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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet.

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Famous poems by Emily Dickinson 1,071 total

Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Had I presumed to hope
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This Consciousness that is aware
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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He was weak, and I was strong—then 485 ViewsRate it:
I read my sentence—steadily
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We talked as Girls do 479 ViewsRate it:
Each life converges to some centre
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Adrift! A little boat adrift! 475 ViewsRate it:
The Railway Train 474 ViewsRate it:
Ah, Moon—and Star! 465 ViewsRate it:
Hope is the thing with feathers
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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I died for beauty but was scarce 461 ViewsRate it:
Good Morning—Midnight
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He put the Belt around my life
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I Died For Beauty 454 ViewsRate it:
The Bible is an antique Volume
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A Solemn thing within the Soul
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
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He fumbles at your spirit
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I felt my life with both my hands
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It would have starved a Gnat
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
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They Shut Me Up in Prose 436 ViewsRate it:
I had not minded—Walls 434 ViewsRate it:
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes 433 ViewsRate it:
Besides the Autumn poets sing
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Of Brussels—it was not
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Much Madness is divinest Sense 429 ViewsRate it:
One Crucifixion is recorded—only 426 ViewsRate it:
He gave away his Life
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An awful Tempest mashed the air
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Renunciation 423 ViewsRate it:
All overgrown by cunning moss 423 ViewsRate it:
Trust in the Unexpected 423 ViewsRate it:
Many a phrase has the English language 422 ViewsRate it:
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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The only ghost I ever saw
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I like to see it lap the miles, 421 ViewsRate it:
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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Do People moulder equally
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That after Horror—that 'twas us 418 ViewsRate it:
I gave myself to Him
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In falling Timbers buried
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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
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She lay as if at play
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold 416 ViewsRate it:
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing 415 ViewsRate it:
A Lady red—amid the Hill
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Of all the souls that stand create
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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If I should die
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing 408 ViewsRate it:
God gave a loaf to every bird, 408 ViewsRate it:
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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The Soul's Superior instants
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Good night! which put the candle out? 407 ViewsRate it:
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray 407 ViewsRate it:
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine 407 ViewsRate it:
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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Her final summer was it, 406 ViewsRate it:
Of Bronze—and Blaze
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies 405 ViewsRate it:
A little East of Jordan 404 ViewsRate it:
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
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We like march, his shoes are purple,
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To learn the Transport by the Pain 403 ViewsRate it:
The Way I read a Letter's—this 402 ViewsRate it:
You taught me Waiting with Myself
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
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You see I cannot see—your lifetime
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Except to Heaven, she is nought
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It was given to me by the Gods 399 ViewsRate it:
The Gentian weaves her fringes
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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We see—Comparatively 398 ViewsRate it:
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? 397 ViewsRate it:
I could not prove the Years had feet 397 ViewsRate it:
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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There is a Languor of the Life
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Tho' my destiny be Fustian
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One dignity delays for all 393 ViewsRate it:
This is a Blossom of the Brain
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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They called me to the Window, for 390 ViewsRate it:
Why do I love You, Sir?
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Life—is what we make of it 389 ViewsRate it:
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time 389 ViewsRate it:
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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A solemn thing—it was—I said 388 ViewsRate it:
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
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She bore it till the simple veins 388 ViewsRate it:
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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There is another sky
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A little bread—a crust—a crumb
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Crisis is a Hair
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I live with Him—I see His face
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He told a homely tale
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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The Sunrise runs for Both 385 ViewsRate it:
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 384 ViewsRate it:
I never felt at Home—Below
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Summer Shower
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My wheel is in the dark 381 ViewsRate it:
Publication—is the Auction
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Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
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You love me—you are sure
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After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
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All forgot for recollecting
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The Child's faith is new 378 ViewsRate it:
Will there really be a "Morning"?
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I'm the little
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Before the ice is in the pools
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I had some things that I called mine 376 ViewsRate it:
If I'm lost—now 376 ViewsRate it:
There's something quieter than sleep
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For every Bird a Nest
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I reckon—when I count it all
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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We should not mind so small a flower 373 ViewsRate it:
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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These—saw Visions 373 ViewsRate it:
The Luxury to apprehend
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A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
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I know a place where summer strives
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose 371 ViewsRate it:
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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Train 371 ViewsRate it:
The Rose did caper on her cheek 370 ViewsRate it:
No Rack can torture me
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A House upon the Height 369 ViewsRate it:
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to 369 ViewsRate it:
I ment to find her when I came; 369 ViewsRate it:
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A thought went up my mind to-day
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I could suffice for Him, I knew
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The Fingers of the Light 367 ViewsRate it:
Tho' I get home how late—how late 367 ViewsRate it:
What shall I do—it whimpers so 367 ViewsRate it:
What did They do since I saw Them? 366 ViewsRate it:
The face I carry with me—last 366 ViewsRate it:
It did not surprise me
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Of Tribulation, these are They 366 ViewsRate it:
Dust is the only Secret 365 ViewsRate it:
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
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Glee—The great storm is over
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Savior! I've no one else to tell 363 ViewsRate it:
The Morning after Woe
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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You know that Portrait in the Moon
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Conscious am I in my Chamber
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Dying! Dying in the night!
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
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Love—thou art high
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Could I but ride indefinite 360 ViewsRate it:
I haven't told my garden yet
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The Winters are so short
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Sleep is supposed to be 357 ViewsRate it:
I think the longest Hour of all
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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Taking up the fair Ideal 356 ViewsRate it:
The Heaven vests for Each
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You said that I 355 ViewsRate it:
Through lane it lay—through bramble 354 ViewsRate it:
Where bells no more affright the morn
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I was the slightest in the House 353 ViewsRate it:
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
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For this—accepted Breath
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The Malay—took the Pearl 353 ViewsRate it:
It knew no Medicine 352 ViewsRate it:
Forever at His side to walk
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I know that He exists
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It might be lonelier
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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This was a Poet—It is That 351 ViewsRate it:
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
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Where Thou art—that—is Home
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
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As imperceptibly as Grief
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He strained my faith
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad 349 ViewsRate it:
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
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You're right—
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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One Anguish—in a Crowd 348 ViewsRate it:
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He fumbles at your Soul
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Her— 347 ViewsRate it:
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent 347 ViewsRate it:
One Life of so much Consequence!
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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The Outer—from the Inner
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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball 346 ViewsRate it:
The lonesome for they know not What
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'Twas warm—at first—like Us 344 ViewsRate it:
The World—stands—solemner—to me
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A drop fell on the apple tree
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To put this World down, like a Bundle
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Because the Bee may blameless hum
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To die—takes just a little while
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Unit, like Death, for Whom?
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I Came to buy a smile—today 338 ViewsRate it:
Under the Light, yet under
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I see thee better—in the Dark 336 ViewsRate it:
The Day undressed—Herself
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The first Day that I was a Life 336 ViewsRate it:
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth 335 ViewsRate it:
It struck me every day
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'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold 333 ViewsRate it:
To die
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I showed her Heights she never saw 332 ViewsRate it:
It troubled me as once I was
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What if I say I shall not wait! 332 ViewsRate it:
If He were living—dare I ask
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Who never lost, are unprepared 331 ViewsRate it:
Before you thought of spring,
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Her—"last Poems" 329 ViewsRate it:
The Beggar Lad—dies early
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I've none to tell me to but Thee 328 ViewsRate it:
The cricket sang,
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Victory comes late
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As Watchers hang upon the East
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I often passed the village
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'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou 324 ViewsRate it:
I could die—to know 323 ViewsRate it:
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow 320 ViewsRate it:
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
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Not in this world to see his face
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Precious to Me—She still shall be 315 ViewsRate it:
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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How many times these low feet staggered 313 ViewsRate it:
The Sun kept stooping—stooping 311 ViewsRate it:
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles 310 ViewsRate it:
Love—thou art high
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There is a word
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy 304 ViewsRate it:
The Day that I was crowned 304 ViewsRate it:
Distrustful of the Gentian 302 ViewsRate it:
Unto my Books—so good to turn 302 ViewsRate it:
Bereavement in their death to feel
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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She rose to His Requirement 290 ViewsRate it:
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day 290 ViewsRate it:
Make me a picture of the sun
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I'm nobody! Who are you? 278 ViewsRate it:
Each Scar I'll keep for Him 232 ViewsRate it:
Each Second is the last 232 ViewsRate it:
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T was just this time last year I died.
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On a Columnar Self 209 ViewsRate it:
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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The wind begun to rock the grass
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Of Course—I prayed 198 ViewsRate it:
Bee! I'm expecting you! 194 ViewsRate it:
Going to Heaven!
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The Mystery of Pain
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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Angels, in the early morning
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
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I am alive—I guess 182 ViewsRate it:
I am ashamed—I hide
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On this wondrous sea 182 ViewsRate it:
I Never Saw a Moor 181 ViewsRate it:
Never for Society 179 ViewsRate it:
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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A loss of something ever felt I 177 ViewsRate it:
There is no frigate like a book
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society 171 ViewsRate it:
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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Unable are the Loved to die
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On such a night, or such a night 169 ViewsRate it:
The Brain, within its Groove 169 ViewsRate it:
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 168 ViewsRate it:
I asked no other thing 168 ViewsRate it:
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven? 167 ViewsRate it:
Abraham to Kill Him 165 ViewsRate it:
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? 165 ViewsRate it:
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
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I hide myself within my flower 165 ViewsRate it:
Nature is what we see—
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Despair's advantage is achieved
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted, 164 ViewsRate it:
The last Night that She lived
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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I reason, Earth is short
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So has a Daisy vanished
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
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Because I could not stop for Death (712)
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I never lost as much but twice 161 ViewsRate it:
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins 160 ViewsRate it:
One and One—are One
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These are the days when Birds come back
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Our journey had advanced; 158 ViewsRate it:
Crumbling is not an instant's Act 157 ViewsRate it:
From Us She wandered now a Year 157 ViewsRate it:
Two butterflies went out at noon
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It dropped so low in my regard 156 ViewsRate it:
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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Again—his voice is at the door
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Away from Home are some and I— 155 ViewsRate it:
A doubt if it be Us 154 ViewsRate it:
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
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Bound—a trouble 154 ViewsRate it:
The Battle fought between the Soul
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The Grass so little has to do
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing 153 ViewsRate it:
The feet of people walking home
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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Unto Me? I do not know you—
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side 153 ViewsRate it:
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss 153 ViewsRate it:
All but Death, can be Adjusted 152 ViewsRate it:
By my Window have I for Scenery
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Delight is as the flight
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The Robin is the One 151 ViewsRate it:
Triumph—may be of several kinds 151 ViewsRate it:
Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe 150 ViewsRate it:
We play at paste, 150 ViewsRate it:
A Bird Came Down
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Come slowly—Eden! 149 ViewsRate it:
The Chariot
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He touched me, so I live to know
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'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar 147 ViewsRate it:
A nearness to Tremendousness 146 ViewsRate it:
A Prison gets to be a friend
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A Moth the hue of this 146 ViewsRate it:
A something in a summer's Day
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Autumn—overlooked my Knitting 146 ViewsRate it:
God permit industrious angels
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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One Sister have I in our house
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We learned the Whole of Love
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A science—so the Savants say
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Absence disembodies—so does Death
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Forever—it composed of Nows 145 ViewsRate it:
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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Teach Him—When He makes the names 145 ViewsRate it:
Expectation—is Contentment 144 ViewsRate it:
Poor little Heart!
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The Soul unto itself (683) 144 ViewsRate it:
Essential Oils—are wrung
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A Book
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A Route of Evanescence 143 ViewsRate it:
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
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As if some little Arctic flower
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God is a distant—stately Lover 143 ViewsRate it:
The Definition of Beauty is 143 ViewsRate it:
The Lady feeds Her little Bird 143 ViewsRate it:
We can but follow to the Sun 143 ViewsRate it:
The thought beneath so slight a film 142 ViewsRate it:
Alone, I cannot be 142 ViewsRate it:
How happy I was if I could forget
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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The difference between Despair
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When I was small, a Woman died 142 ViewsRate it:
Her breast is fit for pearls
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No Man can compass a Despair
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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That I did always love
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The power to be true to You 141 ViewsRate it:
When I count the seeds
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Empty my Heart, of Thee
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown 140 ViewsRate it:
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
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Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died) 140 ViewsRate it:
I play at Riches—to appease
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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No Romance sold unto 140 ViewsRate it:
A Shade upon the mind there passes
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Ambition cannot find him 139 ViewsRate it:
By The Sea 139 ViewsRate it:
Except the Heaven had come so near 139 ViewsRate it:
I sing to use the Waiting 139 ViewsRate it:
I had a guinea golden
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Dying! To be afraid of thee
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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When One has given up One's life 138 ViewsRate it:
A Visitor in Marl
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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No Prisoner be 137 ViewsRate it:
Over the fence 137 ViewsRate it:
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Court is far away 137 ViewsRate it:
While Asters— 137 ViewsRate it:
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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I'll send the feather from my Hat! 136 ViewsRate it:
Midsummer, was it, when They died
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem 136 ViewsRate it:
Some such Butterfly be seen
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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'Twas Love—not me
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Nature rarer uses yellow 135 ViewsRate it:
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple 135 ViewsRate it:
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
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His Bill an Auger is 135 ViewsRate it:
I had no time to hate, because
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They put Us far apart
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Within my reach! 135 ViewsRate it:
Answer July 134 ViewsRate it:
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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It will be Summer—eventually
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The bustle in a house
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And this of all my Hopes 133 ViewsRate it:
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge 133 ViewsRate it:
In lands I never saw—they say 133 ViewsRate it:
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures 133 ViewsRate it:
You'll find—it when you try to die
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All I may, if small 132 ViewsRate it:
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew 132 ViewsRate it:
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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Morns like these—we parted 132 ViewsRate it:
My period had come for Prayer
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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New feet within my garden go
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Rest at Night
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To make One's Toilette—after Death 132 ViewsRate it:
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
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For each ecstatic instant
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Great Caesar! Condescend 131 ViewsRate it:
I can't tell you—but you feel it
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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My life had stood
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Surgeons must be very careful 131 ViewsRate it:
The Hollows round His eager Eyes 131 ViewsRate it:
She dealt her pretty words like Blades 130 ViewsRate it:
He found my Being—set it up
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Take your Heaven further on 130 ViewsRate it:
How many Flowers fail in Wood
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I send Two Sunsets 130 ViewsRate it:
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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Bloom upon the Mountain—stated 67 ViewsRate it:
Just as He spoke it from his Hands 67 ViewsRate it:
That is solemn we have ended 67 ViewsRate it:
Good night, because we must 66 ViewsRate it:
Just lost, when I was saved!
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight 66 ViewsRate it:
This is the land the sunset washes, 66 ViewsRate it:
Did the Harebell loose her girdle 65 ViewsRate it:
I cannot be ashamed 65 ViewsRate it:
Ideals are the Fairly Oil 65 ViewsRate it:
If I may have it, when it's dead
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Love—is anterior to Life
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A still—Volcano—Life 64 ViewsRate it:
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
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The dying need but little, dear,--
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A Planted Life—diversified 63 ViewsRate it:
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! 63 ViewsRate it:
I held a Jewel in my fingers 63 ViewsRate it:
It was too late for Man
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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There is a pain—so utter 63 ViewsRate it:
I started Early - Took my Dog 62 ViewsRate it:
I'll clutch—and clutch
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature 62 ViewsRate it:
Once more, my now bewildered Dove 62 ViewsRate it:
So the Eyes accost—and sunder 62 ViewsRate it:
Sunset at Night—is natural
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This is my letter to the world,
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These tested Our Horizon 61 ViewsRate it:
Fame of Myself, to justify 60 ViewsRate it:
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
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I bring an unaccustomed wine 59 ViewsRate it:
I gained it so 59 ViewsRate it:
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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As far from pity, as complaint
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Exhilaration—is within 58 ViewsRate it:
If I should cease to bring a Rose 58 ViewsRate it:
If she had been the Mistletoe 58 ViewsRate it:
The Sunset stopped on Cottages 58 ViewsRate it:
Glowing is her Bonnet 57 ViewsRate it:
Herein a Blossom lies 57 ViewsRate it:
I had no Cause to be awake 57 ViewsRate it:
No matter—now—Sweet
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South Winds jostle them 57 ViewsRate it:
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise 57 ViewsRate it:
What Inn is this 57 ViewsRate it:
I've seen a Dying Eye 56 ViewsRate it:
Least Rivers—docile to some sea
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She died at play 56 ViewsRate it:
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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To wait an Hour—is long 55 ViewsRate it:
I went to thank Her 55 ViewsRate it:
An altered look about the hills 55 ViewsRate it:
Artists wrestled here! 55 ViewsRate it:
Could I—then—shut the door 55 ViewsRate it:
I cautious, scanned my little life
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Partake as doth the Bee 55 ViewsRate it:
When I have seen the Sun emerge
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When Night is almost done 55 ViewsRate it:
A feather from the Whippoorwill 54 ViewsRate it:
If anybody's friend be dead
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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Have any like Myself
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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Mama never forgets her birds
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I rose—because He sank
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day 51 ViewsRate it:
The Chemical conviction 51 ViewsRate it:
The Manner of its Death
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The Poets light but Lamps 51 ViewsRate it:
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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Removed from Accident of Loss 50 ViewsRate it:
Reverse cannot befall 50 ViewsRate it:
Some things that fly there be 50 ViewsRate it:
The Woodpecker 50 ViewsRate it:
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test 49 ViewsRate it:
Deprived of other Banquet 49 ViewsRate it:
Promise This—When You be Dying
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They ask but our Delight 49 ViewsRate it:
A little road not made man
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Could—I do more—for Thee 48 ViewsRate it:
I learned—at least—what Home could be
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No Other can reduce 48 ViewsRate it:
So much Summer 48 ViewsRate it:
To be alive—is Power
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As if I asked a common Alms 47 ViewsRate it:
When Diamonds are a Legend
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It is a lonesome Glee
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Jesus! thy Crucifix 46 ViewsRate it:
A shady friend for torrid days 45 ViewsRate it:
As by the dead we love to sit
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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
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The Whole of it came not at once
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'Tis Opposites—entice 45 ViewsRate it:
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
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First Robin
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Her Grace is all she has— 44 ViewsRate it:
I meant to have but modest needs
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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Delayed till she had ceased to know
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None can experience sting 43 ViewsRate it:
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot 43 ViewsRate it:
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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A Night—there lay the Days between 42 ViewsRate it:
Departed to the judgment,
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large 42 ViewsRate it:
Let Us play Yesterday
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Dropped into the Ether Acre 40 ViewsRate it:
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
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Embarrassment of one another 38 ViewsRate it:
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? 37 ViewsRate it:
There is a finished feeling
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I had the Glory—that will do 36 ViewsRate it:
Like her the Saints retire 36 ViewsRate it:
This—is the land—the Sunset washes 36 ViewsRate it:
Through the strait pass of suffering
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There is a morn by men unseen
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Ah, Teneriffe! 34 ViewsRate it:
So set its Sun in Thee 32 ViewsRate it:
There is an arid Pleasure
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