | 89 Views | Rate it
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There came a Day at Summer's full
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All the letters I can write | 88 Views | Rate it
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An ignorance a Sunset | 88 Views | Rate it
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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave | 88 Views | Rate it
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My River runs to thee
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So from the mould | 88 Views | Rate it
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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The Grace—Myself—might not obtain | 88 Views | Rate it
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There is a Shame of Nobleness | 88 Views | Rate it
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'Tis customary as we part | 88 Views | Rate it
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You love the Lord—you cannot see
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Behind Me—dips Eternity
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Death is a Dialogue between | 87 Views | Rate it
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I got so I could take his name
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I shall know why—when Time is over | 87 Views | Rate it
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So well that I can live without
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The Province of the Saved
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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A slash of Blue
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Besides this May | 86 Views | Rate it
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Delight becomes pictorial | 86 Views | Rate it
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I never told the buried gold
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
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A Murmur in the Trees—to note
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Bless God, he went as soldiers
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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The heart asks pleasure first
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
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How fortunate the Grave | 84 Views | Rate it
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I want—it pleaded—All its life— | 84 Views | Rate it
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If your Nerve, deny you | 84 Views | Rate it
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play | 84 Views | Rate it
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It tossed—and tossed | 84 Views | Rate it
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Sown in dishonor | 84 Views | Rate it
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When we stand on the tops of Things
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With thee, in the Desert | 84 Views | Rate it
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A door just opened on a street | 83 Views | Rate it
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Arcturus
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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I cross till I am weary
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In rags mysterious as these | 83 Views | Rate it
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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Me from Myself—to banish
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My best Acquaintances are those | 83 Views | Rate it
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing | 83 Views | Rate it
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The Missing All—prevented Me | 83 Views | Rate it
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What I see not, I better see
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A Charm invests a face | 82 Views | Rate it
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Come Slowly | 82 Views | Rate it
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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How happy is the little Stone
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Not all die early, dying young
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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She died—this was the way she died
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Sweet, to have had them lost | 82 Views | Rate it
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The Only News I know | 82 Views | Rate it
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Those fair—fictitious People
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A South Wind—has a pathos | 81 Views | Rate it
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Pain—has an Element of Blank
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She dwelleth in the Ground | 81 Views | Rate it
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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
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To love thee Year by Year
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A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
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Defrauded I a Butterfly | 80 Views | Rate it
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From Blank to Blank | 80 Views | Rate it
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The good Will of a Flower | 80 Views | Rate it
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They leave us with the Infinite | 80 Views | Rate it
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'Twas just this time, last year, I died
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A light exists in spring
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A precious—mouldering pleasure
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Give little Anguish | 79 Views | Rate it
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He parts Himself—like Leaves | 79 Views | Rate it
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I have a King, who does not speak
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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It's like the light, --
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Light is sufficient to itself | 79 Views | Rate it
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning | 79 Views | Rate it
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To fight aloud, is very brave | 79 Views | Rate it
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Two—were immortal twice | 79 Views | Rate it
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Undue Significance a starving man attaches | 79 Views | Rate it
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We miss Her, not because We see | 79 Views | Rate it
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Whose are the little beds, I asked | 79 Views | Rate it
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Bird
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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Must be a Woe | 78 Views | Rate it
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Not probable—The barest Chance
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The Truth—is stirless
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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds | 77 Views | Rate it
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The Birds reported from the South
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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How the Waters closed above Him
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn | 76 Views | Rate it
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous | 76 Views | Rate it
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A Coffin—is a Small Domain
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If this is "fading"
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My life closed twice
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The hallowing of Pain | 75 Views | Rate it
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The Lamp burns sure—within | 75 Views | Rate it
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Where I have lost, I softer tread | 75 Views | Rate it
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You cannot put a Fire out | 75 Views | Rate it
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I know lives, I could miss | 74 Views | Rate it
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It's such a little thing to weep | 74 Views | Rate it
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My first well Day—since many ill
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My Garden—like the Beach
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They say that 'time assuages,
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
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Whose cheek is this? | 74 Views | Rate it
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A toad can die of light!
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Chartless | 73 Views | Rate it
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Could live—did live | 73 Views | Rate it
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I had no time to Hate
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I should have been too glad, I see
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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We outgrow love, like other things | 73 Views | Rate it
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You constituted Time | 73 Views | Rate it
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Finding is the first Act | 72 Views | Rate it
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Many cross the Rhine | 72 Views | Rate it
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Perhaps you think me stooping
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The Flower must not blame the Bee | 72 Views | Rate it
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Those who have been in the Grave the longest
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To own the Art within the Soul | 72 Views | Rate it
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Garland for Queens, may be | 71 Views | Rate it
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I have a Bird in spring
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They won't frown always—some sweet Day
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Went up a year this evening!
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss | 70 Views | Rate it
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Alter! When the Hills do | 70 Views | Rate it
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I many times thought Peace had come
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It's all I have to bring today | 70 Views | Rate it
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Knows how to forget! | 70 Views | Rate it
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That is solemn we have ended | 70 Views | Rate it
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight | 70 Views | Rate it
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This Dust, and its Feature | 70 Views | Rate it
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Bloom upon the Mountain—stated | 69 Views | Rate it
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands | 69 Views | Rate it
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Love reckons by itself—alone | 69 Views | Rate it
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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This is my letter to the world,
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I held a Jewel in my fingers | 68 Views | Rate it
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
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A still—Volcano—Life | 67 Views | Rate it
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Did the Harebell loose her girdle | 67 Views | Rate it
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Good night, because we must | 67 Views | Rate it
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil | 67 Views | Rate it
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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This is the land the sunset washes, | 67 Views | Rate it
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Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! | 66 Views | Rate it
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I cannot be ashamed | 66 Views | Rate it
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It was too late for Man
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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The dying need but little, dear,--
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A Planted Life—diversified | 65 Views | Rate it
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If she had been the Mistletoe | 65 Views | Rate it
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature | 65 Views | Rate it
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove | 65 Views | Rate it
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There is a pain—so utter | 65 Views | Rate it
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder | 64 Views | Rate it
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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Fame of Myself, to justify | 63 Views | Rate it
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I started Early - Took my Dog | 63 Views | Rate it
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I gained it so | 62 Views | Rate it
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If I should cease to bring a Rose | 62 Views | Rate it
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These tested Our Horizon | 62 Views | Rate it
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
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I bring an unaccustomed wine | 61 Views | Rate it
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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As far from pity, as complaint
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Glowing is her Bonnet | 60 Views | Rate it
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Herein a Blossom lies | 60 Views | Rate it
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages | 60 Views | Rate it
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Exhilaration—is within | 59 Views | Rate it
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I had no Cause to be awake | 59 Views | Rate it
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She died at play | 59 Views | Rate it
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise | 59 Views | Rate it
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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What Inn is this | 59 Views | Rate it
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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An altered look about the hills | 58 Views | Rate it
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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No matter—now—Sweet
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South Winds jostle them | 58 Views | Rate it
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To wait an Hour—is long | 57 Views | Rate it
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I went to thank Her | 57 Views | Rate it
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Artists wrestled here! | 57 Views | Rate it
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Could I—then—shut the door | 57 Views | Rate it
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If anybody's friend be dead
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I've seen a Dying Eye | 57 Views | Rate it
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Least Rivers—docile to some sea
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Partake as doth the Bee | 57 Views | Rate it
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
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When Night is almost done | 57 Views | Rate it
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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A feather from the Whippoorwill | 55 Views | Rate it
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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Mama never forgets her birds
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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Have any like Myself
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day | 53 Views | Rate it
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The Chemical conviction | 53 Views | Rate it
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The Manner of its Death
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The Woodpecker | 53 Views | Rate it
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They ask but our Delight | 53 Views | Rate it
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I rose—because He sank
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Removed from Accident of Loss | 52 Views | Rate it
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The Poets light but Lamps | 52 Views | Rate it
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Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test | 51 Views | Rate it
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Deprived of other Banquet | 51 Views | Rate it
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Reverse cannot befall | 51 Views | Rate it
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Some things that fly there be | 51 Views | Rate it
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A little road not made man
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Could—I do more—for Thee | 50 Views | Rate it
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No Other can reduce | 50 Views | Rate it
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Promise This—When You be Dying
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To be alive—is Power
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As if I asked a common Alms | 49 Views | Rate it
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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So much Summer | 49 Views | Rate it
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As by the dead we love to sit
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The Whole of it came not at once
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When Diamonds are a Legend
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours
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A shady friend for torrid days | 47 Views | Rate it
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Her Grace is all she has— | 47 Views | Rate it
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It is a lonesome Glee
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Jesus! thy Crucifix | 47 Views | Rate it
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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
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'Tis Opposites—entice | 47 Views | Rate it
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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Delayed till she had ceased to know
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Departed to the judgment,
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First Robin
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I meant to have but modest needs
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot | 45 Views | Rate it
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You'll know Her—by Her Foot
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A Night—there lay the Days between | 44 Views | Rate it
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Let Us play Yesterday
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None can experience sting | 44 Views | Rate it
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large | 44 Views | Rate it
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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Dropped into the Ether Acre | 42 Views | Rate it
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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
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Ah, Teneriffe! | 40 Views | Rate it
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Soul, Wilt thou toss again? | 40 Views | Rate it
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Embarrassment of one another | 39 Views | Rate it
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There is a finished feeling
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I had the Glory—that will do | 38 Views | Rate it
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Like her the Saints retire | 38 Views | Rate it
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This—is the land—the Sunset washes | 38 Views | Rate it
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Through the strait pass of suffering
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There is a morn by men unseen
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So set its Sun in Thee | 35 Views | Rate it
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There is an arid Pleasure
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