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First publication
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| A Bee his burnished Carriage
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1945
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| A Burdock — clawed my Gown —
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1945
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| A chilly Peace infests the Grass
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1945
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| A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
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1945
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| A Coffin — is a small Domain,
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1945
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| A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
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1945
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| A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
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1945
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| A doubt if it be Us
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1945
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| A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
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1945
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| A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink —
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1945
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| A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
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1945
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| A feather from the Whippoorwill
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1929
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| A first Mute Coming —
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1935
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| A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
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1929
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| A great Hope fell
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1945
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| A happy lip — breaks sudden —
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1935
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| A House upon the Height —
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1945
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| A little Dog that wags his tail
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1945
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| A little Snow was here and there
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1945
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| A loss of something ever felt I —
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1945
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| A Man may make a Remark —
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1945
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| A Mien to move a Queen —
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1935
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| A Moth the hue of this
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1945
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| A nearness to Tremendousness —
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1935
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| A Night — there lay the Days between —
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1945
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| A not admitting of the wound
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1945
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| A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
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1945
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| A Pit — but Heaven over it —
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1945
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| A Plated Life — diversified
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1935
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| A Prison gets to be a friend —
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1929
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| A Rat surrendered here
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1945
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| A Saucer holds a Cup
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1945
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| A science — so the Savants say,
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1929
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| A Secret told —
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1929
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| A Shade upon the mind there passes
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1945
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| A single Clover Plank
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1945
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| A single Screw of Flesh
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1935
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| A slash of Blue —
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1935
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| A soft Sea washed around the House
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1945
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| A Solemn thing within the Soul
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1945
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| A South Wind — has a pathos
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1945
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| A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
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1945
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| A stagnant pleasure like a Pool
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1945
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| A still — Volcano — Life —
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1929
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| A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!
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1945
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| A Tooth upon Our Peace
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1935
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| A transport one cannot contain
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1935
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| A Visitor in Marl —
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1935
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| A Weight with Needles on the pounds —
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1935
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| A Wife — at daybreak I shall be —
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1929
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| A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
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1945
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| A winged spark doth soar about —
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1945
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| A World made penniless by that departure
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1945
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| Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
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1945
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| Abraham to kill him —
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1945
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| Absence disembodies — so does Death
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1945
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| Absent Place — an April Day —
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1945
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| After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside —
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1945
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| After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
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1929
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| Again — his voice is at the door —
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1945
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| Ah, Moon — and Star!
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1935
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| Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
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1929
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| Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
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1945
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| All but Death, can be Adjusted —
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1929
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| All forgot for recollecting
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1929
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| All men for Honor hardest work
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1945
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| All that I do
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1945
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| All the letters I can write
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1929
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| All these my banners be.
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1945
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| Alone and in a Circumstance
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1945
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| Although I put away his life —
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1929
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| Always Mine!
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1945
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| An antiquated Grace
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1945
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| An Antiquated Tree
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1945
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| An honest Tear
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1945
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| An ignorance a Sunset
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1935
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| And this of all my Hopes
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1929
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| Answer July —
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1935
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| Apology for Her
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1945
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| Arrows enamored of his Heart —
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1945
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| Art thou the thing I wanted?
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1945
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| Artists wrestled here!
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1945
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| As from the earth the light Balloon
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1945
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| As Frost is best conceived
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1945
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| As if the Sea should part
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1929
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| As old as Woe —
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1945
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| As One does Sickness over
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1945
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| As plan for Noon and plan for Night
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1945
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| As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
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1945
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| As subtle as tomorrow
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1945
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| As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
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1945
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| As Watchers hang upon the East,
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1945
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| As willing lid o'er weary eye
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1945
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| At leisure is the Soul
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1929
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| Aurora is the effort
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1945
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| Autumn — overlooked my Knitting —
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1929
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| Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee
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1945
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| Baffled for just a day or two —
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1945
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| Banish Air from Air —
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1945
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| Be Mine the Doom —
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1945
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| Beauty — be not caused — It Is —
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1929
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| Because 'twas Riches I could own,
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1935
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| Because He loves Her
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1945
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| Because my Brook is fluent
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1945
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| Because that you are going
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1945
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| Because the Bee may blameless hum
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1945
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| Bee! I'm expecting you!
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1945
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| Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles —
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1945
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| Behind Me — dips Eternity —
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1929
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| Behold this little Bane —
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1945
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| Bereavement in their death to feel
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1935
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| Besides this May
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1945
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| Best Things dwell out of Sight
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1945
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| Betrothed to Righteousness might be
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1945
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| Better — than Music! For I — who heard it —
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1945
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| Between My Country — and the Others —
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1935
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| Between the form of Life and Life
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1945
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| Bind me — I still can sing —
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1945
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| Bliss is the plaything of the child —
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1945
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| Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower
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1945
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| Bound — a trouble —
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1935
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| Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru —
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1945
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| But little Carmine hath her face —
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1935
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| By a departing light
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1945
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| By Chivalries as tiny,
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1945
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| By my Window have I for Scenery
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1929
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| By such and such an offering
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1945
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| Circumference thou Bride of Awe
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1945
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| Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!
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1945
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| Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
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1935
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| Color — Caste — Denomination —
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1929
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| Conjecturing a Climate
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1929
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| Conscious am I in my Chamber,
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1929
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| Consulting summer's clock,
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1945
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| Contained in this short Life
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1945
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| Cosmopolities without a plea
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1945
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| Could — I do more — for Thee —
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1929
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| Could Hope inspect her Basis
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1945
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| Could live — did live —
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1945
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| Crisis is a Hair
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1945
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| Crumbling is not an instant's Act
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1945
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| Death is potential to that Man
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1945
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| Death is the supple Suitor
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1945
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| Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
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1945
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| Death warrants are supposed to be
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1945
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| Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
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1945
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| Defrauded I a Butterfly —
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1929
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| Delight is as the flight —
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1929
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| Delight's Despair at setting
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1945
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| Denial — is the only fact
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1929
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| Deprived of other Banquet,
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1945
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| Despair's advantage is achieved
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1935
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| Did life's penurious length
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1945
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| Did Our Best Moment last —
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1935
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| Did We abolish Frost
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1945
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| Did we disobey Him?
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1945
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| Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth —
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1935
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| Distrustful of the Gentian —
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1945
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| Do People moulder equally,
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1945
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| Dominion lasts until obtained —
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1945
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| Don't put up my Thread and Needle —
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1929
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| Doom is the House without the Door —
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1929
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| Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
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1929
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| Dreams — are well — but Waking's better,
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1935
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| Dreams are the subtle Dower
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1945
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| Dying at my music!
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1945
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| Dying! Dying in the night!
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1945
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| Dying! To be afraid of thee
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1945
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| Each Scar I'll keep for Him
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1945
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| Each Second is the last
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1945
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| Elizabeth told Essex
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1945
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| Embarrassment of one another
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1945
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| Empty my Heart, of Thee —
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1929
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| Endow the Living — with the Tears —
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1945
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| Escape is such a thankful Word
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1945
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| Escaping backward to perceive
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1945
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| Estranged from Beauty — none can be —
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1945
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| Exhilaration — is within —
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1935
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| Expectation — is Contentment —
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1929
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| Experience is the Angled Road
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1929
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| Experiment escorts us last —
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1945
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| Extol thee — could I? Then I will
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1945
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| Facts by our side are never sudden
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1945
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| Fairer through Fading — as the Day
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1945
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| Faith — is the Pierless Bridge
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1929
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| "Faithful to the end" Amended
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1945
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| Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
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1945
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| Fame is the one that does not stay —
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1945
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| Fame is the tint that Scholars leave
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1945
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| Fame of Myself, to justify,
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1945
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| Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
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1945
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| Finding is the first Act
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1945
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| Floss won't save you from an Abyss
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1945
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| Flowers — Well — if anybody
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1945
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| For every Bird a Nest —
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1929
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| For this — accepted Breath —
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1935
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| Forever — is composed of Nows —
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1929
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| Forever at His side to walk —
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1929
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| Forget! The lady with the Amulet
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1935
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| Fortitude incarnate
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1945
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| Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre —
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1945
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| Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —
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1945
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| From Blank to Blank —
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1929
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| From his slim Palace in the Dust
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1945
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| Funny — to be a Century —
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1929
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| Garland for Queens, may be —
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1945
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| Gathered into the Earth,
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1945
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| Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril
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1945
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| "Go tell it" — What a Message —
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1945
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| God is a distant — stately Lover —
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1929
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| God is indeed a jealous God —
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1945
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| Good Morning — Midnight —
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1929
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| Good night, because we must,
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1945
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| Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
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1945
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| Grief is a Mouse —
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1945
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| Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature —
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1929
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| Had I known that the first was the last
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1945
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| Had I not seen the Sun
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1945
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| Had I not This, or This, I said,
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1935
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| Had I presumed to hope —
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1929
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| Had we known the Ton she bore
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1945
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| Had we our senses
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1945
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| Have any like Myself
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1935
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| He forgot — and I — remembered —
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1945
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| He fought like those Who've nought to lose —
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1935
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| He found my Being — set it up —
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1945
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| He gave away his Life —
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1935
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| He lived the Life of Ambush
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1945
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| He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
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1945
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| He parts Himself — like Leaves —
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1935
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| He scanned it — staggered —
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1945
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| He strained my faith —
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1945
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| He told a homely tale
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1945
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| He was my host — he was my guest,
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1945
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| He was weak, and I was strong — then —
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1945
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| He who in Himself believes —
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1945
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| "Heaven" has different Signs — to me —
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1929
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| Heaven is so far of the Mind
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1929
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| Her face was in a bed of hair,
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1945
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| Her little Parasol to lift
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1945
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| Her smile was shaped like other smiles —
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1935
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| Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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1935
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| Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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1945
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| Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
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1945
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| Herein a Blossom lies —
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1945
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| His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook —
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1945
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| His Heart was darker than the starless night
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1945
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| His Mansion in the Pool
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1945
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| His Mind like Fabrics of the East
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1945
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| His oriental heresies
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1945
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| His voice decrepit was with Joy —
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1945
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| "Houses" — so the Wise Men tell me —
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1945
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| How far is it to Heaven?
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1945
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| How firm Eternity must look
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1945
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| How fits his Umber Coat
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1945
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| How fleet — how indiscreet an one —
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1945
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| How fortunate the Grave —
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1945
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| How good his Lava Bed,
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1945
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| How happy I was if I could forget
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1945
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| How Human Nature dotes
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1945
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| How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —
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1945
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| How many Flowers fail in Wood —
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1929
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| How many schemes may die
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1945
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| How much the present moment means
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1945
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| How News must feel when travelling
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1945
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| How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
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1929
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| How ruthless are the gentle —
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1945
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| How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine —
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1945
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| How soft a Caterpillar steps —
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1945
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| How the Waters closed above Him
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1945
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| I am afraid to own a Body —
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1935
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| I am alive — I guess —
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1945
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| I am ashamed — I hide —
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1929
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| I Came to buy a smile — today —
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1929
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| I cannot be ashamed
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1929
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| I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold —
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1945
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| I cannot dance upon my Toes —
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1929
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| I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —
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1945
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| I cannot want it more —
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1945
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| I cautious, scanned my little life —
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1929
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| I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to —
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1945
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| I could die — to know —
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1935
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| I could not prove the Years had feet —
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1945
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| I could suffice for Him, I knew —
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1935
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| I cross till I am weary
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1935
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| I dwell in Possibility —
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1929
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| I fear a Man of frugal Speech —
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1929
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| I felt my life with both my hands
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1945
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| I got so I could take his name —
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1929
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| I groped for him before I knew
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1945
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| I had not minded — Walls —
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1929
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| I had some things that I called mine —
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1945
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| I had the Glory — that will do —
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1945
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| I have never seen "Volcanoes" —
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1945
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| I heard, as if I had no Ear
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1945
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| I keep my pledge.
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1945
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| I knew that I had gained
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1945
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| I know lives, I could miss
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1929
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| I know Suspense — it steps so terse
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1945
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| I know where Wells grow — Droughtless Wells —
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1935
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| I learned — at least — what Home could be —
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1945
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| I made slow Riches but my Gain
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1945
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| I make His Crescent fill or lack —
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1929
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| I met a King this afternoon!
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1945
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| I never felt at Home — Below —-
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1929
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| I never hear that one is dead
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1945
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| I often passed the village
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1945
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| I pay — in Satin Cash —
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1929
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| I play at Riches — to appease
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1935
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| I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
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1929
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| I reckon — when I count it all —
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1929
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| I rose — because He sank —
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1929
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| I saw no Way — The Heavens were stitched —
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1935
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| I send you a decrepit flower
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1945
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| I shall keep singing!
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1935
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| I shall not murmur if at last
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1945
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| I should not dare to be so sad
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1929
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| I sometimes drop it, for a Quick —
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1935
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| I suppose the time will come
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1945
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| I tend my flowers for thee —
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1929
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| I think I was enchanted
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1935
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| I think the longest Hour of all
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1945
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| I think to Live — may be a Bliss
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1935
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| I thought that nature was enough
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1945
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| I thought the Train would never come —
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1945
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| I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl —
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1929
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| I took one Draught of Life —
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1929
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| I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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1945
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| "I want" — it pleaded — All its life —
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1945
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| I was a Phoebe — nothing more —
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1945
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| I was the slightest in the House —
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1945
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| I watched the Moon around the House
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1945
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| I would not paint — a picture —
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1945
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| I'd rather recollect a setting
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1945
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| I'll clutch — and clutch —
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1945
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| I'm saying every day
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1935
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| I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
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1929
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| I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —
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1945
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| I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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1935
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| I've known a Heaven, like a Tent —
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1929
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| I've none to tell me to but Thee
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1945
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| I've nothing else — to bring, You know —
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1929
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| Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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1945
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| If all the griefs I am to have
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1945
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| If any sink, assure that this, now standing —
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1935
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| If Blame be my side — forfeit Me —
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1945
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| If ever the lid gets off my head
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1945
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| If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more —
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1935
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| If He were living — dare I ask —
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1929
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| If I could bribe them by a Rose
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1935
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| If I should cease to bring a Rose
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1945
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| If I'm lost — now
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1945
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| If it had no pencil
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1945
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| If my Bark sink
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1945
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| If Nature smiles — the Mother must
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1929
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| If this is "fading"
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1945
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| If those I loved were lost
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1945
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| If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
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1945
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| If your Nerve, deny you —
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1935
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| Image of Light, Adieu —
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1945
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| Impossibility, like Wine
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1945
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| In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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1935
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| In falling Timbers buried —
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1945
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| In many and reportless places
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1945
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| In rags mysterious as these
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1945
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| In this short Life
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1945
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| In thy long Paradise of Light
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1945
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| Inconceivably solemn!
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1929
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| Is Immortality a bane
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1945
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| Is it dead — Find it —
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1929
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| It always felt to me — a wrong
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1929
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| It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon —
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1945
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| It came at last but prompter Death
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1945
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| It came his turn to beg —
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1945
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| It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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1929
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| It did not surprise me —
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1945
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| It don't sound so terrible — quite — as it did —
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1945
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| It feels a shame to be Alive —
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1929
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| It is a lonesome Glee —
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1945
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| It is easy to work when the soul is at play —
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1945
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| It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation —
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1945
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| It knew no Medicine —
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1935
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| It rises — passes — on our South
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1945
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| It troubled me as once I was —
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1945
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| It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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1935
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| It was a quiet seeming Day —
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1945
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| It was a quiet way —
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1929
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| It was given to me by the Gods —
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1945
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| It was not Saint — it was too large —
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1929
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| It would have starved a Gnat —
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1945
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| It would never be Common — more — I said —
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1935
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| It would not know if it were spurned,
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1945
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| It's coming — the postponeless Creature —
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1929
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| It's easy to invent a Life —
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1929
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| It's thoughts — and just One Heart —
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1935
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| Its Hour with itself
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1929
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| Its little Ether Hood
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1945
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| Jesus! thy Crucifix
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1945
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| Joy to have merited the Pain —
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1929
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| Just as He spoke it from his Hands
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1945
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| Just Once! Oh least Request!
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1929
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| Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you —
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1945
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| Knock with tremor —
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1945
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| Knows how to forget!
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1945
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| Lain in Nature — so suffice us
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1945
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| Least Bee that brew —
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1945
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| Least Rivers — docile to some sea.
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1945
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| Left in immortal Youth
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1945
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| Lest they should come — is all my fear
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1945
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| Lest this be Heaven indeed
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1945
|
| Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
|
1945
|
| Let my first Knowing be of thee
|
1945
|
| Let Us play Yesterday —
|
1935
|
| "Lethe" in my flower,
|
1945
|
| Life — is what we make of it —
|
1929
|
| Lift it — with the Feathers
|
1945
|
| Light is sufficient to itself —
|
1945
|
| Like eyes that looked on Wastes —
|
1945
|
| Like Rain it sounded till it curved
|
1945
|
| Like Time's insidious wrinkle
|
1945
|
| Lives he in any other world
|
1945
|
| Long Years apart — can make no
|
1945
|
| Longing is like the Seed
|
1929
|
| Love — is that later Thing than Death —
|
1945
|
| Love — thou art high —
|
1929
|
| Love can do all but raise the Dead
|
1945
|
| Luck is not chance —
|
1945
|
| Make me a picture of the sun —
|
1945
|
| Mama never forgets her birds,
|
1945
|
| Many a phrase has the English language —
|
1935
|
| Many cross the Rhine
|
1945
|
| Me from Myself — to banish —
|
1929
|
| Me prove it now — Whoever doubt
|
1935
|
| Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1945
|
| Meeting by Accident,
|
1945
|
| Midsummer, was it, when They died —
|
1929
|
| More Life — went out — when He went
|
1935
|
| More than the Grave is closed to me —
|
1945
|
| Morning that comes but once,
|
1945
|
| Most she touched me by her muteness —
|
1929
|
| Must be a Woe —
|
1935
|
| Mute thy Coronation —
|
1945
|
| My best Acquaintances are those
|
1945
|
| My Eye is fuller than my vase —
|
1945
|
| My Faith is larger than the Hills —
|
1929
|
| My first well Day — since many ill —
|
1935
|
| My friend attacks my friend!
|
1945
|
| My Garden — like the Beach —
|
1935
|
| My Heart ran so to thee
|
1945
|
| My Heart upon a little Plate
|
1945
|
| My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
|
1929
|
| My period had come for Prayer —
|
1929
|
| My Portion is Defeat — today —
|
1929
|
| My Reward for Being, was This.
|
1945
|
| My Season's furthest Flower —
|
1945
|
| My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —
|
1929
|
| My Triumph lasted till the Drums
|
1935
|
| My Wars are laid away in Books —
|
1945
|
| Myself can read the Telegrams
|
1945
|
| Myself was formed — a Carpenter —
|
1935
|
| Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —
|
1945
|
| Nature affects to be sedate
|
1945
|
| Never for Society
|
1935
|
| No Bobolink — reverse His Singing
|
1945
|
| No Crowd that has occurred
|
1929
|
| No Man can compass a Despair —
|
1935
|
| No man saw awe, nor to his house
|
1945
|
| No matter — now — Sweet —
|
1945
|
| No Notice gave She, but a Change —
|
1935
|
| No Passenger was known to flee —
|
1945
|
| Nobody knows this little Rose —
|
1945
|
| None can experience sting
|
1945
|
| None who saw it ever told it
|
1945
|
| Noon — is the Hinge of Day —
|
1945
|
| Nor Mountain hinder Me
|
1945
|
| Not any more to be lacked —
|
1929
|
| Not probable — The barest Chance —
|
1935
|
| Not so the infinite Relations — Below
|
1945
|
| Not that We did, shall be the test
|
1929
|
| Not to discover weakness is
|
1945
|
| Now I knew I lost her —
|
1945
|
| Of Being is a Bird
|
1929
|
| Of Brussels — it was not —
|
1945
|
| Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1945
|
| Of Course — I prayed —
|
1929
|
| Of Death I try to think like this —
|
1945
|
| Of Nature I shall have enough
|
1945
|
| Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1929
|
| Of Paradise' existence
|
1945
|
| Of Paul and Silas it is said
|
1945
|
| Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
1945
|
| Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
|
1945
|
| Of whom so dear
|
1945
|
| Oh Future! thou secreted peace
|
1945
|
| Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet
|
1945
|
| Oh Shadow on the Grass,
|
1929
|
| Oh Sumptuous moment
|
1945
|
| Oh, honey of an hour,
|
1945
|
| On a Columnar Self —
|
1929
|
| On that dear Frame the Years had worn
|
1945
|
| On that specific Pillow
|
1945
|
| On the World you colored
|
1945
|
| Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1945
|
| One and One — are One —
|
1929
|
| One Anguish — in a Crowd —
|
1945
|
| One crown that no one seeks
|
1945
|
| One Crucifixion is recorded — only —
|
1945
|
| One Joy of so much anguish
|
1945
|
| One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1929
|
| One Year ago — jots what?
|
1945
|
| Only a Shrine, but Mine —
|
1929
|
| Only God — detect the Sorrow —
|
1935
|
| Our little Kinsmen — after Rain
|
1945
|
| Our little secrets slink away —
|
1945
|
| Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
|
1945
|
| Out of sight? What of that?
|
1929
|
| Over and over, like a Tune —
|
1929
|
| Over the fence —
|
1945
|
| Pain — expands the Time —
|
1929
|
| Pain has but one Acquaintance
|
1945
|
| Paradise is of the option.
|
1945
|
| Paradise is that old mansion
|
1945
|
| Partake as doth the Bee,
|
1945
|
| Patience — has a quiet Outer —
|
1945
|
| Peace is a fiction of our Faith —
|
1945
|
| Perhaps I asked too large —
|
1945
|
| Power is a familiar growth —
|
1945
|
| Praise it — 'tis dead —
|
1945
|
| Precious to Me — She still shall be —
|
1945
|
| Promise This — When You be Dying —
|
1935
|
| Publication — is the Auction
|
1929
|
| Purple — is fashionable twice —
|
1945
|
| Put up my lute!
|
1935
|
| Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
|
1945
|
| Recollect the Face of me
|
1945
|
| "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me
|
1945
|
| Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1929
|
| Removed from Accident of Loss
|
1935
|
| Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue —
|
1929
|
| Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
|
1945
|
| Rest at Night
|
1945
|
| Revolution is the Pod
|
1929
|
| Ribbons of the Year —
|
1945
|
| Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
|
1945
|
| Robbed by Death — but that was easy —
|
1945
|
| Said Death to Passion
|
1945
|
| Sang from the Heart, Sire,
|
1945
|
| Satisfaction — is the Agent
|
1945
|
| "Secrets" is a daily word
|
1945
|
| September's Baccalaureate
|
1945
|
| Severer Service of myself
|
1945
|
| Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
|
1935
|
| Shall I take thee, the Poet said
|
1945
|
| Shame is the shawl of Pink
|
1945
|
| She bore it till the simple veins
|
1935
|
| She could not live upon the Past
|
1945
|
| She dealt her pretty words like Blades —
|
1929
|
| She dwelleth in the Ground —
|
1945
|
| She hideth Her the last —
|
1935
|
| She lay as if at play
|
1935
|
| She rose as high as His Occasion
|
1945
|
| She sights a Bird — she chuckles —
|
1945
|
| She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc —
|
1935
|
| She's happy, with a new Content —
|
1935
|
| Shells from the Coast mistaking —
|
1945
|
| Silence is all we dread.
|
1945
|
| Size circumscribes — it has no room
|
1935
|
| Smiling back from Coronation
|
1945
|
| Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1945
|
| Snow flakes.
|
1945
|
| So give me back to Death —
|
1945
|
| So has a Daisy vanished
|
1945
|
| So I pull my Stockings off
|
1945
|
| So large my Will
|
1945
|
| So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
|
1929
|
| So much Summer
|
1945
|
| So the Eyes accost — and sunder
|
1929
|
| So well that I can live without —
|
1929
|
| Society for me my misery
|
1945
|
| Soft as the massacre of Suns
|
1945
|
| Some — Work for Immortality —
|
1929
|
| Some one prepared this mighty show
|
1945
|
| Some say goodnight — at night —
|
1929
|
| Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1935
|
| Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
|
1945
|
| Some Wretched creature, savior take
|
1945
|
| Somehow myself survived the Night
|
1935
|
| Somewhat, to hope for,
|
1945
|
| Somewhere upon the general Earth
|
1945
|
| Soul, take thy risk.
|
1945
|
| Spring comes on the World —
|
1945
|
| Spring is the Period
|
1945
|
| Still own thee — still thou art
|
1945
|
| Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1929
|
| Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning —
|
1945
|
| Such are the inlets of the mind —
|
1945
|
| Such is the Force of Happiness —
|
1945
|
| Summer — we all have seen —
|
1945
|
| Summer has two Beginnings —
|
1945
|
| Summer is shorter than any one —
|
1945
|
| Sunset at Night — is natural —
|
1929
|
| Sunset that screens, reveals —
|
1945
|
| Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent —
|
1945
|
| Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —
|
1929
|
| Sweet — safe — Houses —
|
1945
|
| Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered
|
1945
|
| Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie —
|
1945
|
| Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —
|
1945
|
| Sweet, to have had them lost
|
1935
|
| Take your Heaven further on —
|
1935
|
| Taking up the fair Ideal,
|
1945
|
| Talk not to me of Summer Trees
|
1945
|
| Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
|
1945
|
| Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten
|
1945
|
| That after Horror — that 'twas us —
|
1935
|
| That Distance was between Us
|
1945
|
| That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
|
1935
|
| That it will never come again
|
1945
|
| That odd old man is dead a year —
|
1945
|
| That sacred Closet when you sweep —
|
1945
|
| That this should feel the need of Death
|
1945
|
| The Admirations — and Contempts — of time —
|
1929
|
| The Angle of a Landscape —
|
1945
|
| The Auctioneer of Parting
|
1945
|
| The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1929
|
| The Beggar at the Door for Fame
|
1945
|
| The Beggar Lad — dies early —
|
1945
|
| The Bird did prance — the Bee did play —
|
1945
|
| The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1945
|
| The Birds begun at Four o'clock —
|
1945
|
| The Birds reported from the South —
|
1935
|
| The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side —
|
1945
|
| The Bobolink is gone —
|
1945
|
| The Butterfly's Numidian Gown
|
1945
|
| The Chemical conviction
|
1945
|
| The Child's faith is new —
|
1929
|
| The Clover's simple Fame
|
1945
|
| The Color of a Queen, is this —
|
1945
|
| The Color of the Grave is Green —
|
1935
|
| The Court is far away —
|
1945
|
| The Day grew small, surrounded tight
|
1945
|
| The Day she goes
|
1945
|
| The Day that I was crowned
|
1935
|
| The Day undressed — Herself —
|
1935
|
| The Days that we can spare
|
1945
|
| The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
|
1945
|
| The Doomed — regard the Sunrise
|
1929
|
| The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea —
|
1945
|
| The earth has many keys,
|
1945
|
| The face I carry with me — last —
|
1945
|
| The Fact that Earth is Heaven —
|
1945
|
| The fairest Home I ever knew
|
1945
|
| The fascinating chill that music leaves
|
1945
|
| The Fingers of the Light
|
1945
|
| The first Day that I was a Life
|
1945
|
| The first Day's Night had come —
|
1935
|
| The first We knew of Him was Death —
|
1945
|
| The Flower must not blame the Bee —
|
1935
|
| The Frost of Death was on the Pane —
|
1945
|
| The Frost was never seen —
|
1945
|
| The Gentian has a parched Corolla —
|
1945
|
| The good Will of a Flower
|
1945
|
| The Grace — Myself — might not obtain —
|
1935
|
| The hallowing of Pain
|
1945
|
| The harm of Years is on him —
|
1945
|
| The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1945
|
| The Heart is the Capital of the Mind —
|
1929
|
| The Heaven vests for Each
|
1935
|
| The Hills in Purple syllables
|
1945
|
| The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
1935
|
| The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
1945
|
| The Infinite a sudden Guest
|
1945
|
| The Jay his Castanet has struck
|
1945
|
| The joy that has no stem no core,
|
1945
|
| The Judge is like the Owl —
|
1945
|
| The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1945
|
| The Lamp burns sure — within —
|
1935
|
| The Lassitudes of Contemplation
|
1945
|
| The last of Summer is Delight —
|
1929
|
| The Life that tied too tight escapes
|
1945
|
| The Life we have is very great.
|
1945
|
| The Lightning is a yellow Fork
|
1945
|
| The Lightning playeth — all the while —
|
1945
|
| The Lilac is an ancient shrub
|
1945
|
| The Loneliness One dare not sound —
|
1945
|
| The lonesome for they know not What —
|
1929
|
| The Love a Life can show Below
|
1929
|
| The Malay — took the Pearl —
|
1945
|
| The Manner of its Death
|
1945
|
| The Martyr Poets — did not tell —
|
1935
|
| The Merchant of the Picturesque
|
1945
|
| The Mind lives on the Heart
|
1945
|
| The mob within the heart
|
1945
|
| The Months have ends — the Years — a knot —
|
1935
|
| The Morning after Woe —
|
1935
|
| The most important population
|
1945
|
| The most pathetic thing I do
|
1945
|
| The Mountains — grow unnoticed —
|
1929
|
| The Mountains stood in Haze —
|
1945
|
| The name — of it — is "Autumn" —
|
1945
|
| The Notice that is called the Spring
|
1945
|
| The Only News I know
|
1929
|
| The Opening and the Close
|
1945
|
| The Outer — from the Inner
|
1935
|
| The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
|
1945
|
| The pattern of the sun
|
1945
|
| The Pile of Years is not so high
|
1945
|
| The Poets light but Lamps —
|
1945
|
| The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —
|
1929
|
| The power to be true to You,
|
1929
|
| The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
|
1945
|
| The Products of my Farm are these
|
1945
|
| The Province of the Saved
|
1935
|
| The pungent atom in the Air
|
1945
|
| The rainbow never tells me
|
1929
|
| The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
|
1945
|
| The Riddle we can guess
|
1945
|
| The Road to Paradise is plain,
|
1945
|
| The Road was lit with Moon and star —
|
1945
|
| The Robin for the Crumb
|
1945
|
| The Robin is a Gabriel
|
1945
|
| The Robin's my Criterion for Tune —
|
1929
|
| The Service without Hope —
|
1945
|
| The smouldering embers blush —
|
1945
|
| The Snow that never drifts —
|
1945
|
| The Soul has Bandaged moments —
|
1945
|
| The Soul's distinct connection
|
1929
|
| The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1945
|
| The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
|
1945
|
| The spry Arms of the Wind
|
1945
|
| The Summer that we did not prize,
|
1945
|
| The Sun and Fog contested
|
1945
|
| The Sun and Moon must make their haste —
|
1945
|
| The Sun in reigning to the West
|
1945
|
| The Sun is gay or stark
|
1945
|
| The Sun is one — and on the Tare
|
1945
|
| The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low!
|
1945
|
| The Sun went down — no Man looked on —
|
1929
|
| The Sunrise runs for Both —
|
1929
|
| The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1945
|
| The sweetest Heresy received
|
1929
|
| The Test of Love — is Death —
|
1935
|
| The Things that never can come back, are several —
|
1945
|
| The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
|
1945
|
| The Tint I cannot take — is best —
|
1929
|
| The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —
|
1935
|
| The Truth — is stirless —
|
1945
|
| The vastest earthly Day
|
1945
|
| The Veins of other Flowers
|
1945
|
| The Voice that stands for Floods to me
|
1945
|
| The waters chased him as he fled,
|
1945
|
| The way Hope builds his House
|
1945
|
| The Way to know the Bobolink
|
1945
|
| The Well upon the Brook
|
1945
|
| The Whole of it came not at once —
|
1945
|
| The Wind took up the Northern Things
|
1945
|
| The Winters are so short —
|
1935
|
| The words the happy say
|
1945
|
| The World — feels Dusty
|
1929
|
| The World — stands — solemner — to me —
|
1945
|
| The worthlessness of Earthly things
|
1945
|
| The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous —
|
1929
|
| Their Barricade against the Sky
|
1945
|
| Their dappled importunity
|
1945
|
| Themself are all I have —
|
1935
|
| There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —
|
1929
|
| There comes a warning like a spy
|
1945
|
| There comes an hour when begging stops,
|
1945
|
| There is a finished feeling
|
1945
|
| There is a June when Corn is cut
|
1945
|
| There is a Languor of the Life
|
1929
|
| There is a morn by men unseen —
|
1945
|
| There is a pain — so utter —
|
1929
|
| There is a Zone whose even Years
|
1945
|
| There is an arid Pleasure —
|
1945
|
| There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent
|
1945
|
| There is strength in proving that it can be borne
|
1945
|
| There's the Battle of Burgoyne —
|
1945
|
| These — saw Visions —
|
1935
|
| These are the Nights that Beetles love —
|
1945
|
| These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —
|
1929
|
| These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest
|
1945
|
| These Strangers, in a foreign World,
|
1945
|
| These tested Our Horizon —
|
1945
|
| They ask but our Delight —
|
1945
|
| They called me to the Window, for
|
1945
|
| They have a little Odor — that to me
|
1945
|
| They leave us with the Infinite.
|
1945
|
| They put Us far apart —
|
1935
|
| They shut me up in Prose —
|
1935
|
| This Bauble was preferred of Bees —
|
1935
|
| This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1945
|
| This dirty — little — Heart
|
1945
|
| This docile one inter
|
1945
|
| This Dust, and its Feature —
|
1945
|
| This heart that broke so long —
|
1935
|
| This is a Blossom of the Brain —
|
1945
|
| This Me — that walks and works — must die,
|
1945
|
| This slow Day moved along —
|
1945
|
| This that would greet — an hour ago —
|
1945
|
| This was a Poet — It is That
|
1929
|
| Those — dying then,
|
1945
|
| Those cattle smaller than a Bee
|
1945
|
| Those fair — fictitious People —
|
1929
|
| Those who have been in the Grave the longest —
|
1945
|
| Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —
|
1929
|
| Through the Dark Sod — as Education —
|
1929
|
| Through those old Grounds of memory,
|
1945
|
| Through what transports of Patience
|
1945
|
| Till Death — is narrow Loving —
|
1929
|
| Time does go on —
|
1945
|
| Time feels so vast that were it not
|
1935
|
| 'Tis customary as we part
|
1945
|
| 'Tis good — the looking back on Grief —
|
1935
|
| 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
|
1945
|
| 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so —
|
1945
|
| 'Tis One by One — the Father counts —
|
1945
|
| 'Tis Opposites — entice —
|
1929
|
| 'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
|
1945
|
| 'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates —
|
1935
|
| 'Tis true — They shut me in the Cold —
|
1945
|
| To be forgot by thee
|
1945
|
| To break so vast a Heart
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1945
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| To die — takes just a little while —
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1935
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| To die — without the Dying
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1945
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| To earn it by disdaining it
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1945
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| To fill a Gap
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1929
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| To flee from memory
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1945
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| To her derided Home
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1945
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| To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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1929
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| To make One's Toilette — after Death
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1935
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| To make Routine a Stimulus
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1929
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| To mend each tattered Faith
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1945
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| To offer brave assistance
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1929
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| To One denied the drink
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1945
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| To own the Art within the Soul
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1945
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| To put this World down, like a Bundle —
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1935
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| To see the Summer Sky
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1945
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| To undertake is to achieve
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1945
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| To wait an Hour — is long —
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1945
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| To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
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1935
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| Too happy Time dissolves itself
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1945
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| Too little way the House must lie
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1935
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| Too scanty 'twas to die for you,
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1945
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| Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
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1945
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| Tried always and Condemned by thee
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1945
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| Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
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1945
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| Trust in the Unexpected —
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1935
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| 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me —
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1935
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| 'Twas Crisis — All the length had passed —
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1945
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| 'Twas fighting for his Life he was —
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1945
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| 'Twas here my summer paused
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1945
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| 'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
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1945
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| 'Twas Love — not me —
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1945
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| 'Twas my one Glory —
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1945
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| 'Twas the old — road — through pain —
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1929
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| 'Twas warm — at first — like Us —
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1929
|
| Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
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1945
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| Two — were immortal twice —
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1945
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| Two Travellers perishing in Snow
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1945
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| 'Twould ease — a Butterfly —
|
1945
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| Uncertain lease — develops lustre
|
1945
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| Under the Light, yet under,
|
1945
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| Unfulfilled to Observation —
|
1935
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| Unit, like Death, for Whom?
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1935
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| Until the Desert knows
|
1945
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| Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me —
|
1935
|
| "Unto Me?" I do not know you —
|
1929
|
| Unto the Whole — how add?
|
1945
|
| Unworthy of her Breast
|
1945
|
| Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle
|
1945
|
| Upon a Lilac Sea
|
1945
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| Upon Concluded Lives
|
1945
|
| Warm in her Hand these accents lie
|
1945
|
| "Was not" was all the Statement.
|
1945
|
| Water makes many Beds
|
1945
|
| We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —
|
1929
|
| We do not play on Graves —
|
1945
|
| We don't cry — Tim and I,
|
1945
|
| We dream — it is good we are dreaming —
|
1935
|
| We grow accustomed to the Dark —
|
1935
|
| We introduce ourselves
|
1945
|
| We learned the Whole of Love —
|
1945
|
| We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
|
1945
|
| We lose — because we win —
|
1945
|
| We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints
|
1945
|
| We miss a Kinsman more
|
1929
|
| We miss Her, not because We see —
|
1945
|
| We pray — to Heaven —
|
1929
|
| We see — Comparatively —
|
1929
|
| We shun because we prize her Face
|
1945
|
| We talked as Girls do —
|
1929
|
| We talked with each other about each other
|
1945
|
| Were it but Me that gained the Height —
|
1945
|
| Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee
|
1945
|
| What did They do since I saw Them?
|
1945
|
| What I can do — I will —
|
1929
|
| What I see not, I better see —
|
1945
|
| What is — "Paradise" —
|
1945
|
| What shall I do — it whimpers so —
|
1945
|
| What shall I do when the Summer troubles —
|
1945
|
| What Twigs We held by —
|
1935
|
| What we see we know somewhat
|
1945
|
| What would I give to see his face?
|
1929
|
| Whatever it is — she has tried it —
|
1945
|
| When a Lover is a Beggar
|
1945
|
| When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins
|
1945
|
| When Diamonds are a Legend,
|
1935
|
| When I count the seeds
|
1945
|
| When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1945
|
| When I hoped, I recollect
|
1929
|
| When One has given up One's life
|
1945
|
| When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1945
|
| When they come back — if Blossoms do —
|
1929
|
| When we stand on the tops of Things —
|
1945
|
| Where bells no more affright the morn —
|
1945
|
| Where I am not afraid to go
|
1945
|
| Where Roses would not dare to go,
|
1945
|
| Where Thou art — that — is Home —
|
1929
|
| Whether they have forgotten
|
1945
|
| Which is best? Heaven —
|
1945
|
| Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?
|
1945
|
| Which misses most,
|
1945
|
| While it is alive
|
1945
|
| Who abdicated Ambush
|
1945
|
| Who Court obtain within Himself
|
1929
|
| Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1929
|
| Who goes to dine must take his Feast
|
1945
|
| Who is the East?
|
1945
|
| Who occupies this House?
|
1945
|
| Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
|
1945
|
| Whoever disenchants
|
1945
|
| Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —
|
1945
|
| Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1929
|
| "Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
1929
|
| Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —
|
1929
|
| Why should we hurry — why indeed?
|
1945
|
| Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
|
1945
|
| Witchcraft was hung, in History,
|
1945
|
| With Pinions of Disdain
|
1945
|
| With thee, in the Desert —
|
1945
|
| Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1929
|
| Within thy Grave!
|
1945
|
| Without a smile — Without a Throe
|
1945
|
| Without this — there is nought —
|
1935
|
| Wolfe demanded during dying
|
1945
|
| Wonder — is not precisely Knowing
|
1945
|
| Yesterday is History,
|
1945
|
| You cannot make Remembrance grow
|
1945
|
| You cannot take itself
|
1945
|
| You constituted Time —
|
1945
|
| You know that Portrait in the Moon —
|
1935
|
| You love me — you are sure —
|
1945
|
| You love the Lord — you cannot see —
|
1945
|
| You said that I "was Great" — one Day —
|
1945
|
| You see I cannot see — your lifetime —
|
1929
|
| You taught me Waiting with Myself —
|
1929
|
| You'll find — it when you try to die —
|
1929
|
| You'll know Her — by Her Foot —
|
1945
|
| You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —
|
1935
|
| You're right — "the way is narrow" —
|
1945
|
| Your thoughts don't have words every day
|
1945
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