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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 545 ViewsRate it:
Had I presumed to hope 505 ViewsRate it:
This Consciousness that is aware 490 ViewsRate it:
Had I not This, or This, I said 482 ViewsRate it:
He was weak, and I was strong—then 479 ViewsRate it:
I read my sentence—steadily 477 ViewsRate it:
We talked as Girls do 473 ViewsRate it:
Adrift! A little boat adrift! 472 ViewsRate it:
The Railway Train 472 ViewsRate it:
Each life converges to some centre 469 ViewsRate it:
Hope is the thing with feathers 458 ViewsRate it:
Ah, Moon—and Star! 457 ViewsRate it:
He put the Belt around my life 455 ViewsRate it:
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night 455 ViewsRate it:
Good Morning—Midnight 454 ViewsRate it:
I died for beauty but was scarce 454 ViewsRate it:
I Died For Beauty 450 ViewsRate it:
The Skies can't keep their secret! 444 ViewsRate it:
A Solemn thing within the Soul 443 ViewsRate it:
Wait till the Majesty of Death 442 ViewsRate it:
We dream—it is good we are dreaming 438 ViewsRate it:
He fumbles at your spirit 437 ViewsRate it:
It would have starved a Gnat 437 ViewsRate it:
I felt my life with both my hands 436 ViewsRate it:
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341) 433 ViewsRate it:
I had not minded—Walls 430 ViewsRate it:
Like eyes that looked on Wastes 430 ViewsRate it:
Safe in their alabaster chambers, 430 ViewsRate it:
They Shut Me Up in Prose 430 ViewsRate it:
She sweeps with many-colored brooms, 429 ViewsRate it:
Besides the Autumn poets sing 426 ViewsRate it:
Of Brussels—it was not 426 ViewsRate it:
The Bible is an antique Volume 424 ViewsRate it:
Success is Counted Sweetest 422 ViewsRate it:
One Crucifixion is recorded—only 420 ViewsRate it:
The only ghost I ever saw 420 ViewsRate it:
An awful Tempest mashed the air 419 ViewsRate it:
Renunciation 419 ViewsRate it:
All overgrown by cunning moss 419 ViewsRate it:
Trust in the Unexpected 419 ViewsRate it:
He gave away his Life 418 ViewsRate it:
On this long storm the Rainbow rose 418 ViewsRate it:
The Daisy follows soft the Sun 418 ViewsRate it:
Do People moulder equally 416 ViewsRate it:
That after Horror—that 'twas us 415 ViewsRate it:
She lay as if at play 415 ViewsRate it:
I gave myself to Him 413 ViewsRate it:
Many a phrase has the English language 413 ViewsRate it:
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink 413 ViewsRate it:
I cannot buy it—'tis not sold 413 ViewsRate it:
In falling Timbers buried 413 ViewsRate it:
Some, too fragile for winter winds 413 ViewsRate it:
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing 413 ViewsRate it:
Much Madness is divinest Sense 411 ViewsRate it:
A Lady red—amid the Hill 410 ViewsRate it:
Of all the souls that stand create 410 ViewsRate it:
The Sun—just touched the Morning 409 ViewsRate it:
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed 409 ViewsRate it:
The Brain—is wider than the Sky 407 ViewsRate it:
God gave a loaf to every bird, 406 ViewsRate it:
The Soul's Superior instants 406 ViewsRate it:
Good night! which put the candle out? 405 ViewsRate it:
If I should die 405 ViewsRate it:
My Worthiness is all my Doubt 405 ViewsRate it:
Her final summer was it, 404 ViewsRate it:
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle 404 ViewsRate it:
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. 404 ViewsRate it:
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine 403 ViewsRate it:
I taste a liquor never brewed 403 ViewsRate it:
Of Bronze—and Blaze 402 ViewsRate it:
If He dissolve—then—there is nothing 402 ViewsRate it:
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies 401 ViewsRate it:
A little East of Jordan 400 ViewsRate it:
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt 400 ViewsRate it:
We like march, his shoes are purple, 400 ViewsRate it:
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray 399 ViewsRate it:
The Way I read a Letter's—this 399 ViewsRate it:
To learn the Transport by the Pain 399 ViewsRate it:
You taught me Waiting with Myself 397 ViewsRate it:
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews 397 ViewsRate it:
The Gentian weaves her fringes 397 ViewsRate it:
It was given to me by the Gods 396 ViewsRate it:
There came a Wind like a Bugle 396 ViewsRate it:
We see—Comparatively 395 ViewsRate it:
You see I cannot see—your lifetime 395 ViewsRate it:
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? 394 ViewsRate it:
Except to Heaven, she is nought 394 ViewsRate it:
I'm the little "Heart's Ease" 393 ViewsRate it:
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side 393 ViewsRate it:
There is a Languor of the Life 393 ViewsRate it:
I could not prove the Years had feet 392 ViewsRate it:
Tho' my destiny be Fustian 392 ViewsRate it:
One dignity delays for all 390 ViewsRate it:
This is a Blossom of the Brain 390 ViewsRate it:
The Brain—is wider than the Sky 389 ViewsRate it:
Why do I love You, Sir? 389 ViewsRate it:
Sweet—safe—Houses 388 ViewsRate it:
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time 388 ViewsRate it:
Life—is what we make of it 387 ViewsRate it:
They called me to the Window, for 386 ViewsRate it:
A solemn thing—it was—I said 386 ViewsRate it:
Forget! The lady with the Amulet 386 ViewsRate it:
A little bread—a crust—a crumb 385 ViewsRate it:
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre 385 ViewsRate it:
I live with Him—I see His face 385 ViewsRate it:
The Sun and Moon must make their haste 385 ViewsRate it:
He told a homely tale 384 ViewsRate it:
I like to see it lap the miles, 384 ViewsRate it:
Crisis is a Hair 384 ViewsRate it:
She bore it till the simple veins 384 ViewsRate it:
There is another sky 384 ViewsRate it:
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 383 ViewsRate it:
Further in Summer than the Birds 383 ViewsRate it:
The Sunrise runs for Both 383 ViewsRate it:
Summer Shower 382 ViewsRate it:
I never felt at Home—Below 381 ViewsRate it:
My wheel is in the dark 379 ViewsRate it:
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so 379 ViewsRate it:
Will there really be a "Morning"? 378 ViewsRate it:
Publication—is the Auction 377 ViewsRate it:
There's a certain Slant of light (258) 377 ViewsRate it:
If I'm lost—now 376 ViewsRate it:
I'm the little 376 ViewsRate it:
You love me—you are sure 375 ViewsRate it:
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes 375 ViewsRate it:
All forgot for recollecting 375 ViewsRate it:
The Child's faith is new 375 ViewsRate it:
For every Bird a Nest 374 ViewsRate it:
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune 374 ViewsRate it:
Before the ice is in the pools 373 ViewsRate it:
I had some things that I called mine 373 ViewsRate it:
There's something quieter than sleep 373 ViewsRate it:
I reckon—when I count it all 372 ViewsRate it:
Love—is that Later Thing than Death 371 ViewsRate it:
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie 371 ViewsRate it:
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be 370 ViewsRate it:
I’ll tell you how the sun rose 370 ViewsRate it:
These—saw Visions 370 ViewsRate it:
Train 370 ViewsRate it:
I know a place where summer strives 369 ViewsRate it:
A House upon the Height 368 ViewsRate it:
The Luxury to apprehend 368 ViewsRate it:
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to 368 ViewsRate it:
I ment to find her when I came; 368 ViewsRate it:
The Rose did caper on her cheek 367 ViewsRate it:
Read—Sweet—how others—strove 366 ViewsRate it:
What shall I do—it whimpers so 366 ViewsRate it:
Tho' I get home how late—how late 365 ViewsRate it:
The face I carry with me—last 364 ViewsRate it:
Dust is the only Secret 364 ViewsRate it:
It did not surprise me 364 ViewsRate it:
The Fingers of the Light 364 ViewsRate it:
What did They do since I saw Them? 363 ViewsRate it:
Remorse 363 ViewsRate it:
I could suffice for Him, I knew 363 ViewsRate it:
Of Tribulation, these are They 363 ViewsRate it:
Savior! I've no one else to tell 362 ViewsRate it:
The Morning after Woe 362 ViewsRate it:
'Tis One by One — the Father counts 362 ViewsRate it:
Glee—The great storm is over 360 ViewsRate it:
We should not mind so small a flower 359 ViewsRate it:
Color—Caste—Denomination 359 ViewsRate it:
Conscious am I in my Chamber 359 ViewsRate it:
Dying! Dying in the night! 359 ViewsRate it:
He fought like those Who've nought to lose 359 ViewsRate it:
The Sun kept setting—setting—still 359 ViewsRate it:
You know that Portrait in the Moon 359 ViewsRate it:
Love—thou art high 358 ViewsRate it:
Could I but ride indefinite 358 ViewsRate it:
The Winters are so short 357 ViewsRate it:
I haven't told my garden yet 356 ViewsRate it:
No Rack can torture me 356 ViewsRate it:
Sleep is supposed to be 355 ViewsRate it:
I think the longest Hour of all 354 ViewsRate it:
Taking up the fair Ideal 353 ViewsRate it:
The Heaven vests for Each 353 ViewsRate it:
Where bells no more affright the morn 353 ViewsRate it:
You said that I 353 ViewsRate it:
My Faith is larger than the Hills 352 ViewsRate it:
The Malay—took the Pearl 352 ViewsRate it:
I was the slightest in the House 351 ViewsRate it:
It knew no Medicine 351 ViewsRate it:
For this—accepted Breath 351 ViewsRate it:
Through lane it lay—through bramble 351 ViewsRate it:
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest 350 ViewsRate it:
Forever at His side to walk 350 ViewsRate it:
I know that He exists 350 ViewsRate it:
This was a Poet—It is That 350 ViewsRate it:
'Twas a long Parting—but the time 349 ViewsRate it:
You're right— 348 ViewsRate it:
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so 347 ViewsRate it:
As imperceptibly as Grief 347 ViewsRate it:
Bereaved of all, I went abroad 347 ViewsRate it:
Flowers—Well—if anybody 347 ViewsRate it:
He strained my faith 347 ViewsRate it:
The Loneliness One dare not sound 347 ViewsRate it:
Where Thou art—that—is Home 347 ViewsRate it:
Her— 346 ViewsRate it:
It might be lonelier 346 ViewsRate it:
One Life of so much Consequence! 346 ViewsRate it:
The World—stands—solemner—to me 346 ViewsRate it:
A thought went up my mind to-day 345 ViewsRate it:
One Anguish—in a Crowd 345 ViewsRate it:
Publication 345 ViewsRate it:
Two Travellers perishing in Snow 345 ViewsRate it:
The Outer—from the Inner 344 ViewsRate it:
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart 344 ViewsRate it:
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent 344 ViewsRate it:
The Spider holds a Silver Ball 344 ViewsRate it:
The lonesome for they know not What 343 ViewsRate it:
He fumbles at your Soul 342 ViewsRate it:
'Twas warm—at first—like Us 341 ViewsRate it:
The World—stands—solemner—to me 341 ViewsRate it:
To die—takes just a little while 340 ViewsRate it:
To put this World down, like a Bundle 340 ViewsRate it:
Unit, like Death, for Whom? 340 ViewsRate it:
A drop fell on the apple tree 339 ViewsRate it:
Because the Bee may blameless hum 338 ViewsRate it:
I Came to buy a smile—today 337 ViewsRate it:
Under the Light, yet under 336 ViewsRate it:
The Day undressed—Herself 335 ViewsRate it:
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth 334 ViewsRate it:
The first Day that I was a Life 334 ViewsRate it:
I see thee better—in the Dark 333 ViewsRate it:
To die 330 ViewsRate it:
I showed her Heights she never saw 330 ViewsRate it:
It troubled me as once I was 330 ViewsRate it:
What if I say I shall not wait! 330 ViewsRate it:
'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold 329 ViewsRate it:
It struck me every day 329 ViewsRate it:
Before you thought of spring, 328 ViewsRate it:
If He were living—dare I ask 328 ViewsRate it:
Who never lost, are unprepared 328 ViewsRate it:
Her—"last Poems" 327 ViewsRate it:
I've none to tell me to but Thee 327 ViewsRate it:
The Beggar Lad—dies early 326 ViewsRate it:
The cricket sang, 325 ViewsRate it:
As Watchers hang upon the East 322 ViewsRate it:
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou 322 ViewsRate it:
Victory comes late 322 ViewsRate it:
I often passed the village 321 ViewsRate it:
I could die—to know 320 ViewsRate it:
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush 317 ViewsRate it:
Not in this world to see his face 316 ViewsRate it:
Their Height in Heaven comforts not 316 ViewsRate it:
To interrupt His Yellow Plan 316 ViewsRate it:
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow 315 ViewsRate it:
Precious to Me—She still shall be 314 ViewsRate it:
How many times these low feet staggered 312 ViewsRate it:
I think the Hemlock likes to stand 310 ViewsRate it:
The Sun kept stooping—stooping 310 ViewsRate it:
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon 310 ViewsRate it:
Love—thou art high 306 ViewsRate it:
What shall I do when the Summer troubles 306 ViewsRate it:
Robbed by Death—but that was easy 303 ViewsRate it:
The Day that I was crowned 302 ViewsRate it:
Bereavement in their death to feel 300 ViewsRate it:
Distrustful of the Gentian 300 ViewsRate it:
Unto my Books—so good to turn 298 ViewsRate it:
There is a word 296 ViewsRate it:
There is a June when Corn is cut 290 ViewsRate it:
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day 288 ViewsRate it:
Make me a picture of the sun 274 ViewsRate it:
She rose to His Requirement 270 ViewsRate it:
I'm nobody! Who are you? 266 ViewsRate it:
Each Second is the last 227 ViewsRate it:
Pain 225 ViewsRate it:
T was just this time last year I died. 224 ViewsRate it:
Each Scar I'll keep for Him 224 ViewsRate it:
On a Columnar Self 206 ViewsRate it:
If I can stop one heart from breaking, 200 ViewsRate it:
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark 195 ViewsRate it:
The Mountain sat upon the Plain 192 ViewsRate it:
Of Course—I prayed 191 ViewsRate it:
Going to Heaven! 190 ViewsRate it:
The Mystery of Pain 187 ViewsRate it:
The wind begun to rock the grass 186 ViewsRate it:
I cannot dance upon my Toes 183 ViewsRate it:
Angels, in the early morning 180 ViewsRate it:
I am alive—I guess 180 ViewsRate it:
I am ashamed—I hide 179 ViewsRate it:
I Never Saw a Moor 179 ViewsRate it:
The sky is low, the clouds are mean, 178 ViewsRate it:
Never for Society 177 ViewsRate it:
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some 175 ViewsRate it:
Bee! I'm expecting you! 173 ViewsRate it:
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! 173 ViewsRate it:
Summer for thee, grant I may be 173 ViewsRate it:
A loss of something ever felt I 172 ViewsRate it:
I measure every Grief I meet (561) 171 ViewsRate it:
On this wondrous sea 170 ViewsRate it:
There is no frigate like a book 170 ViewsRate it:
Unable are the Loved to die 167 ViewsRate it:
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief 166 ViewsRate it:
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven? 166 ViewsRate it:
On such a night, or such a night 165 ViewsRate it:
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 164 ViewsRate it:
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? 164 ViewsRate it:
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it 163 ViewsRate it:
I asked no other thing 163 ViewsRate it:
I hide myself within my flower 163 ViewsRate it:
The Brain, within its Groove 163 ViewsRate it:
Abraham to Kill Him 162 ViewsRate it:
The last Night that She lived 162 ViewsRate it:
Despair's advantage is achieved 161 ViewsRate it:
So has a Daisy vanished 161 ViewsRate it:
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! 161 ViewsRate it:
Nature is what we see— 160 ViewsRate it:
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, 160 ViewsRate it:
The Soul Selects Her Own Society 160 ViewsRate it:
The Wind begun to knead the Grass 160 ViewsRate it:
Wild Nights—Wild Nights! 160 ViewsRate it:
I never lost as much but twice 159 ViewsRate it:
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins 159 ViewsRate it:
One and One—are One 157 ViewsRate it:
Because I could not stop for Death (712) 156 ViewsRate it:
I reason, Earth is short 156 ViewsRate it:
These are the days when Birds come back 156 ViewsRate it:
Two butterflies went out at noon 156 ViewsRate it:
From Us She wandered now a Year 155 ViewsRate it:
It sifts from Leaden Sieves 154 ViewsRate it:
Away from Home are some and I— 153 ViewsRate it:
Should you but fail at—Sea 153 ViewsRate it:
The Battle fought between the Soul 153 ViewsRate it:
Crumbling is not an instant's Act 152 ViewsRate it:
Bound—a trouble 152 ViewsRate it:
Again—his voice is at the door 151 ViewsRate it:
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine 151 ViewsRate it:
It dropped so low in my regard 151 ViewsRate it:
The Soul has Bandaged moments 151 ViewsRate it:
Unto Me? I do not know you— 151 ViewsRate it:
A doubt if it be Us 150 ViewsRate it:
All but Death, can be Adjusted 150 ViewsRate it:
If any sink, assure that this, now standing 150 ViewsRate it:
Our journey had advanced; 150 ViewsRate it:
The Robin is the One 150 ViewsRate it:
By my Window have I for Scenery 149 ViewsRate it:
The Grass so little has to do 149 ViewsRate it:
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side 149 ViewsRate it:
Come slowly—Eden! 148 ViewsRate it:
A Bird Came Down 147 ViewsRate it:
Delight is as the flight 147 ViewsRate it:
He touched me, so I live to know 147 ViewsRate it:
The feet of people walking home 147 ViewsRate it:
We play at paste, 147 ViewsRate it:
Nature, the gentlest mother, 146 ViewsRate it:
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe 146 ViewsRate it:
The Chariot 146 ViewsRate it:
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss 146 ViewsRate it:
Nature the gentlest mother is 145 ViewsRate it:
A Moth the hue of this 145 ViewsRate it:
One Sister have I in our house 145 ViewsRate it:
Triumph—may be of several kinds 145 ViewsRate it:
'Twould ease—a Butterfly 145 ViewsRate it:
We learned the Whole of Love 144 ViewsRate it:
A nearness to Tremendousness 143 ViewsRate it:
A science—so the Savants say 143 ViewsRate it:
Absence disembodies—so does Death 143 ViewsRate it:
Forever—it composed of Nows 143 ViewsRate it:
God permit industrious angels 143 ViewsRate it:
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain 143 ViewsRate it:
Poor little Heart! 143 ViewsRate it:
Talk with prudence to a Beggar 143 ViewsRate it:
A Prison gets to be a friend 142 ViewsRate it:
A something in a summer's Day 142 ViewsRate it:
As if some little Arctic flower 142 ViewsRate it:
Beclouded 142 ViewsRate it:
Expectation—is Contentment 142 ViewsRate it:
Teach Him—When He makes the names 142 ViewsRate it:
A sepal, petal, and a thorn 141 ViewsRate it:
How happy I was if I could forget 141 ViewsRate it:
I prayed, at first, a little Girl 141 ViewsRate it:
The Lady feeds Her little Bird 141 ViewsRate it:
A Book 140 ViewsRate it:
A Route of Evanescence 140 ViewsRate it:
God is a distant—stately Lover 140 ViewsRate it:
The Definition of Beauty is 140 ViewsRate it:
The difference between Despair 140 ViewsRate it:
The power to be true to You 140 ViewsRate it:
The Soul unto itself (683) 140 ViewsRate it:
When I was small, a Woman died 140 ViewsRate it:
The thought beneath so slight a film 139 ViewsRate it:
In Ebon Box, when years have flown 139 ViewsRate it:
It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did 139 ViewsRate it:
When I count the seeds 139 ViewsRate it:
Essential Oils—are wrung 138 ViewsRate it:
A Burdock—clawed my Gown 138 ViewsRate it:
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting 138 ViewsRate it:
By The Sea 138 ViewsRate it:
I play at Riches—to appease 138 ViewsRate it:
No Man can compass a Despair 138 ViewsRate it:
No Romance sold unto 138 ViewsRate it:
Empty my Heart, of Thee 137 ViewsRate it:
Ambition cannot find him 137 ViewsRate it:
Except the Heaven had come so near 137 ViewsRate it:
Her breast is fit for pearls 137 ViewsRate it:
I sing to use the Waiting 137 ViewsRate it:
That I did always love 137 ViewsRate it:
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold 137 ViewsRate it:
We can but follow to the Sun 137 ViewsRate it:
When One has given up One's life 137 ViewsRate it:
Alone, I cannot be 136 ViewsRate it:
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died) 136 ViewsRate it:
Sic transit gloria mundi 136 ViewsRate it:
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music 136 ViewsRate it:
The Birds begun at Four o'clock 136 ViewsRate it:
Dying! To be afraid of thee 135 ViewsRate it:
Given in Marriage unto Thee 135 ViewsRate it:
I had no time to hate, because 135 ViewsRate it:
Midsummer, was it, when They died 135 ViewsRate it:
Musicians wrestle everywhere 135 ViewsRate it:
Over the fence 135 ViewsRate it:
Some such Butterfly be seen 135 ViewsRate it:
The Court is far away 135 ViewsRate it:
A Shade upon the mind there passes 134 ViewsRate it:
I had a guinea golden 134 ViewsRate it:
Answer July 134 ViewsRate it:
His Bill an Auger is 134 ViewsRate it:
I'll send the feather from my Hat! 134 ViewsRate it:
No Prisoner be 134 ViewsRate it:
So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem 134 ViewsRate it:
A fuzzy fellow, without feet 133 ViewsRate it:
A Visitor in Marl 133 ViewsRate it:
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple 133 ViewsRate it:
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! 133 ViewsRate it:
The bustle in a house 133 ViewsRate it:
They put Us far apart 133 ViewsRate it:
'Twas Love—not me 133 ViewsRate it:
While Asters— 133 ViewsRate it:
Within my reach! 133 ViewsRate it:
He outstripped Time with but a Bout 132 ViewsRate it:
Morning—means 132 ViewsRate it:
You'll find—it when you try to die 132 ViewsRate it:
Nature rarer uses yellow 131 ViewsRate it:
And this of all my Hopes 131 ViewsRate it:
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red 131 ViewsRate it:
My period had come for Prayer 131 ViewsRate it:
My Soul—accused me—And I quailed 131 ViewsRate it:
Rest at Night 131 ViewsRate it:
To make One's Toilette—after Death 131 ViewsRate it:
To my quick ear the leaves conferred; 131 ViewsRate it:
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures 131 ViewsRate it:
As plan for Noon and plan for Night 130 ViewsRate it:
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew 130 ViewsRate it:
How many Flowers fail in Wood 130 ViewsRate it:
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells 130 ViewsRate it:
In lands I never saw—they say 130 ViewsRate it:
It will be Summer—eventually 130 ViewsRate it:
New feet within my garden go 130 ViewsRate it:
Surgeons must be very careful 130 ViewsRate it:
All I may, if small 129 ViewsRate it:
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge 129 ViewsRate it:
Great Caesar! Condescend 129 ViewsRate it:
Heaven is what I cannot reach! 129 ViewsRate it:
I can't tell you—but you feel it 129 ViewsRate it:
Morns like these—we parted 129 ViewsRate it:
To my small Hearth His fire came 129 ViewsRate it:
For each ecstatic instant 128 ViewsRate it:
I never hear the word 'escape' 128 ViewsRate it:
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl 128 ViewsRate it:
It feels a shame to be Alive 128 ViewsRate it:
My life had stood 128 ViewsRate it:
Not 128 ViewsRate it:
The Hollows round His eager Eyes 128 ViewsRate it:
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung 128 ViewsRate it:
To offer brave assistance 128 ViewsRate it:
She dealt her pretty words like Blades 127 ViewsRate it:
He found my Being—set it up 127 ViewsRate it:
Take your Heaven further on 127 ViewsRate it:
His Feet are shod with Gauze 127 ViewsRate it:
I'm saying every day 127 ViewsRate it:
It's easy to invent a Life 127 ViewsRate it:
So proud she was to die 127 ViewsRate it:
To hang our head—ostensibly 127 ViewsRate it:
We do not play on Graves 127 ViewsRate it:
Did Our Best Moment last 126 ViewsRate it:
Did we disobey Him? 126 ViewsRate it:
I send Two Sunsets 126 ViewsRate it:
My friend must be a Bird 126 ViewsRate it:
This that would greet—an hour ago 126 ViewsRate it:
Upon Concluded Lives 126 ViewsRate it:
A Mien to move a Queen 125 ViewsRate it:
A Secret told 125 ViewsRate it:
If recollecting were forgetting 125 ViewsRate it:
If What we could—were what we would 125 ViewsRate it:
My nosegays are for captives; 125 ViewsRate it:
Myself was formed—a Carpenter 125 ViewsRate it:
The morns are meeker than they were 125 ViewsRate it:
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I 125 ViewsRate it:
We lose—because we win 125 ViewsRate it:
A throe upon the features 124 ViewsRate it:
All Circumstances are the Frame 124 ViewsRate it:
Always Mine! 124 ViewsRate it:
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer 124 ViewsRate it:
I'm 124 ViewsRate it:
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament 124 ViewsRate it:
The Martyr Poets—did not tell 124 ViewsRate it:
Without this—there is nought 124 ViewsRate it:
Denial—is the only fact 123 ViewsRate it:
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When I have seen the Sun emerge 54 ViewsRate it:
An altered look about the hills 53 ViewsRate it:
Could I—then—shut the door 53 ViewsRate it:
If anybody's friend be dead 53 ViewsRate it:
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered 53 ViewsRate it:
When Night is almost done 53 ViewsRate it:
I went to thank Her 52 ViewsRate it:
A feather from the Whippoorwill 52 ViewsRate it:
I cautious, scanned my little life 51 ViewsRate it:
If the foolish, call them "flowers" 50 ViewsRate it:
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon 50 ViewsRate it:
Noon—is the Hinge of Day 50 ViewsRate it:
The Chemical conviction 50 ViewsRate it:
Mama never forgets her birds 49 ViewsRate it:
Have any like Myself 49 ViewsRate it:
I rose—because He sank 49 ViewsRate it:
Removed from Accident of Loss 49 ViewsRate it:
The Manner of its Death 49 ViewsRate it:
The Poets light but Lamps 49 ViewsRate it:
The Woodpecker 49 ViewsRate it:
To lose one's faith—surpass 49 ViewsRate it:
Some things that fly there be 48 ViewsRate it:
They ask but our Delight 48 ViewsRate it:
A little road not made man 47 ViewsRate it:
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test 47 ViewsRate it:
Heaven has different Signs—to me 47 ViewsRate it:
Promise This—When You be Dying 47 ViewsRate it:
To be alive—is Power 47 ViewsRate it:
Could—I do more—for Thee 46 ViewsRate it:
Deprived of other Banquet 46 ViewsRate it:
Reverse cannot befall 46 ViewsRate it:
So much Summer 46 ViewsRate it:
I learned—at least—what Home could be 45 ViewsRate it:
No Other can reduce 45 ViewsRate it:
When Diamonds are a Legend 45 ViewsRate it:
As by the dead we love to sit 44 ViewsRate it:
As if I asked a common Alms 44 ViewsRate it:
It is a lonesome Glee 44 ViewsRate it:
Jesus! thy Crucifix 44 ViewsRate it:
The Whole of it came not at once 44 ViewsRate it:
A shady friend for torrid days 43 ViewsRate it:
Her Grace is all she has— 43 ViewsRate it:
Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you 43 ViewsRate it:
Would you like summer? Taste of ours 43 ViewsRate it:
First Robin 42 ViewsRate it:
I meant to have but modest needs 42 ViewsRate it:
Perhaps I Asked Too Large 42 ViewsRate it:
'Tis Opposites—entice 42 ViewsRate it:
Delayed till she had ceased to know 41 ViewsRate it:
None can experience sting 41 ViewsRate it:
Rehearsal to Ourselves 41 ViewsRate it:
The Night was wide, and furnished scant 41 ViewsRate it:
Let Us play Yesterday 40 ViewsRate it:
A Night—there lay the Days between 39 ViewsRate it:
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot 39 ViewsRate it:
You'll know Her—by Her Foot 39 ViewsRate it:
Departed to the judgment, 38 ViewsRate it:
Dropped into the Ether Acre 38 ViewsRate it:
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar 37 ViewsRate it:
Embarrassment of one another 35 ViewsRate it:
I had the Glory—that will do 35 ViewsRate it:
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? 35 ViewsRate it:
This—is the land—the Sunset washes 35 ViewsRate it:
Like her the Saints retire 34 ViewsRate it:
There is a finished feeling 34 ViewsRate it:
There is a morn by men unseen 34 ViewsRate it:
Through the strait pass of suffering 34 ViewsRate it:
Ah, Teneriffe! 31 ViewsRate it:
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