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Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson |
| 1. |
Awake ye muses nine |
37 Comments
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| 2. |
There is another sky |
132 Comments
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| 3. |
"Sic transit gloria mundi" |
15 Comments
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| 4. |
On this wondrous sea |
9 Comments
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| 5. |
I have a Bird in spring |
15 Comments
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| 6. |
Frequently the wood are pink |
7 Comments
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| 7. |
The feet of people walking home |
3 Comments
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| 8. |
There is a word |
12 Comments
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| 9. |
Through lane it lay -- through bramble |
3 Comments
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| 10. |
My wheel is in the dark! |
3 Comments
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| 11. |
I never told the buried gold |
7 Comments
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| 12. |
The morns are meeker than they were |
4 Comments
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| 13. |
Sleep is supposed to be |
4 Comments
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| 14. |
One Sister have I in our house |
4 Comments
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| 15. |
The Guest is gold and crimson |
7 Comments
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| 16. |
I would distil a cup |
7 Comments
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| 18. |
The Gentian weaves her fringes |
1 Comment
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| 19. |
A sepal, petal, and a thorn |
5 Comments
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| 20. |
Distrustful of the Gentian |
2 Comments
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| 21. |
We lose -- because we win |
2 Comments
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| 22. |
All these my banners be. |
2 Comments
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| 23. |
I had a guinea golden |
3 Comments
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| 24. |
There is a morn by men unseen |
2 Comments
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| 25. |
She slept beneath a tree |
2 Comments
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| 26. |
It's all I have to bring today |
7 Comments
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| 27. |
Morns like these -- we parted |
1 Comment
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| 28. |
So has a Daisy vanished |
5 Comments
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| 29. |
If those I loved were lost |
17 Comments
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| 30. |
Adrift! A little boat adrift! |
3 Comments
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| 31. |
Summer for thee, grant I may be |
2 Comments
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| 32. |
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, |
5 Comments
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| 33. |
If recollecting were forgetting, |
2 Comments
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| 34. |
Garland for Queens, may be |
1 Comment
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| 35. |
Nobody knows this little Rose |
67 Comments
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| 36. |
Snow flakes. |
13 Comments
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| 37. |
Before the ice is in the pools |
4 Comments
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| 38. |
By such and such an offering |
1 Comment
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| 39. |
It did not surprise me |
1 Comment
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| 40. |
When I count the seeds |
1 Comment
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| 41. |
I robbed the Woods |
7 Comments
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| 42. |
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! |
2 Comments
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| 43. |
Could live -- did live |
3 Comments
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| 44. |
If she had been the Mistletoe |
1 Comment
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| 45. |
There's something quieter than sleep |
3 Comments
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| 46. |
I keep my pledge. |
3 Comments
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| 47. |
Heart! We will forget him! |
41 Comments
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| 48. |
Once more, my now bewildered Dove |
2 Comments
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| 49. |
I never lost as much but twice |
13 Comments
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| 50. |
I haven't told my garden yet |
3 Comments
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| 51. |
I often passed the village |
2 Comments
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| 52. |
Whether my bark went down at sea |
2 Comments
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| 53. |
Taken from men -- this morning |
1 Comment
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| 54. |
If I should die, |
18 Comments
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| 55. |
By Chivalries as tiny, |
1 Comment
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| 56. |
If I should cease to bring a Rose |
2 Comments
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| 57. |
To venerate the simple days |
1 Comment
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| 58. |
Delayed till she had ceased to know |
1 Comment
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| 59. |
A little East of Jordan, |
1 Comment
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| 60. |
Like her the Saints retire, |
2 Comments
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| 61. |
Papa above! |
4 Comments
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| 62. |
"Sown in dishonor"! |
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| 63. |
If pain for peace prepares |
1 Comment
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| 64. |
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! |
1 Comment
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| 65. |
I can't tell you -- but you feel it |
2 Comments
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| 66. |
So from the mould |
1 Comment
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| 67. |
Success is counted sweetest |
22 Comments
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| 68. |
Ambition cannot find him. |
1 Comment
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| 69. |
Low at my problem bending, |
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| 70. |
"Arcturus" is his other name |
2 Comments
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| 71. |
A throe upon the features |
1 Comment
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| 72. |
Glowing is her Bonnet, |
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| 73. |
Who never lost, are unprepared |
2 Comments
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| 74. |
A Lady red -- amid the Hill |
1 Comment
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| 75. |
She died at play, |
1 Comment
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| 76. |
Exultation is the going |
3 Comments
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| 77. |
I never hear the word "escape" |
3 Comments
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| 78. |
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart |
2 Comments
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| 79. |
Going to Heaven! |
10 Comments
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| 80. |
Our lives are Swiss |
3 Comments
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| 81. |
We should not mind so small a flower |
2 Comments
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| 82. |
Whose cheek is this? |
1 Comment
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| 83. |
Heart, not so heavy as mine |
1 Comment
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| 84. |
Her breast is fit for pearls, |
3 Comments
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| 85. |
"They have not chosen me," he said, |
3 Comments
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| 86. |
South Winds jostle them |
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| 87. |
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear |
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| 88. |
As by the dead we love to sit, |
3 Comments
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| 89. |
Some things that fly there be |
3 Comments
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| 90. |
Within my reach! |
3 Comments
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| 91. |
So bashful when I spied her! |
3 Comments
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| 92. |
My friend must be a Bird |
4 Comments
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| 93. |
Went up a year this evening! |
4 Comments
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| 94. |
Angels, in the early morning |
5 Comments
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| 95. |
My nosegays are for Captives |
1 Comment
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| 96. |
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. |
1 Comment
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| 97. |
The rainbow never tells me |
4 Comments
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| 98. |
One dignity delays for all |
2 Comments
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| 99. |
New feet within my garden go |
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| 100. |
A science -- so the Savants say, |
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| 101. |
Will there really be a "Morning"? |
9 Comments
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| 102. |
Great Caesar! Condescend |
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| 103. |
I have a King, who does not speak |
1 Comment
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| 104. |
Where I have lost, I softer tread |
2 Comments
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| 105. |
To hang our head -- ostensibly |
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| 106. |
The Daisy follows soft the Sun |
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| 107. |
'Twas such a little -- little boat |
1 Comment
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| 108. |
Surgeons must be very careful |
2 Comments
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| 109. |
By a flower -- By a letter |
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| 110. |
Artists wrestled here! |
1 Comment
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| 111. |
The Bee is not afraid of me. |
3 Comments
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| 112. |
Where bells no more affright the morn |
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| 113. |
Our share of night to bear |
1 Comment
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| 114. |
Good night, because we must, |
2 Comments
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| 115. |
What Inn is this |
1 Comment
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| 116. |
I had some things that I called mine |
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| 117. |
In rags mysterious as these |
1 Comment
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| 118. |
My friend attacks my friend! |
3 Comments
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| 119. |
Talk with prudence to a Beggar |
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| 120. |
If this is "fading" |
5 Comments
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| 121. |
As Watchers hang upon the East, |
1 Comment
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| 122. |
A something in a summer's Day |
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| 123. |
Many cross the Rhine |
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| 124. |
In lands I never saw -- they say |
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| 125. |
For each ecstatic instant |
2 Comments
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| 126. |
To fight aloud, is very brave |
4 Comments
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| 127. |
"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me |
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| 128. |
Bring me the sunset in a cup, |
6 Comments
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| 129. |
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! |
1 Comment
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| 130. |
These are the days when Birds come back |
5 Comments
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| 131. |
Besides the Autumn poets sing |
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| 132. |
I bring an unaccustomed wine |
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| 133. |
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" |
1 Comment
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| 134. |
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, |
1 Comment
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| 135. |
Water, is taught by thirst. |
1 Comment
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| 136. |
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, |
1 Comment
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| 137. |
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody |
1 Comment
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| 138. |
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray |
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| 139. |
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? |
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| 140. |
An altered look about the hills |
1 Comment
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| 141. |
Some, too fragile for winter winds |
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| 142. |
Whose are the little beds, I asked |
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| 143. |
For every Bird a Nest |
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| 144. |
She bore it till the simple veins |
1 Comment
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| 145. |
This heart that broke so long |
1 Comment
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| 146. |
On such a night, or such a night, |
3 Comments
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| 147. |
Bless God, he went as soldiers, |
1 Comment
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| 148. |
All overgrown by cunning moss, |
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| 149. |
She went as quiet as the Dew |
1 Comment
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| 150. |
She died -- this was the way she died. |
7 Comments
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| 151. |
Mute thy Coronation |
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| 152. |
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! |
1 Comment
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| 153. |
Dust is the only Secret |
1 Comment
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| 154. |
Except to Heaven, she is nought. |
1 Comment
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| 155. |
The Murmur of a Bee |
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| 156. |
You love me -- you are sure |
22 Comments
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| 158. |
Dying! Dying in the night! |
3 Comments
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| 159. |
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb |
1 Comment
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| 160. |
Just lost, when I was saved! |
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| 161. |
A feather from the Whippoorwill |
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| 162. |
My River runs to thee |
4 Comments
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| 163. |
Tho' my destiny be Fustian |
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| 164. |
Mama never forgets her birds, |
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| 165. |
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest |
3 Comments
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| 166. |
I met a King this afternoon! |
3 Comments
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| 167. |
To learn the Transport by the Pain |
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| 168. |
If the foolish, call them "flowers" |
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| 169. |
In Ebon Box, when years have flown |
3 Comments
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| 170. |
Portraits are to daily faces |
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| 171. |
Wait till the Majesty of Death |
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| 172. |
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! |
1 Comment
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| 173. |
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, |
3 Comments
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| 174. |
At last, to be identified! |
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| 175. |
I have never seen "Volcanoes" |
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| 176. |
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! |
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| 177. |
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! |
1 Comment
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| 178. |
I cautious, scanned my little life |
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| 179. |
If I could bribe them by a Rose |
1 Comment
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| 180. |
As if some little Arctic flower |
1 Comment
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| 181. |
I lost a World -- the other day! |
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| 182. |
If I shouldn't be alive |
2 Comments
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| 183. |
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes |
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| 184. |
A transport one cannot contain |
2 Comments
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| 185. |
"Faith" is a fine invention |
18 Comments
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| 186. |
What shall I do -- it whimpers so |
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| 187. |
How many times these low feet staggered |
2 Comments
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| 188. |
Make me a picture of the sun |
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| 189. |
It's such a little thing to weep |
1 Comment
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| 190. |
He was weak, and I was strong -- then |
1 Comment
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| 191. |
The Skies can't keep their secret! |
2 Comments
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| 192. |
Poor little Heart! |
3 Comments
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| 193. |
I shall know why -- when Time is over |
3 Comments
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| 194. |
On this long storm the Rainbow rose |
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| 195. |
For this -- accepted Breath |
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| 196. |
We don't cry -- Tim and I, |
1 Comment
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| 197. |
Morning -- is the place for Dew |
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| 198. |
Morning -- is the place for Dew |
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| 199. |
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that |
6 Comments
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| 200. |
I stole them from a Bee |
2 Comments
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| 201. |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar |
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| 202. |
My Eye is fuller than my vase |
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| 203. |
He forgot -- and I -- remembered |
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| 204. |
A slash of Blue |
24 Comments
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| 205. |
I should not dare to leave my friend, |
2 Comments
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| 206. |
The Flower must not blame the Bee |
1 Comment
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| 207. |
Tho' I get home how late -- how late |
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| 208. |
The Rose did caper on her cheek |
1 Comment
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| 209. |
With thee, in the Desert |
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| 210. |
The thought beneath so slight a film |
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| 211. |
Come slowly -- Eden! |
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| 212. |
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea |
1 Comment
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| 213. |
Did the Harebell loose her girdle |
1 Comment
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| 214. |
I taste a liquor never brewed |
17 Comments
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| 215. |
What is -- "Paradise" |
3 Comments
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| 216. |
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers |
9 Comments
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| 217. |
Savior! I've no one else to tell |
9 Comments
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| 218. |
Is it true, dear Sue? |
2 Comments
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| 219. |
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms |
8 Comments
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| 220. |
Could I -- then -- shut the door |
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| 221. |
It can't be "Summer"! |
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| 222. |
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, |
8 Comments
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| 223. |
I Came to buy a smile -- today |
3 Comments
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| 224. |
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know |
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| 225. |
Jesus! thy Crucifix |
3 Comments
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| 226. |
Should you but fail at -- Sea |
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| 227. |
Teach Him -- When He makes the names |
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| 228. |
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple |
3 Comments
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| 229. |
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown |
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| 230. |
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing |
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| 231. |
God permits industrious Angels |
3 Comments
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| 232. |
The Sun -- just touched the Morning |
1 Comment
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| 233. |
The Lamp burns sure -- within |
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| 234. |
You're right -- "the way is narrow" |
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| 235. |
The Court is far away |
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| 236. |
If He dissolve -- then |
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| 237. |
I think just how my shape will rise |
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| 238. |
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you |
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| 239. |
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! |
6 Comments
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| 240. |
Ah, Moon -- and Star! |
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| 241. |
I like a look of Agony, |
3 Comments
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| 242. |
When we stand on the tops of Things |
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| 243. |
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent |
1 Comment
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| 244. |
It is easy to work when the soul is at play |
1 Comment
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| 245. |
I held a Jewel in my fingers |
2 Comments
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| 246. |
Forever at His side to walk |
1 Comment
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| 247. |
What would I give to see his face? |
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| 248. |
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? |
2 Comments
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| 249. |
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! |
13 Comments
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| 250. |
I shall keep singing! |
1 Comment
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| 251. |
Over the fence |
1 Comment
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| 252. |
I can wade Grief |
1 Comment
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| 253. |
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime |
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| 254. |
"Hope" is the thing with feathers |
28 Comments
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| 255. |
To die -- takes just a little while |
1 Comment
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| 256. |
If I'm lost -- now |
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| 257. |
Delight is as the flight |
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| 258. |
There's a certain Slant of light, |
38 Comments
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| 259. |
Good Night! Which put the Candle out? |
1 Comment
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| 260. |
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove |
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| 261. |
Put up my lute! |
2 Comments
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| 262. |
The lonesome for they know not What |
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| 263. |
A single Screw of Flesh |
1 Comment
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| 264. |
A Weight with Needles on the pounds |
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| 265. |
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss |
2 Comments
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| 266. |
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes |
1 Comment
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| 267. |
Did we disobey Him? |
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| 268. |
Me, change! Me, alter! |
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| 269. |
Bound -- a trouble |
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| 270. |
One Life of so much Consequence! |
1 Comment
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| 271. |
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said |
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| 272. |
I breathed enough to take the Trick |
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| 273. |
He put the Belt around my life |
1 Comment
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| 274. |
The only Ghost I ever saw |
7 Comments
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| 275. |
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! |
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| 277. |
What if I say I shall not wait! |
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| 278. |
A shady friend -- for Torrid days |
7 Comments
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| 279. |
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, |
2 Comments
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| 280. |
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, |
18 Comments
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| 281. |
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates |
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| 282. |
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, |
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| 283. |
A Mien to move a Queen |
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| 284. |
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea |
1 Comment
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| 285. |
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune |
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| 286. |
That after Horror -- that 'twas us |
6 Comments
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| 287. |
A Clock stopped |
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| 288. |
I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
6 Comments
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| 289. |
I know some lonely Houses off the Road |
2 Comments
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| 290. |
Of Bronze -- and Blaze |
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| 291. |
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset |
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| 292. |
If your Nerve, deny you |
2 Comments
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| 293. |
I got so I could take his name |
2 Comments
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| 294. |
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise |
1 Comment
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| 295. |
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me |
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| 296. |
One Year ago -- jots what? |
1 Comment
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| 297. |
It's like the Light |
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| 298. |
Alone, I cannot be |
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| 299. |
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. |
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| 300. |
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer |
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| 301. |
I reason, Earth is short |
2 Comments
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| 302. |
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle |
1 Comment
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| 303. |
The Soul selects her own Society |
25 Comments
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| 304. |
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock |
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| 305. |
The difference between Despair |
2 Comments
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| 306. |
The Soul's Superior instants |
3 Comments
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| 307. |
The One who could repeat the Summer day |
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| 308. |
I send Two Sunsets |
1 Comment
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| 309. |
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew |
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| 310. |
Give little Anguish |
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| 311. |
It sifts from Leaden Sieves |
8 Comments
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| 312. |
Her -- "last Poems" |
4 Comments
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| 313. |
I should have been too glad, I see |
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| 314. |
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling |
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| 315. |
He fumbles at your Soul |
3 Comments
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| 316. |
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today |
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| 317. |
Just so -- Jesus -- raps |
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| 318. |
I'll tell you how the Sun rose |
10 Comments
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| 319. |
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized |
1 Comment
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| 320. |
We play at Paste |
1 Comment
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| 321. |
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad |
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| 322. |
There came a Day at Summer's full |
2 Comments
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| 323. |
As if I asked a common Alms |
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| 325. |
Of Tribulation, these are They |
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| 326. |
I cannot dance upon my Toes |
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| 327. |
Before I got my eye put out |
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| 328. |
A Bird came down the Walk |
10 Comments
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| 329. |
So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem |
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| 330. |
The Juggler's Hat her Country is |
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| 331. |
While Asters |
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| 332. |
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight |
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| 333. |
The Grass so little has to do |
2 Comments
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| 334. |
All the letters I can write |
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| 335. |
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so |
1 Comment
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| 336. |
The face I carry with me -- last |
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| 337. |
I know a place where Summer strives |
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| 338. |
I know that He exists. |
1 Comment
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| 339. |
I tend my flowers for thee |
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| 340. |
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, |
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| 341. |
After great pain, a formal feeling comes |
16 Comments
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| 342. |
It will be Summer -- eventually. |
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| 343. |
My Reward for Being, was This. |
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| 344. |
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain |
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| 345. |
Funny -- to be a Century |
1 Comment
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| 346. |
Not probable -- The barest Chance |
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| 347. |
When Night is almost done |
2 Comments
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| 348. |
I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
26 Comments
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| 349. |
I had the Glory -- that will do |
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| 350. |
They leave us with the Infinite. |
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| 351. |
I felt my life with both my hands |
26 Comments
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| 352. |
Perhaps I asked too large |
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| 353. |
A happy lip -- breaks sudden |
1 Comment
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| 354. |
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly |
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| 355. |
'Tis Opposites -- entice |
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| 356. |
The Day that I was crowned |
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| 357. |
God is a distant -- stately Lover |
1 Comment
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| 358. |
If any sink, assure that this, now standing |
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| 359. |
I gained it so |
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| 360. |
Death sets a Thing significant |
1 Comment
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| 361. |
What I can do -- I will |
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| 362. |
It struck me -- every Day |
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| 363. |
I went to thank Her |
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| 364. |
The Morning after Woe |
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| 365. |
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? |
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| 366. |
Although I put away his life |
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| 367. |
Over and over, like a Tune |
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| 368. |
How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine |
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| 369. |
She lay as if at play |
1 Comment
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| 370. |
Heaven is so far of the Mind |
1 Comment
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| 371. |
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis |
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| 372. |
I know lives, I could miss |
1 Comment
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| 373. |
I'm saying every day |
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| 374. |
I went to Heaven |
2 Comments
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| 375. |
The Angle of a Landscape |
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| 376. |
Of Course -- I prayed |
2 Comments
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| 377. |
To lose one's faith -- surpass |
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| 378. |
I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched |
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| 379. |
Rehearsal to Ourselves |
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| 380. |
There is a flower that Bees prefer |
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| 381. |
A Secret told |
2 Comments
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| 382. |
For Death -- or rather |
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| 383. |
Exhilaration -- is within |
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| 384. |
No Rack can torture me |
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| 385. |
Smiling back from Coronation |
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| 386. |
Answer July |
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| 387. |
The sweetest Heresy received |
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| 388. |
Take your Heaven further on |
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| 389. |
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, |
19 Comments
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| 390. |
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature |
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| 391. |
A Visitor in Marl |
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| 392. |
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education |
2 Comments
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| 393. |
Did Our Best Moment last |
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| 394. |
'Twas Love -- not me |
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| 395. |
Reverse cannot befall |
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| 396. |
There is a Languor of the Life |
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| 397. |
When Diamonds are a Legend, |
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| 398. |
I had not minded -- Walls |
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| 399. |
A House upon the Height |
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| 400. |
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! |
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| 401. |
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures |
2 Comments
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| 402. |
I pay -- in Satin Cash |
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| 403. |
The Winters are so short |
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| 404. |
How many Flowers fail in Wood |
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| 405. |
It might be lonelier |
1 Comment
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| 406. |
Some -- Work for Immortality |
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| 407. |
If What we could -- were what we would |
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| 408. |
Unit, like Death, for Whom? |
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| 409. |
They dropped like Flakes |
1 Comment
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| 410. |
The first Day's Night had come |
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| 411. |
The Color of the Grave is Green |
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| 412. |
I read my sentence -- steadily |
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| 413. |
I never felt at Home -- Below |
1 Comment
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| 414. |
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, |
1 Comment
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| 415. |
Sunset at Night -- is natural |
2 Comments
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| 416. |
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note |
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| 417. |
Is it dead -- Find it |
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| 418. |
Not in this World to see his face |
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| 419. |
We grow accustomed to the Dark |
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