| 1 | There is another sky |
| 2 | I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
| 3 | Because I could not stop for Death |
| 4 | Nobody knows this little Rose |
| 5 | I started Early -- Took my Dog -- |
| 6 | Awake ye muses nine |
| 7 | If I can stop one Heart from breaking |
| 8 | My life closed twice before its close -- |
| 9 | Heart! We will forget him! |
| 10 | A narrow Fellow in the Grass |
| 11 | I never saw a Moor -- |
| 12 | I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died |
| 13 | "Hope" is the thing with feathers |
| 14 | I died for Beauty -- but was scarce |
| 15 | The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- |
| 16 | Through the Dark Sod -- as Education |
| 17 | You love me -- you are sure |
| 18 | Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- |
| 19 | The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning |
| 20 | A slash of Blue |
| 21 | Success is counted sweetest |
| 22 | The Soul selects her own Society |
| 23 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 24 | I taste a liquor never brewed |
| 25 | If I should die, |
| 26 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 27 | I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, |
| 28 | Much Madness is divinest Sense |
| 29 | One Sister have I in our house |
| 30 | There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, |
| 31 | There is a solitude of space |
| 32 | This is my letter to the World |
| 33 | "Faith" is a fine invention |
| 34 | There's a certain Slant of light, |
| 35 | We never know how high we are |
| 36 | After great pain, a formal feeling comes |
| 37 | If those I loved were lost |
| 38 | There is a word |
| 39 | Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! |
| 40 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 41 | Apparently with no surprise |
| 42 | It was not Death, for I stood up, |
| 43 | We lose -- because we win |
| 44 | Fame is a bee. |
| 45 | I have a Bird in spring |
| 46 | Snow flakes. |
| 47 | How happy is the little Stone |
| 48 | I cannot live with You -- |
| 49 | I like to see it lap the Miles -- |
| 50 | If you were coming in the Fall, |
| 51 | My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- |
| 52 | Some keep the Sabbath going to Church |
| 53 | Going to Heaven! |
| 54 | I'll tell you how the Sun rose |
| 55 | Safe in their Alabaster Chambers |
| 56 | Sleep is supposed to be |
| 57 | The Bustle in a House |
| 58 | This World is not Conclusion. |
| 59 | To see the Summer Sky |
| 60 | Water, is taught by thirst. |
| 61 | A Bird came down the Walk |
| 62 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 63 | I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
| 64 | I never lost as much but twice |
| 65 | I robbed the Woods |
| 66 | It sifts from Leaden Sieves |
| 67 | On this wondrous sea |
| 68 | The Guest is gold and crimson |
| 69 | A word is dead |
| 70 | Ample make this Bed -- |
| 71 | Frequently the wood are pink |
| 72 | He ate and drank the precious Words -- |
| 73 | I never told the buried gold |
| 74 | It's all I have to bring today |
| 75 | My wheel is in the dark! |
| 76 | She died -- this was the way she died. |
| 77 | She sweeps with many-colored Brooms |
| 78 | That after Horror -- that 'twas us |
| 79 | "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! |
| 80 | Angels, in the early morning |
| 81 | Baffled for just a day or two |
| 82 | Bring me the sunset in a cup, |
| 83 | Death sets a Thing significant |
| 84 | Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge |
| 85 | I measure every Grief I meet |
| 86 | Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- |
| 87 | The Moon was but a Chin of Gold |
| 88 | The only Ghost I ever saw |
| 89 | When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, |
| 90 | 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. |
| 91 | A sepal, petal, and a thorn |
| 92 | At Half past Three, a single Bird |
| 93 | Before the ice is in the pools |
| 94 | Death is a Dialogue between |
| 95 | Drowning is not so pitiful |
| 96 | God is indeed a jealous God -- |
| 97 | I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- |
| 98 | I had been hungry, all the Years -- |
| 99 | I'm "wife" -- I've finished that |
| 100 | If this is "fading" |
| 101 | In this short Life |
| 102 | Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, |
| 103 | Papa above! |
| 104 | So has a Daisy vanished |
| 105 | The morns are meeker than they were |
| 106 | The Sun in reigning to the West |
| 107 | There came a Wind like a Bugle -- |
| 108 | These are the days when Birds come back |
| 109 | We grow accustomed to the Dark |
| 110 | 'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- |
| 111 | A fuzzy fellow, without feet, |
| 112 | A Light exists in Spring |
| 113 | A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest |
| 114 | Adrift! A little boat adrift! |
| 115 | Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- |
| 116 | Could live -- did live |
| 117 | Crumbling is not an instant's Act |
| 118 | Fame is a fickle food |
| 119 | I dwell in Possibility -- |
| 120 | I had a guinea golden |
| 121 | I met a King this afternoon! |
| 122 | I took my power in my hand |
| 123 | Is it too late to touch you, Dear? |
| 124 | Jesus! thy Crucifix |
| 125 | My friend must be a Bird |
| 126 | My River runs to thee |
| 127 | Our lives are Swiss |
| 128 | Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. |
| 129 | The earth has many keys, |
| 130 | The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- |
| 131 | The rainbow never tells me |
| 132 | The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, |
| 133 | The Soul's Superior instants |
| 134 | The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for |
| 135 | There is no Frigate like a Book |
| 136 | There's something quieter than sleep |
| 137 | They might not need me -- yet they might -- |
| 138 | To fight aloud, is very brave |
| 139 | To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- |
| 140 | We outgrow love, like other things |
| 141 | What is -- "Paradise" |
| 142 | Within my reach! |
| 143 | "Heavenly Father" -- take to thee |
| 144 | A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! |
| 145 | A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart |
| 146 | A transport one cannot contain |
| 147 | Ah, Teneriffe! |
| 148 | All but Death, can be Adjusted -- |
| 149 | Are Friends Delight or Pain? |
| 150 | As imperceptibly as Grief |
| 151 | Bee! I'm expecting you! |
| 152 | Between the form of Life and Life |
| 153 | Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple |
| 154 | Departed -- to the Judgment -- |
| 155 | Did life's penurious length |
| 156 | Dying! Dying in the night! |
| 157 | Elysium is as far as to |
| 158 | Exultation is the going |
| 159 | Forever at His side to walk |
| 160 | God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- |
| 161 | Going to Him! Happy letter! |
| 162 | Good night, because we must, |
| 163 | He fumbles at your Soul |
| 164 | He put the Belt around my life |
| 165 | Her -- "last Poems" |
| 166 | Her breast is fit for pearls, |
| 167 | How many times these low feet staggered |
| 168 | I am alive -- I guess |
| 169 | I can't tell you -- but you feel it |
| 170 | I felt my life with both my hands |
| 171 | I haven't told my garden yet |
| 172 | I held a Jewel in my fingers |
| 173 | I hide myself within my flower, |
| 174 | I like a look of Agony, |
| 175 | I never hear the word "escape" |
| 176 | I often passed the village |
| 177 | I see thee better -- in the Dark -- |
| 178 | I should not dare to leave my friend, |
| 179 | I sing to use the Waiting |
| 180 | I stole them from a Bee |
| 181 | I went to Heaven |
| 182 | I would distil a cup |
| 183 | I would not paint -- a picture -- |
| 184 | I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- |
| 185 | If I shouldn't be alive |
| 186 | If recollecting were forgetting, |
| 187 | If your Nerve, deny you |
| 188 | Is it true, dear Sue? |
| 189 | Like her the Saints retire, |
| 190 | Love -- is anterior to Life -- |
| 191 | Love's stricken "why" |
| 192 | Many a phrase has the English language |
| 193 | Mine Enemy is growing old -- |
| 194 | My friend attacks my friend! |
| 195 | Of all the Souls that stand create -- |
| 196 | Oh, honey of an hour, |
| 197 | On such a night, or such a night, |
| 198 | Once more, my now bewildered Dove |
| 199 | Poor little Heart! |
| 200 | Publication -- is the Auction |
| 201 | Put up my lute! |
| 202 | Sang from the Heart, Sire, |
| 203 | Severer Service of myself |
| 204 | She slept beneath a tree |
| 205 | So bashful when I spied her! |
| 206 | So give me back to Death -- |
| 207 | Some say goodnight -- at night -- |
| 208 | Sunset at Night -- is natural |
| 209 | Surgeons must be very careful |
| 210 | That it will never come again |
| 211 | The Bee is not afraid of me. |
| 212 | The Definition of Beauty is |
| 213 | The difference between Despair |
| 214 | The farthest Thunder that I heard |
| 215 | The feet of people walking home |
| 216 | The Grass so little has to do |
| 217 | The largest Fire ever known |
| 218 | The mob within the heart |
| 219 | The Voice that stands for Floods to me |
| 220 | The Work of Her that went, |
| 221 | There is a morn by men unseen |
| 222 | This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies |
| 223 | This was a Poet -- It is That |
| 224 | Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- |
| 225 | Through lane it lay -- through bramble |
| 226 | Through those old Grounds of memory, |
| 227 | Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, |
| 228 | Unable are the Loved to die |
| 229 | We should not mind so small a flower |
| 230 | We talked as Girls do -- |
| 231 | What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures |
| 232 | What tenements of clover |
| 233 | When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, |
| 234 | Where I have lost, I softer tread |
| 235 | Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss |
| 236 | Will there really be a "Morning"? |
| 237 | Witchcraft was hung, in History, |
| 238 | You cannot put a Fire out -- |
| 239 | You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- |
| 240 | "And with what body do they come?" -- |
| 241 | "Arcturus" is his other name |
| 242 | "Faithful to the end" Amended |
| 243 | "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me |
| 244 | "Why do I love" You, Sir? |
| 245 | 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so |
| 246 | 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! |
| 247 | 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room |
| 248 | 'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, |
| 249 | 'Twas such a little -- little boat |
| 250 | A Charm invests a face |
| 251 | A Diamond on the Hand |
| 252 | A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- |
| 253 | A great Hope fell |
| 254 | A happy lip -- breaks sudden |
| 255 | A Lady red -- amid the Hill |
| 256 | A little East of Jordan, |
| 257 | A little Madness in the Spring |
| 258 | A little Snow was here and there |
| 259 | A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- |
| 260 | A Prison gets to be a friend -- |
| 261 | A Secret told |
| 262 | A shady friend -- for Torrid days |
| 263 | A single Screw of Flesh |
| 264 | A Thought went up my mind today -- |
| 265 | A Tooth upon Our Peace |
| 266 | A World made penniless by that departure |
| 267 | Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? |
| 268 | After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- |
| 269 | Ah, Necromancy Sweet! |
| 270 | All that I do |
| 271 | All these my banners be. |
| 272 | Alter! When the Hills do -- |
| 273 | Always Mine! |
| 274 | An altered look about the hills |
| 275 | An honest Tear |
| 276 | An Hour is a Sea |
| 277 | And this of all my Hopes |
| 278 | As by the dead we love to sit, |
| 279 | As if some little Arctic flower |
| 280 | As Summer into Autumn slips |
| 281 | As Watchers hang upon the East, |
| 282 | Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- |
| 283 | Best Witchcraft is Geometry |
| 284 | Between My Country -- and the Others -- |
| 285 | Birthday of but a single pang |
| 286 | Bless God, he went as soldiers, |
| 287 | Bliss is the plaything of the child -- |
| 288 | Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- |
| 289 | By Chivalries as tiny, |
| 290 | By such and such an offering |
| 291 | Circumference thou Bride of Awe |
| 292 | Cocoon above! Cocoon below! |
| 293 | Conferring with myself |
| 294 | Dear March -- Come in -- |
| 295 | Defrauded I a Butterfly -- |
| 296 | Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- |
| 297 | Distrustful of the Gentian |
| 298 | Doom is the House without the Door |
| 299 | Dust is the only Secret |
| 300 | Each Scar I'll keep for Him |
| 301 | Except to Heaven, she is nought. |
| 302 | Exhilaration is the Breeze |
| 303 | Fame is the one that does not stay -- |
| 304 | Few, yet enough, |
| 305 | Floss won't save you from an Abyss |
| 306 | Flowers -- Well -- if anybody |
| 307 | Follow wise Orion |
| 308 | For each ecstatic instant |
| 309 | From Blank to Blank -- |
| 310 | Garland for Queens, may be |
| 311 | Glee -- The great storm is over -- |
| 312 | God is a distant -- stately Lover |
| 313 | God permits industrious Angels |
| 314 | Good Morning -- Midnight |
| 315 | Good Night! Which put the Candle out? |
| 316 | Gratitude -- is not the mention |
| 317 | Great Streets of silence led away |
| 318 | Have you got a Brook in your little heart, |
| 319 | He who in Himself believes -- |
| 320 | Heart, not so heavy as mine |
| 321 | Heaven is so far of the Mind |
| 322 | Her face was in a bed of hair, |
| 323 | His Heart was darker than the starless night |
| 324 | Hope is a strange invention -- |
| 325 | How brittle are the Piers |
| 326 | How Human Nature dotes |
| 327 | How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- |
| 328 | How soft a Caterpillar steps -- |
| 329 | How soft this Prison is |
| 330 | I asked no other thing -- |
| 331 | I could suffice for Him, I knew -- |
| 332 | I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- |
| 333 | I fit for them -- |
| 334 | I gave myself to Him -- |
| 335 | I got so I could take his name |
| 336 | I have a King, who does not speak |
| 337 | I have no Life but this -- |
| 338 | I keep my pledge. |
| 339 | I know lives, I could miss |
| 340 | I know some lonely Houses off the Road |
| 341 | I know that He exists. |
| 342 | I many times thought Peace had come |
| 343 | I never felt at Home -- Below |
| 344 | I reason, Earth is short |
| 345 | I see thee clearer for the Grave |
| 346 | I send Two Sunsets |
| 347 | I shall keep singing! |
| 348 | I worked for chaff and earning Wheat |
| 349 | I Years had been from Home |
| 350 | I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- |
| 351 | I've known a Heaven, like a Tent |
| 352 | Ideals are the Fairly Oil |
| 353 | If all the griefs I am to have |
| 354 | If ever the lid gets off my head |
| 355 | If I could bribe them by a Rose |
| 356 | If I should cease to bring a Rose |
| 357 | If Nature smiles -- the Mother must |
| 358 | If pain for peace prepares |
| 359 | In Ebon Box, when years have flown |
| 360 | In rags mysterious as these |
| 361 | In snow thou comest -- |
| 362 | In Winter in my Room |
| 363 | Inconceivably solemn! |
| 364 | Is Immortality a bane |
| 365 | It did not surprise me |
| 366 | It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did |
| 367 | It feels a shame to be Alive |
| 368 | It is easy to work when the soul is at play |
| 369 | It might be lonelier |
| 370 | It was too late for Man -- |
| 371 | It's such a little thing to weep |
| 372 | Least Rivers -- docile to some sea |
| 373 | Lest they should come -- is all my fear |
| 374 | Let me not mar that perfect Dream |
| 375 | Like eyes that looked on Wastes |
| 376 | Like Rain it sounded till it curved |
| 377 | Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush |
| 378 | Long Years apart -- can make no |
| 379 | Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt |
| 380 | Meeting by Accident, |
| 381 | More than the Grave is closed to me -- |
| 382 | Morns like these -- we parted |
| 383 | Musicians wrestle everywhere |
| 384 | My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- |
| 385 | My Heart ran so to thee |
| 386 | My Maker -- let me be |
| 387 | My nosegays are for Captives |
| 388 | My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- |
| 389 | Never for Society |
| 390 | No Life can pompless pass away -- |
| 391 | No matter -- now -- Sweet -- |
| 392 | No matter where the Saints abide, |
| 393 | No Notice gave She, but a Change -- |
| 394 | Not that he goes -- we love him more |
| 395 | Not to discover weakness is |
| 396 | Now I lay thee down to Sleep -- |
| 397 | Of Consciousness, her awful Mate |
| 398 | Of Course -- I prayed |
| 399 | Of so divine a Loss |
| 400 | On a Columnar Self -- |
| 401 | One Life of so much Consequence! |
| 402 | One Year ago -- jots what? |
| 403 | Our journey had advanced -- |
| 404 | Over the fence |
| 405 | Partake as doth the Bee, |
| 406 | Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- |
| 407 | Perception of an object costs |
| 408 | Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, |
| 409 | Praise it -- 'tis dead -- |
| 410 | Prayer is the little implement |
| 411 | Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, |
| 412 | Purple -- is fashionable twice -- |
| 413 | Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! |
| 414 | Savior! I've no one else to tell |
| 415 | She bore it till the simple veins |
| 416 | She died at play, |
| 417 | She laid her docile Crescent down |
| 418 | She went as quiet as the Dew |
| 419 | Shells from the Coast mistaking -- |
| 420 | So from the mould |
| 421 | So I pull my Stockings off |
| 422 | So proud she was to die |
| 423 | Soft as the massacre of Suns |
| 424 | Some things that fly there be |
| 425 | Sometimes with the Heart |
| 426 | Soul, take thy risk. |
| 427 | Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- |
| 428 | Summer -- we all have seen -- |
| 429 | That I did always love |
| 430 | That is solemn we have ended |
| 431 | That Love is all there is, |
| 432 | The Butterfly's Numidian Gown |
| 433 | The distance that the dead have gone |
| 434 | The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise |
| 435 | The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea |
| 436 | The fairest Home I ever knew |
| 437 | The first Day that I was a Life |
| 438 | The Flake the Wind exasperate |
| 439 | The Flower must not blame the Bee |
| 440 | The Gentian weaves her fringes |
| 441 | The going from a world we know |
| 442 | The healed Heart shows its shallow scar |
| 443 | The last Night that She lived |
| 444 | The Life that tied too tight escapes |
| 445 | The longest day that God appoints |
| 446 | The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- |
| 447 | The murmuring of Bees, has ceased |
| 448 | The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- |
| 449 | The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized |
| 450 | The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, |
| 451 | The Road to Paradise is plain, |
| 452 | The Rose did caper on her cheek |
| 453 | The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. |
| 454 | The Soul has Bandaged moments -- |
| 455 | The Spider as an Artist |
| 456 | The spry Arms of the Wind |
| 457 | The Sun is gay or stark |
| 458 | The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! |
| 459 | The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- |
| 460 | The Whole of it came not at once -- |
| 461 | The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man |
| 462 | The Wind begun to rock the Grass |
| 463 | The words the happy say |
| 464 | The worthlessness of Earthly things |
| 465 | There are two Mays |
| 466 | There came a Day at Summer's full |
| 467 | There is a finished feeling |
| 468 | There is a June when Corn is cut |
| 469 | There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent |
| 470 | They dropped like Flakes |
| 471 | This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes |
| 472 | This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life |
| 473 | This heart that broke so long |
| 474 | This was in the White of the Year -- |
| 475 | Those -- dying then, |
| 476 | To be alive -- is Power -- |
| 477 | To die -- takes just a little while |
| 478 | To help our Bleaker Parts |
| 479 | To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain |
| 480 | To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, |
| 481 | To make Routine a Stimulus |
| 482 | To mend each tattered Faith |
| 483 | To undertake is to achieve |
| 484 | Too happy Time dissolves itself |
| 485 | Two butterflies went out at Noon -- |
| 486 | Uncertain lease -- develops lustre |
| 487 | Unto a broken heart |
| 488 | Volcanoes be in Sicily |
| 489 | We don't cry -- Tim and I, |
| 490 | We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- |
| 491 | Went up a year this evening! |
| 492 | What Inn is this |
| 493 | What we see we know somewhat |
| 494 | Whether my bark went down at sea |
| 495 | Which is best? Heaven -- |
| 496 | Which misses most, |
| 497 | Who never lost, are unprepared |
| 498 | Whose cheek is this? |
| 499 | Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? |
| 500 | Would you like summer? Taste of ours. |
| 501 | "Go tell it" -- What a Message -- |
| 502 | "Go travelling with us!" |
| 503 | "Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- |
| 504 | "Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me |
| 505 | "I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life -- |
| 506 | "Lethe" in my flower, |
| 507 | "Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer |
| 508 | "Nature" is what we see -- |
| 509 | "Remember me" implored the Thief! |
| 510 | "Secrets" is a daily word |
| 511 | "Sown in dishonor"! |
| 512 | "Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- |
| 513 | "They have not chosen me," he said, |
| 514 | "Tomorrow" -- whose location |
| 515 | "Unto Me?" I do not know you -- |
| 516 | "Was not" was all the Statement. |
| 517 | 'Tis Anguish grander than Delight |
| 518 | 'Tis customary as we part |
| 519 | 'Tis easier to pity those when dead |
| 520 | 'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- |
| 521 | 'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls |
| 522 | 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun |
| 523 | 'Tis not the swaying frame we miss, |
| 524 | 'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- |
| 525 | 'Tis Opposites -- entice |
| 526 | 'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War |
| 527 | 'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates |
| 528 | 'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou |
| 529 | 'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold -- |
| 530 | 'Twas a long Parting -- but the time |
| 531 | 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me -- |
| 532 | 'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- |
| 533 | 'Twas fighting for his Life he was -- |
| 534 | 'Twas here my summer paused |
| 535 | 'Twas later when the summer went |
| 536 | 'Twas Love -- not me |
| 537 | 'Twas my one Glory -- |
| 538 | 'Twas the old -- road -- through pain |
| 539 | 'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- |
| 540 | 'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- |
| 541 | A Bee his burnished Carriage |
| 542 | A Burdock -- clawed my Gown |
| 543 | A Cap of Lead across the sky |
| 544 | A chilly Peace infests the Grass |
| 545 | A Clock stopped |
| 546 | A Cloud withdrew from the Sky |
| 547 | A Coffin -- is a small Domain, |
| 548 | A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- |
| 549 | A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, |
| 550 | A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear |
| 551 | A Death blow is a Life blow to Some |
| 552 | A Deed knocks first at Thought |
| 553 | A Dew sufficed itself -- |
| 554 | A Dimple in the Tomb |
| 555 | A Door just opened on a street -- |
| 556 | A doubt if it be Us |
| 557 | A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork |
| 558 | A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- |
| 559 | A face devoid of love or grace, |
| 560 | A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes |
| 561 | A feather from the Whippoorwill |
| 562 | A Field of Stubble, lying sere |
| 563 | A first Mute Coming -- |
| 564 | A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, |
| 565 | A full fed Rose on meals of Tint |
| 566 | A House upon the Height |
| 567 | A lane of Yellow led the eye |
| 568 | A Letter is a joy of Earth -- |
| 569 | A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb |
| 570 | A little Dog that wags his tail |
| 571 | A little overflowing word |
| 572 | A little Road -- not made of Man -- |
| 573 | A loss of something ever felt I -- |
| 574 | A Man may make a Remark -- |
| 575 | A Mien to move a Queen |
| 576 | A Mine there is no Man would own |
| 577 | A Moth the hue of this |
| 578 | A Murmur in the Trees -- to note |
| 579 | A nearness to Tremendousness -- |
| 580 | A Night -- there lay the Days between |
| 581 | A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring |
| 582 | A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- |
| 583 | A Planted Life -- diversified |
| 584 | A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis |
| 585 | A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- |
| 586 | A Rat surrendered here |
| 587 | A Saucer holds a Cup |
| 588 | A science -- so the Savants say, |
| 589 | A Shade upon the mind there passes |
| 590 | A Sickness of this World it most occasions |
| 591 | A single Clover Plank |
| 592 | A Sloop of Amber slips away |
| 593 | A soft Sea washed around the House |
| 594 | A solemn thing -- it was -- I said |
| 595 | A Solemn thing within the Soul |
| 596 | A something in a summer's Day |
| 597 | A South Wind -- has a pathos |
| 598 | A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig |
| 599 | A Spider sewed at Night |
| 600 | A stagnant pleasure like a Pool |
| 601 | A still -- Volcano -- Life -- |
| 602 | A throe upon the features |
| 603 | A Toad, can die of Light -- |
| 604 | A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! |
| 605 | A train went through a burial gate, |
| 606 | A Visitor in Marl |
| 607 | A Weight with Needles on the pounds |
| 608 | A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be |
| 609 | A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds |
| 610 | A Wind that rose |
| 611 | A winged spark doth soar about -- |
| 612 | A Word dropped careless on a Page |
| 613 | A Word made Flesh is seldom |
| 614 | Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier |
| 615 | Abraham to kill him -- |
| 616 | Absence disembodies -- so does Death |
| 617 | Absent Place -- an April Day -- |
| 618 | Advance is Life's condition |
| 619 | After a hundred years |
| 620 | After the Sun comes out |
| 621 | Again -- his voice is at the door -- |
| 622 | Ah, Moon -- and Star! |
| 623 | Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, |
| 624 | All Circumstances are the Frame |
| 625 | All forgot for recollecting |
| 626 | All I may, if small, |
| 627 | All men for Honor hardest work |
| 628 | All overgrown by cunning moss, |
| 629 | All the letters I can write |
| 630 | All things swept sole away |
| 631 | Alone and in a Circumstance |
| 632 | Alone, I cannot be |
| 633 | Although I put away his life |
| 634 | Ambition cannot find him. |
| 635 | An antiquated Grace |
| 636 | An Antiquated Tree |
| 637 | An ignorance a Sunset |
| 638 | Answer July |
| 639 | Apology for Her |
| 640 | Arrows enamored of his Heart -- |
| 641 | Art thou the thing I wanted? |
| 642 | Artists wrestled here! |
| 643 | As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" |
| 644 | As Everywhere of Silver |
| 645 | As far from pity, as complaint |
| 646 | As from the earth the light Balloon |
| 647 | As Frost is best conceived |
| 648 | As if I asked a common Alms |
| 649 | As if the Sea should part |
| 650 | As old as Woe -- |
| 651 | As One does Sickness over |
| 652 | As plan for Noon and plan for Night |
| 653 | As Sleigh Bells seem in summer |
| 654 | As subtle as tomorrow |
| 655 | As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies |
| 656 | As we pass Houses musing slow |
| 657 | As willing lid o'er weary eye |
| 658 | Ashes denote that Fire was -- |
| 659 | At last, to be identified! |
| 660 | At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- |
| 661 | At leisure is the Soul |
| 662 | Aurora is the effort |
| 663 | Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- |
| 664 | Away from Home are some and I -- |
| 665 | Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee |
| 666 | Banish Air from Air -- |
| 667 | Be Mine the Doom -- |
| 668 | Beauty crowds me till I die |
| 669 | Because 'twas Riches I could own, |
| 670 | Because He loves Her |
| 671 | Because my Brook is fluent |
| 672 | Because that you are going |
| 673 | Because the Bee may blameless hum |
| 674 | Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- |
| 675 | Before He comes we weigh the Time! |
| 676 | Before I got my eye put out |
| 677 | Before you thought of Spring |
| 678 | Behold this little Bane -- |
| 679 | Belshazzar had a Letter -- |
| 680 | Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- |
| 681 | Bereavement in their death to feel |
| 682 | Besides the Autumn poets sing |
| 683 | Besides this May |
| 684 | Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- |
| 685 | Best Things dwell out of Sight |
| 686 | Betrothed to Righteousness might be |
| 687 | Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- |
| 688 | Bind me -- I still can sing -- |
| 689 | Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower |
| 690 | Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- |
| 691 | Blossoms will run away, |
| 692 | Bound -- a trouble |
| 693 | But little Carmine hath her face -- |
| 694 | By a departing light |
| 695 | By a flower -- By a letter |
| 696 | By homely gift and hindered Words |
| 697 | By my Window have I for Scenery |
| 698 | Candor -- my tepid friend -- |
| 699 | Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! |
| 700 | Climbing to reach the costly Hearts |
| 701 | Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- |
| 702 | Come show thy Durham Breast |
| 703 | Come slowly -- Eden! |
| 704 | Confirming All who analyze |
| 705 | Conjecturing a Climate |
| 706 | Conscious am I in my Chamber, |
| 707 | Consulting summer's clock, |
| 708 | Contained in this short Life |
| 709 | Cosmopolities without a plea |
| 710 | Could -- I do more -- for Thee |
| 711 | Could Hope inspect her Basis |
| 712 | Could I -- then -- shut the door |
| 713 | Could I but ride indefinite |
| 714 | Could mortal lip divine |
| 715 | Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell |
| 716 | Count not that far that can be had, |
| 717 | Crisis is a Hair |
| 718 | Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart |
| 719 | Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? |
| 720 | Death is like the insect |
| 721 | Death is potential to that Man |
| 722 | Death is the supple Suitor |
| 723 | Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, |
| 724 | Death warrants are supposed to be |
| 725 | Death's Waylaying not the sharpest |
| 726 | Declaiming Waters none may dread -- |
| 727 | Delayed till she had ceased to know |
| 728 | Delight -- becomes pictorial -- |
| 729 | Delight is as the flight |
| 730 | Delight's Despair at setting |
| 731 | Denial -- is the only fact |
| 732 | Deprived of other Banquet, |
| 733 | Despair's advantage is achieved |
| 734 | Did Our Best Moment last |
| 735 | Did the Harebell loose her girdle |
| 736 | Did We abolish Frost |
| 737 | Did we disobey Him? |
| 738 | Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- |
| 739 | Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox |
| 740 | Do People moulder equally, |
| 741 | Dominion lasts until obtained -- |
| 742 | Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- |
| 743 | Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! |
| 744 | Down Time's quaint stream |
| 745 | Drab Habitation of Whom? |
| 746 | Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day |
| 747 | Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, |
| 748 | Dreams are the subtle Dower |
| 749 | Dropped into the Ether Acre -- |
| 750 | Dying at my music! |
| 751 | Dying! To be afraid of thee |
| 752 | Each Life Converges to some Centre -- |
| 753 | Each Second is the last |
| 754 | Each that we lose takes part of us; |
| 755 | Eden is that old-fashioned House |
| 756 | Elijah's Wagon knew no thill |
| 757 | Elizabeth told Essex |
| 758 | Embarrassment of one another |
| 759 | Empty my Heart, of Thee -- |
| 760 | Endanger it, and the Demand |
| 761 | Ended, ere it begun -- |
| 762 | Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- |
| 763 | Escape is such a thankful Word |
| 764 | Escaping backward to perceive |
| 765 | Essential Oils -- are wrung -- |
| 766 | Estranged from Beauty -- none can be -- |
| 767 | Except the Heaven had come so near |
| 768 | Except the smaller size |
| 769 | Exhilaration -- is within |
| 770 | Expanse cannot be lost -- |
| 771 | Expectation -- is Contentment -- |
| 772 | Experience is the Angled Road |
| 773 | Experiment escorts us last -- |
| 774 | Experiment to me |
| 775 | Extol thee -- could I? Then I will |
| 776 | Facts by our side are never sudden |
| 777 | Fairer through Fading -- as the Day |
| 778 | Falsehood of Thee could I suppose |
| 779 | Fame is the tine that Scholars leave |
| 780 | Fame of Myself, to justify, |
| 781 | Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die |
| 782 | Far from Love the Heavenly Father |
| 783 | Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- |
| 784 | Finding is the first Act |
| 785 | Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- |
| 786 | Fitter to see Him, I may be |
| 787 | For Death -- or rather |
| 788 | For every Bird a Nest |
| 789 | For largest Woman's Hearth I knew |
| 790 | For this -- accepted Breath |
| 791 | Forbidden Fruit a flavor has |
| 792 | Forever -- it composed of Nows -- |
| 793 | Forever honored by the Tree |
| 794 | Forget! The lady with the Amulet |
| 795 | Fortitude incarnate |
| 796 | Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- |
| 797 | Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- |
| 798 | From all the Jails the Boys and Girls |
| 799 | From Cocoon forth a Butterfly |
| 800 | From his slim Palace in the Dust |
| 801 | From Us She wandered now a Year, |
| 802 | Funny -- to be a Century |
| 803 | Further in Summer than the Birds |
| 804 | Gathered into the Earth, |
| 805 | Give little Anguish |
| 806 | Given in Marriage unto Thee |
| 807 | Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril |
| 808 | Glory is that bright tragic thing |
| 809 | Glowing is her Bonnet, |
| 810 | Go not too near a House of Rose -- |
| 811 | Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself |
| 812 | Go thy great way! |
| 813 | God made a little Gentian |
| 814 | God made no act without a cause, |
| 815 | Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! |
| 816 | Great Caesar! Condescend |
| 817 | Grief is a Mouse -- |
| 818 | Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- |
| 819 | Guest am I to have |
| 820 | Had I known that the first was the last |
| 821 | Had I not seen the Sun |
| 822 | Had I not This, or This, I said, |
| 823 | Had I presumed to hope -- |
| 824 | Had this one Day not been. |
| 825 | Had we known the Ton she bore |
| 826 | Had we our senses |
| 827 | Have any like Myself |
| 828 | He forgot -- and I -- remembered |
| 829 | He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- |
| 830 | He found my Being -- set it up -- |
| 831 | He gave away his Life -- |
| 832 | He is alive, this morning -- |
| 833 | He lived the Life of Ambush |
| 834 | He outstripped Time with but a Bout, |
| 835 | He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- |
| 836 | He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- |
| 837 | He scanned it -- staggered -- |
| 838 | He strained my faith |
| 839 | He told a homely tale |
| 840 | He touched me, so I live to know |
| 841 | He was my host -- he was my guest, |
| 842 | He was weak, and I was strong -- then |
| 843 | He went by sleep that drowsy route |
| 844 | Her final Summer was it -- |
| 845 | Her Grace is all she has -- |
| 846 | Her little Parasol to lift |
| 847 | Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- |
| 848 | Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- |
| 849 | Her sovereign People |
| 850 | Her spirit rose to such a height |
| 851 | Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
| 852 | Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night |
| 853 | Here, where the Daisies fit my Head |
| 854 | Herein a Blossom lies -- |
| 855 | High from the earth I heard a bird, |
| 856 | His Bill an Auger is |
| 857 | His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- |
| 858 | His Cheek is his Biographer -- |
| 859 | His Feet are shod with Gauze -- |
| 860 | His little Hearse like Figure |
| 861 | His Mansion in the Pool |
| 862 | His Mind like Fabrics of the East |
| 863 | His mind of man, a secret makes |
| 864 | His oriental heresies |
| 865 | His voice decrepit was with Joy -- |
| 866 | Hope is a subtle Glutton -- |
| 867 | How dare the robins sing, |
| 868 | How destitute is he |
| 869 | How far is it to Heaven? |
| 870 | How firm Eternity must look |
| 871 | How fits his Umber Coat |
| 872 | How fleet -- how indiscreet an one -- |
| 873 | How fortunate the Grave -- |
| 874 | How good his Lava Bed, |
| 875 | How happy I was if I could forget |
| 876 | How know it from a Summer's Day? |
| 877 | How many Flowers fail in Wood |
| 878 | How many schemes may die |
| 879 | How much of Source escapes with thee -- |
| 880 | How much the present moment means |
| 881 | How News must feel when travelling |
| 882 | How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, |
| 883 | How ruthless are the gentle -- |
| 884 | How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine |
| 885 | How slow the Wind -- |
| 886 | How still the Bells in Steeples stand |
| 887 | How the old Mountains drip with Sunset |
| 888 | How the Waters closed above Him |
| 889 | How well I knew Her not |
| 890 | I am afraid to own a Body -- |
| 891 | I am ashamed -- I hide |
| 892 | I bet with every Wind that blew |
| 893 | I breathed enough to take the Trick |
| 894 | I bring an unaccustomed wine |
| 895 | I Came to buy a smile -- today |
| 896 | I can wade Grief |
| 897 | I cannot be ashamed |
| 898 | I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold -- |
| 899 | I cannot dance upon my Toes |
| 900 | I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- |
| 901 | I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there |
| 902 | I cannot want it more -- |
| 903 | I cautious, scanned my little life |
| 904 | I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- |
| 905 | I could die -- to know -- |
| 906 | I could not drink it, Sweet, |
| 907 | I could not prove the Years had feet -- |
| 908 | I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- |
| 909 | I cross till I am weary |
| 910 | I did not reach Thee |
| 911 | I envy Seas, whereon He rides |
| 912 | I found the words to every thought |
| 913 | I gained it so |
| 914 | I groped for him before I knew |
| 915 | I had a daily Bliss |
| 916 | I had no Cause to be awake -- |
| 917 | I had no time to Hate |
| 918 | I had not minded -- Walls |
| 919 | I had some things that I called mine |
| 920 | I had the Glory -- that will do |
| 921 | I have never seen "Volcanoes" |
| 922 | I heard, as if I had no Ear |
| 923 | I knew that I had gained |
| 924 | I know a place where Summer strives |
| 925 | I know of people in the Grave |
| 926 | I know Suspense -- it steps so terse |
| 927 | I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells |
| 928 | I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- |
| 929 | I live with Him -- I see His face |
| 930 | I lived on Dread -- |
| 931 | I lost a World -- the other day! |
| 932 | I made slow Riches but my Gain |
| 933 | I make His Crescent fill or lack -- |
| 934 | I meant to find Her when I came -- |
| 935 | I meant to have but modest needs |
| 936 | I never hear that one is dead |
| 937 | I noticed People disappeared |
| 938 | I pay -- in Satin Cash |
| 939 | I play at Riches -- to appease |
| 940 | I prayed, at first, a little Girl, |
| 941 | I read my sentence -- steadily |
| 942 | I reckon -- when I count it all -- |
| 943 | I rose -- because He sank -- |
| 944 | I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched |
| 945 | I saw that the Flake was on it |
| 946 | I saw the wind within her |
| 947 | I send you a decrepit flower |
| 948 | I shall know why -- when Time is over |
| 949 | I shall not murmur if at last |
| 950 | I should have been too glad, I see |
| 951 | I should not dare to be so sad |
| 952 | I showed her Heights she never saw |
| 953 | I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- |
| 954 | I stepped from Plank to Plank |
| 955 | I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News |
| 956 | I suppose the time will come |
| 957 | I tend my flowers for thee |
| 958 | I think I was enchanted |
| 959 | I think just how my shape will rise |
| 960 | I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- |
| 961 | I think the Hemlock likes to stand |
| 962 | I think the longest Hour of all |
| 963 | I think to Live -- may be a Bliss |
| 964 | I thought that nature was enough |
| 965 | I thought the Train would never come -- |
| 966 | I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl |
| 967 | I took one Draught of Life -- |
| 968 | I tried to think a lonelier Thing |
| 969 | I was a Phoebe -- nothing more -- |
| 970 | I was the slightest in the House |
| 971 | I watched the Moon around the House |
| 972 | I watcher her face to see which way |
| 973 | I went to thank Her |
| 974 | I'd rather recollect a setting |
| 975 | I'll clutch -- and clutch |
| 976 | I'll send the feather from my Hat! |
| 977 | I'm saying every day |
| 978 | I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! |
| 979 | I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- |
| 980 | I've got an arrow here. |
| 981 | I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes |
| 982 | I've none to tell me to but Thee |
| 983 | I've nothing else -- to bring, You know |
| 984 | I've seen a Dying Eye |
| 985 | If any sink, assure that this, now standing |
| 986 | If anybody's friend be dead |
| 987 | If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me -- |
| 988 | If He dissolve -- then |
| 989 | If He were living -- dare I ask -- |
| 990 | If I could tell how glad I was |
| 991 | If I may have it, when it's dead, |
| 992 | If I'm lost -- now |
| 993 | If it had no pencil |
| 994 | If my Bark sink |
| 995 | If she had been the Mistletoe |
| 996 | If the foolish, call them "flowers" |
| 997 | If What we could -- were what we would |
| 998 | If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought |
| 999 | Image of Light, Adieu -- |
| 1000 | Immortal is an ample word |
| 1001 | Immured in Heaven! |
| 1002 | Impossibility, like Wine |
| 1003 | In falling Timbers buried -- |
| 1004 | In lands I never saw -- they say |
| 1005 | In many and reportless places |
| 1006 | In thy long Paradise of Light |
| 1007 | Is Bliss then, such Abyss, |
| 1008 | Is Heaven a Physician? |
| 1009 | Is it dead -- Find it |
| 1010 | It always felt to me -- a wrong |
| 1011 | It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- |
| 1012 | It came at last but prompter Death |
| 1013 | It came his turn to beg -- |
| 1014 | It can't be "Summer"! |
| 1015 | It ceased to hurt me, though so slow |
| 1016 | It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- |
| 1017 | It is a lonesome Glee -- |
| 1018 | It is an honorable Thought |
| 1019 | It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation -- |
| 1020 | It knew no Medicine -- |
| 1021 | It makes no difference abroad -- |
| 1022 | It rises -- passes -- on our South |
| 1023 | It sounded as if the Streets were running |
| 1024 | It stole along so stealthy |
| 1025 | It struck me -- every Day |
| 1026 | It tossed -- and tossed -- |
| 1027 | It troubled me as once I was -- |
| 1028 | It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone |
| 1029 | It was a quiet seeming Day -- |
| 1030 | It was a quiet way -- |
| 1031 | It was given to me by the Gods |
| 1032 | It was not Saint -- it was too large -- |
| 1033 | It will be Summer -- eventually. |
| 1034 | It would have starved a Gnat -- |
| 1035 | It would never be Common -- more -- I said |
| 1036 | It would not know if it were spurned, |
| 1037 | It's coming -- the postponeless Creature |
| 1038 | It's easy to invent a Life -- |
| 1039 | It's like the Light |
| 1040 | It's thoughts -- and just One Heart |
| 1041 | Its Hour with itself |
| 1042 | Its little Ether Hood |
| 1043 | Joy to have merited the Pain -- |
| 1044 | Judgment is justest |
| 1045 | Just as He spoke it from his Hands |
| 1046 | Just lost, when I was saved! |
| 1047 | Just Once! Oh least Request! |
| 1048 | Just so -- Jesus -- raps |
| 1049 | Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you |
| 1050 | Knock with tremor -- |
| 1051 | Knows how to forget! |
| 1052 | Lad of Athens, faithful be |
| 1053 | Lain in Nature -- so suffice us |
| 1054 | Lay this Laurel on the One |
| 1055 | Least Bee that brew -- |
| 1056 | Left in immortal Youth |
| 1057 | Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today |
| 1058 | Lest this be Heaven indeed |
| 1059 | Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- |
| 1060 | Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, |
| 1061 | Let my first Knowing be of thee |
| 1062 | Let Us play Yesterday -- |
| 1063 | Life -- is what we make of it -- |
| 1064 | Life, and Death, and Giants -- |
| 1065 | Lift it -- with the Feathers |
| 1066 | Light is sufficient to itself -- |
| 1067 | Lightly stepped a yellow star |
| 1068 | Like Brooms of Steel |
| 1069 | Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, |
| 1070 | Like Men and Women Shadows walk |
| 1071 | Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red |
| 1072 | Like Some Old fashioned Miracle |
| 1073 | Like Time's insidious wrinkle |
| 1074 | Lives he in any other world |
| 1075 | Longing is like the Seed |
| 1076 | Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- |
| 1077 | Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- |
| 1078 | Love -- thou art high |
| 1079 | Love can do all but raise the Dead |
| 1080 | Love is done when Love's begun, |
| 1081 | Love reckons by itself -- alone -- |
| 1082 | Low at my problem bending, |
| 1083 | Luck is not chance -- |
| 1084 | Make me a picture of the sun |
| 1085 | Mama never forgets her birds, |
| 1086 | Many cross the Rhine |
| 1087 | March is the Month of Expectation. |
| 1088 | Me -- come! My dazzled face |
| 1089 | Me from Myself -- to banish -- |
| 1090 | Me, change! Me, alter! |
| 1091 | Midsummer, was it, when They died -- |
| 1092 | Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! |
| 1093 | More Life -- went out -- when He went |
| 1094 | Morning -- is the place for Dew |
| 1095 | Morning is due to all -- |
| 1096 | Morning that comes but once, |
| 1097 | Most she touched me by her muteness -- |
| 1098 | Must be a Woe -- |
| 1099 | Mute thy Coronation |
| 1100 | Mute thy Coronation |
| 1101 | Mute thy Coronation |
| 1102 | Mute thy Coronation |
| 1103 | My best Acquaintances are those |
| 1104 | My country need not change her gown, |
| 1105 | My Eye is fuller than my vase |
| 1106 | My Faith is larger than the Hills -- |
| 1107 | My first well Day -- since many ill -- |
| 1108 | My Garden -- like the Beach |
| 1109 | My God -- He sees thee -- |
| 1110 | My Heart upon a little Plate |
| 1111 | My period had come for Prayer -- |
| 1112 | My Portion is Defeat -- today -- |
| 1113 | My Reward for Being, was This. |
| 1114 | My Season's furthest Flower -- |
| 1115 | My Triumph lasted till the Drums |
| 1116 | My Wars are laid away in Books -- |
| 1117 | My Worthiness is all my Doubt -- |
| 1118 | Myself can read the Telegrams |
| 1119 | Myself was formed -- a Carpenter |
| 1120 | Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling |
| 1121 | Nature affects to be sedate |
| 1122 | Nature and God -- I neither knew |
| 1123 | Nature assigns the Sun -- |
| 1124 | Nature can do no more |
| 1125 | Nature rarer uses Yellow |
| 1126 | New feet within my garden go |
| 1127 | No Autumn's intercepting Chill |
| 1128 | No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing |
| 1129 | No Brigadier throughout the Year |
| 1130 | No Crowd that has occurred |
| 1131 | No ladder needs the bird but skies |
| 1132 | No Man can compass a Despair |
| 1133 | No man saw awe, nor to his house |
| 1134 | No Other can reduce |
| 1135 | No Passenger was known to flee -- |
| 1136 | No Prisoner be -- |
| 1137 | No Rack can torture me |
| 1138 | No Romance sold unto |
| 1139 | None can experience sting |
| 1140 | None who saw it ever told it |
| 1141 | Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- |
| 1142 | Nor Mountain hinder Me |
| 1143 | Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits, |
| 1144 | Not all die early, dying young -- |
| 1145 | Not any higher stands the Grave |
| 1146 | Not any more to be lacked -- |
| 1147 | Not any sunny tone |
| 1148 | Not at Home to Callers |
| 1149 | Not in this World to see his face |
| 1150 | Not knowing when the Dawn will come, |
| 1151 | Not One by Heaven defrauded stay -- |
| 1152 | Not probable -- The barest Chance |
| 1153 | Not seeing, still we know -- |
| 1154 | Not Sickness stains the Brave, |
| 1155 | Not so the infinite Relations -- Below |
| 1156 | Not that We did, shall be the test |
| 1157 | Not with a Club, the Heart is broken |
| 1158 | Now I knew I lost her -- |
| 1159 | Obtaining but our own Extent |
| 1160 | Of all the Sounds despatched abroad |
| 1161 | Of Being is a Bird |
| 1162 | Of Bronze -- and Blaze |
| 1163 | Of Brussels -- it was not -- |
| 1164 | Of Death I try to think like this -- |
| 1165 | Of Glory not a Beam is left |
| 1166 | Of God we ask one favor, |
| 1167 | Of Life to own -- |
| 1168 | Of Nature I shall have enough |
| 1169 | Of nearness to her sundered Things |
| 1170 | Of Paradise' existence |
| 1171 | Of Paul and Silas it is said |
| 1172 | Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe |
| 1173 | Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door |
| 1174 | Of their peculiar light |
| 1175 | Of this is Day composed |
| 1176 | Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? |
| 1177 | Of Tribulation, these are They |
| 1178 | Of whom so dear |
| 1179 | Of Yellow was the outer Sky |
| 1180 | Oh Future! thou secreted peace |
| 1181 | Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet |
| 1182 | Oh Shadow on the Grass, |
| 1183 | Oh Sumptuous moment |
| 1184 | Oh what a Grace is this, |
| 1185 | On my volcano grows the Grass |
| 1186 | On that dear Frame the Years had worn |
| 1187 | On that specific Pillow |
| 1188 | On the World you colored |
| 1189 | On this long storm the Rainbow rose |
| 1190 | One and One -- are One -- |
| 1191 | One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- |
| 1192 | One Blessing had I than the rest |
| 1193 | One crown that no one seeks |
| 1194 | One Crucifixion is recorded -- only -- |
| 1195 | One Day is there of the Series |
| 1196 | One dignity delays for all |
| 1197 | One Joy of so much anguish |
| 1198 | One of the ones that Midas touched |
| 1199 | One thing of it we borrow |
| 1200 | Only a Shrine, but Mine -- |
| 1201 | Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- |
| 1202 | Opinion is a flitting thing, |
| 1203 | Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain |
| 1204 | Our little secrets slink away -- |
| 1205 | Our own possessions -- though our own -- |
| 1206 | Our share of night to bear |
| 1207 | Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. |
| 1208 | Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- |
| 1209 | Out of sight? What of that? |
| 1210 | Over and over, like a Tune |
| 1211 | Pain -- expands the Time -- |
| 1212 | Pain has but one Acquaintance |
| 1213 | Paradise is of the option. |
| 1214 | Paradise is that old mansion |
| 1215 | Parting with Thee reluctantly, |
| 1216 | Pass to they Rendezvous of Light, |
| 1217 | Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- |
| 1218 | Somehow myself survived the Night |
| 1219 | Perhaps I asked too large |
| 1220 | Perhaps they do not go so far |
| 1221 | Perhaps you think me stooping |
| 1222 | Peril as a Possesssion |
| 1223 | Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray |
| 1224 | Pink -- small -- and punctual -- |
| 1225 | Portraits are to daily faces |
| 1226 | Power is a familiar growth -- |
| 1227 | Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- |
| 1228 | Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- |
| 1229 | Promise This -- When You be Dying -- |
| 1230 | Pursuing you in your transitions, |
| 1231 | Quite empty, quite at rest, |
| 1232 | Rather arid delight |
| 1233 | Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove |
| 1234 | Recollect the Face of me |
| 1235 | Rehearsal to Ourselves |
| 1236 | Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- |
| 1237 | Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- |
| 1238 | Removed from Accident of Loss |
| 1239 | Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- |
| 1240 | Reportless Subjects, to the Quick |
| 1241 | Rest at Night |
| 1242 | Revolution is the Pod |
| 1243 | Ribbons of the Year -- |
| 1244 | Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun |
| 1245 | Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- |
| 1246 | Safe Despair it is that raves -- |
| 1247 | Said Death to Passion |
| 1248 | Satisfaction -- is the Agent |
| 1249 | September's Baccalaureate |
| 1250 | Shall I take thee, the Poet said |
| 1251 | Shame is the shawl of Pink |
| 1252 | She could not live upon the Past |
| 1253 | She dealt her pretty words like Blades |
| 1254 | She dwelleth in the Ground -- |
| 1255 | She hideth Her the last -- |
| 1256 | She lay as if at play |
| 1257 | She rose as high as His Occasion |
| 1258 | She rose to His Requirement -- dropt |
| 1259 | She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- |
| 1260 | She sped as Petals of a Rose |
| 1261 | She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- |
| 1262 | She's happy, with a new Content -- |
| 1263 | Should you but fail at -- Sea |
| 1264 | Silence is all we dread. |
| 1265 | Size circumscribes -- it has no room |
| 1266 | Smiling back from Coronation |
| 1267 | Snow beneath whose chilly softness |
| 1268 | So gay a Flower |
| 1269 | So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem |
| 1270 | So large my Will |
| 1271 | So much of Heaven has gone from Earth |
| 1272 | So much Summer |
| 1273 | So set its Sun in Thee |
| 1274 | So the Eyes accost -- and sunder |
| 1275 | So well that I can live without |
| 1276 | Society for me my misery |
| 1277 | Softened by Time's consummate plush, |
| 1278 | Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- |
| 1279 | Work for Immortality |
| 1280 | Some Arrows slay but whom they strike -- |
| 1281 | Some Days retired from the rest |
| 1282 | Some one prepared this mighty show |
| 1283 | Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! |
| 1284 | Some such Butterfly be seen |
| 1285 | Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder |
| 1286 | Some Wretched creature, savior take |
| 1287 | Some, too fragile for winter winds |
| 1288 | Somewhat, to hope for, |
| 1289 | Somewhere upon the general Earth |
| 1290 | Soto! Explore thyself! |
| 1291 | Soul, Wilt thou toss again? |
| 1292 | South Winds jostle them |
| 1293 | Speech is one symptom of Affection |
| 1294 | Spring comes on the World -- |
| 1295 | Spring is the Period |
| 1296 | Spurn the temerity -- |
| 1297 | Step lightly on this narrow spot -- |
| 1298 | Still own thee -- still thou art |
| 1299 | Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds |
| 1300 | Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- |
| 1301 | Such are the inlets of the mind -- |
| 1302 | Such is the Force of Happiness -- |
| 1303 | Summer begins to have the look |
| 1304 | Summer for thee, grant I may be |
| 1305 | Summer has two Beginnings -- |
| 1306 | Summer is shorter than any one -- |
| 1307 | Summer laid her simple Hat |
| 1308 | Sunset that screens, reveals -- |
| 1309 | Superfluous were the Sun |
| 1310 | Superiority to Fate |
| 1311 | Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent -- |
| 1312 | Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death -- |
| 1313 | Sweet -- safe -- Houses |
| 1314 | Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered |
| 1315 | Sweet hours have perished here; |
| 1316 | Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, |
| 1317 | Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- |
| 1318 | Sweet Pirate of the heart, |
| 1319 | Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- |
| 1320 | Sweet, to have had them lost |
| 1321 | Take all away -- |
| 1322 | Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, |
| 1323 | Take your Heaven further on |
| 1324 | Taken from men -- this morning |
| 1325 | Taking up the fair Ideal, |
| 1326 | Talk not to me of Summer Trees |
| 1327 | Talk with prudence to a Beggar |
| 1328 | Teach Him -- When He makes the names |
| 1329 | Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten |
| 1330 | Than Heaven more remote, |
| 1331 | That Distance was between Us |
| 1332 | That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, |
| 1333 | That odd old man is dead a year -- |
| 1334 | That sacred Closet when you sweep -- |
| 1335 | That she forgot me was the least |
| 1336 | That short -- potential stir |
| 1337 | That Such have died enable Us |
| 1338 | That this should feel the need of Death |
| 1339 | The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- |
| 1340 | The Angle of a Landscape |
| 1341 | The Auctioneer of Parting |
| 1342 | The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- |
| 1343 | The Battle fought between the Soul |
| 1344 | The Beggar at the Door for Fame |
| 1345 | The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- |
| 1346 | The Bible is an antique Volume -- |
| 1347 | The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- |
| 1348 | The Bird her punctual music brings |
| 1349 | The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb |
| 1350 | The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- |
| 1351 | The Birds reported from the South -- |
| 1352 | The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- |
| 1353 | The Blunder is in estimate. |
| 1354 | The Bobolink is gone -- |
| 1355 | The Body grows without -- |
| 1356 | The Bone that has no Marrow, |
| 1357 | The Brain, within its Groove |
| 1358 | The Butterfly in honored Dust |
| 1359 | The butterfly obtains |
| 1360 | The Butterfly upon the Sky, |
| 1361 | The Butterfly's Assumption Gown |
| 1362 | The Chemical conviction |
| 1363 | The Child's faith is new -- |
| 1364 | The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- |
| 1365 | The Clouds their Backs together laid |
| 1366 | The Clover's simple Fame |
| 1367 | The Color of a Queen, is this -- |
| 1368 | The Color of the Grave is Green |
| 1369 | The competitions of the sky |
| 1370 | The Court is far away |
| 1371 | The Crickets sang |
| 1372 | The Daisy follows soft the Sun |
| 1373 | The Dandelion's pallid tube |
| 1374 | The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock |
| 1375 | The Day grew small, surrounded tight |
| 1376 | The Day she goes |
| 1377 | The Day that I was crowned |
| 1378 | The Day undressed -- Herself -- |
| 1379 | The Days that we can spare |
| 1380 | The Devil -- had he fidelity |
| 1381 | The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man |
| 1382 | The Dust behind I strove to join |
| 1383 | The duties of the Wind are few, |
| 1384 | The Dying need but little, Dear, |
| 1385 | The ecstasy to guess |
| 1386 | The event was directly behind Him |
| 1387 | The face I carry with me -- last |
| 1388 | The Face in evanescence lain |
| 1389 | The Face we choose to miss -- |
| 1390 | The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- |
| 1391 | The fascinating chill that music leaves |
| 1392 | The Fingers of the Light |
| 1393 | The first Day's Night had come |
| 1394 | The first We knew of Him was Death -- |
| 1395 | The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- |
| 1396 | The Frost was never seen -- |
| 1397 | The Future -- never spoke -- |
| 1398 | The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- |
| 1399 | The gleam of an heroic Act |
| 1400 | The good Will of a Flower |
| 1401 | The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- |
| 1402 | The grave my little cottage is, |
| 1403 | The hallowing of Pain |
| 1404 | The harm of Years is on him -- |
| 1405 | The Heart has many Doors -- |
| 1406 | The Heart has narrow Banks |
| 1407 | The Heart is the Capital of the Mind -- |
| 1408 | The Heaven vests for Each |
| 1409 | The Hills erect their Purple Heads |
| 1410 | The Hills in Purple syllables |
| 1411 | The Himmaleh was known to stoop |
| 1412 | The Hollows round His eager Eyes |
| 1413 | The immortality she gave |
| 1414 | The incidents of love |
| 1415 | The Infinite a sudden Guest |
| 1416 | The inundation of the Spring |
| 1417 | The Jay his Castanet has struck |
| 1418 | The joy that has no stem no core, |
| 1419 | The Judge is like the Owl -- |
| 1420 | The Juggler's Hat her Country is |
| 1421 | The Lady feeds Her little Bird |
| 1422 | The Lamp burns sure -- within |
| 1423 | The Lassitudes of Contemplation |
| 1424 | The last of Summer is Delight -- |
| 1425 | The Leaves like Women interchange |
| 1426 | The Life we have is very great. |
| 1427 | The Lightning is a yellow Fork |
| 1428 | The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- |
| 1429 | The Lilac is an ancient shrub |
| 1430 | The Loneliness One dare not sound -- |
| 1431 | The lonesome for they know not What |
| 1432 | The long sigh of the Frog |
| 1433 | The look of thee, what is it like |
| 1434 | The Love a Life can show Below |
| 1435 | The Luxury to apprehend |
| 1436 | The Malay -- took the Pearl |
| 1437 | The Manner of its Death |
| 1438 | The Martyr Poets -- did not tell -- |
| 1439 | The Merchant of the Picturesque |
| 1440 | The Mind lives on the Heart |
| 1441 | The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot |
| 1442 | The Moon is distant from the Sea |
| 1443 | The Moon upon her fluent Route |
| 1444 | The Morning after Woe |
| 1445 | The most important population |
| 1446 | The most pathetic thing I do |
| 1447 | The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met |
| 1448 | The Mountain sat upon the Plain |
| 1449 | The Mountains stood in Haze -- |
| 1450 | The Murmur of a Bee |
| 1451 | The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- |
| 1452 | The Night was wide, and furnished scant |
| 1453 | The Notice that is called the Spring |
| 1454 | The One who could repeat the Summer day |
| 1455 | The ones that disappeared are back |
| 1456 | The Only News I know |
| 1457 | The Opening and the Close |
| 1458 | The Outer -- from the Inner |
| 1459 | The overtakelessness of those |
| 1460 | The Past is such a curious Creature |
| 1461 | The pattern of the sun |
| 1462 | The pedigree of Honey |
| 1463 | The Pile of Years is not so high |
| 1464 | The Poets light but Lamps -- |
| 1465 | The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- |
| 1466 | The power to be true to You, |
| 1467 | The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves |
| 1468 | The Products of my Farm are these |
| 1469 | The Props assist the House |
| 1470 | The Province of the Saved |
| 1471 | The pungent atom in the Air |
| 1472 | The Rat is the concisest Tenant. |
| 1473 | The reticent volcano keeps |
| 1474 | The Riddle we can guess |
| 1475 | The right to perish might be thought |
| 1476 | The Road was lit with Moon and star -- |
| 1477 | The Robin for the Crumb |
| 1478 | The Robin is a Gabriel |
| 1479 | The Robin is the One |
| 1480 | The Robin's my Criterion for Tune |
| 1481 | The Savior must have been |
| 1482 | The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- |
| 1483 | The Service without Hope -- |
| 1484 | The Show is not the Show |
| 1485 | The Skies can't keep their secret! |
| 1486 | The smouldering embers blush -- |
| 1487 | The Snow that never drifts -- |
| 1488 | The Soul should always stand ajar |
| 1489 | The Soul that hath a Guest |
| 1490 | The Soul unto itself |
| 1491 | The Soul's distinct connection |
| 1492 | The Spider holds a Silver Ball |
| 1493 | The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. |
| 1494 | The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- |
| 1495 | The Stars are old, that stood for me -- |
| 1496 | The stem of a departed Flower |
| 1497 | The Stimulus, beyond the Grave |
| 1498 | The Suburbs of a Secret |
| 1499 | The Summer that we did not prize, |
| 1500 | The Sun -- just touched the Morning |
| 1501 | The Sun and Fog contested |
| 1502 | The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- |
| 1503 | The Sun is one -- and on the Tare |
| 1504 | The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still |
| 1505 | The Sun retired to a cloud |
| 1506 | The Sun went down -- no Man looked on -- |
| 1507 | The Sunrise runs for Both -- |
| 1508 | The Sunset stopped on Cottages |
| 1509 | The sweetest Heresy received |
| 1510 | The Sweets of Pillage, can be known |
| 1511 | The Symptom of the Gale -- |
| 1512 | The Test of Love -- is Death -- |
| 1513 | The Things that never can come back, are several -- |
| 1514 | The things we thought that we should do |
| 1515 | The thought beneath so slight a film |
| 1516 | The Treason of an accent |
| 1517 | The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- |
| 1518 | The Truth -- is stirless -- |
| 1519 | The vastest earthly Day |
| 1520 | The Veins of other Flowers |
| 1521 | The waters chased him as he fled, |
| 1522 | The way Hope builds his House |
| 1523 | The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- |
| 1524 | The Way to know the Bobolink |
| 1525 | The Well upon the Brook |
| 1526 | The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today |
| 1527 | The wind drew off |
| 1528 | The Wind took up the Northern Things |
| 1529 | The Winters are so short |
| 1530 | The World -- feels Dusty |
| 1531 | The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me |
| 1532 | The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- |
| 1533 | Their Barricade against the Sky |
| 1534 | Their dappled importunity |
| 1535 | Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- |
| 1536 | Themself are all I have -- |
| 1537 | There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight |
| 1538 | There comes a warning like a spy |
| 1539 | There comes an hour when begging stops, |
| 1540 | There is a flower that Bees prefer |
| 1541 | There is a Languor of the Life |
| 1542 | There is a pain -- so utter -- |
| 1543 | There is a Shame of Nobleness -- |
| 1544 | There is a Zone whose even Years |
| 1545 | There is an arid Pleasure -- |
| 1546 | There is another Loneliness |
| 1547 | There is strength in proving that it can be borne |
| 1548 | There's the Battle of Burgoyne -- |
| 1549 | These -- saw Visions -- |
| 1550 | These are the days that Reindeer love |
| 1551 | These are the Nights that Beetles love -- |
| 1552 | These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- |
| 1553 | These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest |
| 1554 | These held their Wick above the West -- |
| 1555 | These Strangers, in a foreign World, |
| 1556 | These tested Our Horizon -- |
| 1557 | They ask but our Delight -- |
| 1558 | They called me to the Window, for |
| 1559 | They have a little Odor -- that to me |
| 1560 | They leave us with the Infinite. |
| 1561 | They put Us far apart |
| 1562 | They say that "Time assuages" -- |
| 1563 | They shut me up in Prose -- |
| 1564 | They talk as slow as Legends grow |
| 1565 | They won't frown always -- some sweet Day |
| 1566 | This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- |
| 1567 | This Consciousness that is aware |
| 1568 | This dirty -- little -- Heart |
| 1569 | This docile one inter |
| 1570 | This Dust, and its Feature -- |
| 1571 | This is a Blossom of the Brain -- |
| 1572 | This is the place they hoped before, |
| 1573 | This Me -- that walks and works -- must die, |
| 1574 | This Merit hath the worst -- |
| 1575 | This slow Day moved along -- |
| 1576 | This that would greet -- an hour ago -- |
| 1577 | Tho' I get home how late -- how late |
| 1578 | Tho' my destiny be Fustian |
| 1579 | Those cattle smaller than a Bee |
| 1580 | Those fair -- fictitious People |
| 1581 | Those not live yet |
| 1582 | Those who have been in the Grave the longest -- |
| 1583 | Though the great Waters sleep, |
| 1584 | Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- |
| 1585 | Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- |
| 1586 | Through the strait pass of suffering -- |
| 1587 | Through what transports of Patience |
| 1588 | Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- |
| 1589 | Time does go on -- |
| 1590 | Time feels so vast that were it not |
| 1591 | Time's wily Chargers will not wait |
| 1592 | Title divine -- is mine! |
| 1593 | To be forgot by thee |
| 1594 | To break so vast a Heart |
| 1595 | To die -- without the Dying |
| 1596 | To disappear enhances -- |
| 1597 | To do a magnanimous thing |
| 1598 | To earn it by disdaining it |
| 1599 | To fill a Gap |
| 1600 | To flee from memory |
| 1601 | To hang our head -- ostensibly |
| 1602 | To hear an Oriole sing |
| 1603 | To her derided Home |
| 1604 | To his simplicity |
| 1605 | To interrupt His Yellow Plan |
| 1606 | To learn the Transport by the Pain |
| 1607 | To lose one's faith -- surpass |
| 1608 | To love thee Year by Year |
| 1609 | To make One's Toilette -- after Death |
| 1610 | To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- |
| 1611 | To my small Hearth His fire came -- |
| 1612 | To offer brave assistance |
| 1613 | To One denied the drink |
| 1614 | To own a Susan of my own |
| 1615 | To own the Art within the Soul |
| 1616 | To pile like Thunder to its close |
| 1617 | To put this World down, like a Bundle -- |
| 1618 | To see her is a Picture -- |
| 1619 | To tell the Beauty would decrease |
| 1620 | To the bright east she flies, |
| 1621 | To the stanch Dust |
| 1622 | To their apartment deep |
| 1623 | To this World she returned. |
| 1624 | To try to speak, and miss the way |
| 1625 | To venerate the simple days |
| 1626 | To wait an Hour -- is long -- |
| 1627 | To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, |
| 1628 | Today or this noon |
| 1629 | Too cold is this |
| 1630 | Too few the mornings be, |
| 1631 | Too little way the House must lie |
| 1632 | Too scanty 'twas to die for you, |
| 1633 | Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar |
| 1634 | Tried always and Condemned by thee |
| 1635 | Triumph -- may be of several kinds |
| 1636 | Trudging to Eden, looking backward, |
| 1637 | Trust adjust her "Peradventure" -- |
| 1638 | Trust in the Unexpected -- |
| 1639 | Trusty as the stars |
| 1640 | Truth -- is as old as God -- |
| 1641 | Twice had Summer her fair Verdure |
| 1642 | Two -- were immortal twice -- |
| 1643 | Two Lengths has every Day -- |
| 1644 | Two swimmers wrestled on the spar |
| 1645 | Two Travellers perishing in Snow |
| 1646 | Under the Light, yet under, |
| 1647 | Undue Significance a starving man attaches |
| 1648 | Unfulfilled to Observation -- |
| 1649 | Unit, like Death, for Whom? |
| 1650 | Until the Desert knows |
| 1651 | Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me |
| 1652 | Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- |
| 1653 | Unto the Whole -- how add? |
| 1654 | Unworthy of her Breast |
| 1655 | Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle |
| 1656 | Upon a Lilac Sea |
| 1657 | Upon Concluded Lives |
| 1658 | Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird |
| 1659 | Upon the gallows hung a wretch, |
| 1660 | Victory comes late -- |
| 1661 | Wait till the Majesty of Death |
| 1662 | Warm in her Hand these accents lie |
| 1663 | Water makes many Beds |
| 1664 | We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing |
| 1665 | We can but follow to the Sun -- |
| 1666 | We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face |
| 1667 | We do not know the time we lose -- |
| 1668 | We do not play on Graves |
| 1669 | We introduce ourselves |
| 1670 | We knew not that we were to live -- |
| 1671 | We learn it in Retreating |
| 1672 | We learned the Whole of Love -- |
| 1673 | We like a Hairbreadth 'scape |
| 1674 | We like March. |
| 1675 | We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints |
| 1676 | We miss a Kinsman more |
| 1677 | We miss Her, not because We see -- |
| 1678 | We never know we go when we are going -- |
| 1679 | We play at Paste |
| 1680 | We pray -- to Heaven |
| 1681 | We see -- Comparatively -- |
| 1682 | We send the Wave to find the Wave -- |
| 1683 | We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. |
| 1684 | We shun because we prize her Face |
| 1685 | We shun it ere it comes, |
| 1686 | We talked with each other about each other |
| 1687 | We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- |
| 1688 | We wear our sober Dresses when we die, |
| 1689 | We'll pass without the parting |
| 1690 | Were it but Me that gained the Height -- |
| 1691 | Were it to be the last |
| 1692 | Were natural mortal lady |
| 1693 | Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee |
| 1694 | What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- |
| 1695 | What did They do since I saw Them? |
| 1696 | What I can do -- I will |
| 1697 | What I see not, I better see -- |
| 1698 | What if I say I shall not wait! |
| 1699 | What mystery pervades a well! |
| 1700 | What shall I do -- it whimpers so |
| 1701 | What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- |
| 1702 | What Twigs We held by -- |
| 1703 | What would I give to see his face? |
| 1704 | Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- |
| 1705 | When a Lover is a Beggar |
| 1706 | When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins |
| 1707 | When Diamonds are a Legend, |
| 1708 | When Etna basks and purrs |
| 1709 | When I have seen the Sun emerge |
| 1710 | When I hoped I feared -- |
| 1711 | When I hoped, I recollect |
| 1712 | When I was small, a Woman died -- |
| 1713 | When Memory is full |
| 1714 | When Night is almost done |
| 1715 | When One has given up One's life |
| 1716 | When the Astronomer stops seeking |
| 1717 | When they come back -- if Blossoms do -- |
| 1718 | When we have ceased to care |
| 1719 | When we stand on the tops of Things |
| 1720 | Where every bird is bold to go |
| 1721 | Where Roses would not dare to go, |
| 1722 | Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- |
| 1723 | Whether they have forgotten |
| 1724 | Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent? |
| 1725 | While Asters |
| 1726 | While it is alive |
| 1727 | While we were fearing it, it came -- |
| 1728 | White as an Indian Pipe |
| 1729 | Who abdicated Ambush |
| 1730 | Who Court obtain within Himself |
| 1731 | Who Giants know, with lesser Men |
| 1732 | Who goes to dine must take his Feast |
| 1733 | Who has not found the Heaven -- below -- |
| 1734 | Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- |
| 1735 | Who is the East? |
| 1736 | Who never wanted -- maddest Joy |
| 1737 | Who occupies this House? |
| 1738 | Who saw no Sunrise cannot say |
| 1739 | Who were "the Father and the Son" |
| 1740 | Whoever disenchants |
| 1741 | Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- |
| 1742 | Whose are the little beds, I asked |
| 1743 | Whose Pink career may have a close |
| 1744 | Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so |
| 1745 | Why should we hurry -- why indeed? |
| 1746 | Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights |
| 1747 | Winter under cultivation |
| 1748 | Witchcraft has not a Pedigree |
| 1749 | With Pinions of Disdain |
| 1750 | With sweetness unabated |
| 1751 | With thee, in the Desert |
| 1752 | Within my Garden, rides a Bird |
| 1753 | Within that little Hive |
| 1754 | Within thy Grave! |
| 1755 | Without a smile -- Without a Throe |
| 1756 | Without this -- there is nought -- |
| 1757 | Wolfe demanded during dying |
| 1758 | Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing |
| 1759 | Yesterday is History, |
| 1760 | You cannot make Remembrance grow |
| 1761 | You cannot take itself |
| 1762 | You constituted Time -- |
| 1763 | You know that Portrait in the Moon -- |
| 1764 | You love the Lord -- you cannot see |
| 1765 | You said that I "was Great" -- one Day -- |
| 1766 | You see I cannot see -- your lifetime |
| 1767 | You taught me Waiting with Myself -- |
| 1768 | You'll find -- it when you try to die -- |
| 1769 | You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- |
| 1770 | You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon |
| 1771 | You're right -- "the way is narrow" |
| 1772 | You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? |
| 1773 | Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. |
| 1774 | Your thoughts don't have words every day |
| 1775 | One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- |
| 1776 | Reverse cannot befall |
| 1777 | The Missing All -- prevented Me |
| 1778 | When I count the seeds |
| 1779 | Where bells no more affright the morn |
