Lyric

Form/Genre — appears in 994 work(s).

Works

• a word (Chesterton)
• aristocrat (Chesterton)
• BalladStBarbara (Chesterton)
• carol (Chesterton)
• childsnow (Chesterton)
• christmas-poem (Chesterton)
• deluge (Chesterton)
• donkey (Chesterton)
• femina (Chesterton)
• Francis Xavier (Chesterton)
• gold-leaves (Chesterton)
• great-minimum (Chesterton)
• house (Chesterton)
• human-tree (Chesterton)
• kingcole (Chesterton)
• litany (Chesterton)
• Little Door (Chesterton)
• Nevercometrue (Chesterton)
• Poems (Chesterton)
• praise of dust (Chesterton)
• quoodle (Chesterton)
• skeleton (Chesterton)
• spring (Chesterton)
• strange-music (Chesterton)
• suicide (Chesterton)
• suprise (Chesterton)
• The Judgment of England (Chesterton)
• The Modern Manichee (Chesterton)
• the mystery (Chesterton)
• the wise men (Chesterton)
• to-belloc (Chesterton)
• towers-of-time (Chesterton)
• Tribute To Gladstone (Chesterton)
• unborn (Chesterton)
• unknown-warrior (Chesterton)
• WhoGoesHome (Chesterton)
• A DAY-DREAM (Coleridge)
• A STRANGER MINSTREL (Coleridge)
• A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND (Coleridge)
• ALCAEUS TO SAPPHO (Coleridge)
• AN EXPERIMENT FOR A METRE (Coleridge)
• AN INVOCATION (Coleridge)
• AN ODE IN THE MANNER OF ANACREON (Coleridge)
• BEN JONSON A NYMPH’S PASSION (Coleridge)
• CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES (Coleridge)
• DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE (Coleridge)
• FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE (Coleridge)
• FIRST DRAFT AN EFFUSION AT EVENING (Coleridge)
• FROM THE GERMAN (Coleridge)
• GENEVIEVE (Coleridge)
• HOME-SICK (Coleridge)
• HOMELESS (Coleridge)
• IAMBICS (Coleridge)
• IMITATED FROM OSSIAN (Coleridge)
• KISSES (Coleridge)
• LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT-ROOM (Coleridge)
• LINES TO A FRIEND IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHOLY LETTER (Coleridge)
• LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING (Coleridge)
• LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE (Coleridge)
• LINES WRITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDGEWATER, SEPTEMBER 1795, IN ANSWER TO A LETTER FROM BRISTOL (Coleridge
• LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING’S ARMS, ROSS, FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE ‘MAN OF ROSS’ (Coleridge)
• LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE (Coleridge)
• LOVE’S BURIAL-PLACE (Coleridge)
• LOVE’S SANCTUARY (Coleridge)
• MORIENS SUPERSTITI (Coleridge)
• MORIENTI SUPERSTES (Coleridge)
• NIL PEJUS EST CAELIBE VITÆ (Coleridge)
• NOT AT HOME (Coleridge)
• ON A LADY WEEPING (Coleridge)
• ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796 (Coleridge)
• ON REVISITING THE SEA-SHORE AFTER LONG ABSENCE, UNDER STRONG MEDICAL RECOMMENDATION NOT TO BATHE (Coleridge)
• ON THE CHRISTENING OF A FRIEND’S CHILD (Coleridge)
• POEM UPON NOTHING (Coleridge)
• PROGRESS OF VICE (Coleridge)
• RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE (Coleridge)
• SENTIMENTAL (Coleridge)
• SNOW DROP. (Coleridge)
• SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL (Coleridge)
• THE HAPPY HUSBAND (Coleridge)
• THE HOUR WHEN WE SHALL MEET AGAIN (Coleridge)
• THE KEEPSAKE (Coleridge)
• THE KISS (Coleridge)
• THE ROSE (Coleridge)
• THE SIGH (Coleridge)
• THE SNOW-DROP (Coleridge)
• THE VISIONARY HOPE (Coleridge)
• THE WILLS OF THE WISP (Coleridge)
• TO A CHILD (Coleridge)
• TO A LADY WITH FALCONER’S SHIPWRECK (Coleridge)
• TO A PRIMROSE (Coleridge)
• TO A YOUNG ASS ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT (Coleridge)
• TO A YOUNG LADY (Coleridge)
• TO A YOUNG LADY WITH A POEM ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION (Coleridge)
• TO AN INFANT (Coleridge)
• TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE (Coleridge)
• TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN WHOM THE AUTHOR HAD KNOWN IN THE DAYS OF HER INNOCENCE (Coleridge)
• TO BABY BATES (Coleridge)
• TO LESBIA (Coleridge)
• TO MISS BRUNTON (Coleridge)
• TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS (Coleridge)
• TO THE MUSE (Coleridge)
• TO THE NIGHTINGALE (Coleridge)
• TO THE REV. W. J. HORT WHILE TEACHING A YOUNG LADY SOME SONG-TUNES ON HIS FLUTE (Coleridge)
• TRANSLATION OF WRANGHAM’S ‘HENDECASYLLABI AD BRUNTONAM E GRANTA EXITURAM’ KAL. OCT.MDCCXC (Coleridge)
• VERSES ADDRESSED TO J. HORNE TOOKE AND THE COMPANY WHO MET ON JUNE 28TH, 1796, (Coleridge)
• W. L. BOWLES (Coleridge)
• YOUTH AND AGE (Coleridge)
• 1. Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Dickinson)
• 10. My wheel is in the dark! (Dickinson)
• 100. A science — so the Savants say, (Dickinson)
• 1009. I was a Phoebe — nothing more — (Dickinson)
• 101. Will there really be a Morning (Dickinson)
• 1010. Up Life’s Hill with my little Bundle (Dickinson)
• 1012. Which is best Heaven — (Dickinson)
• 1013. Too scanty ‘twas to die for you, (Dickinson)
• 1018. Who saw no Sunrise cannot say (Dickinson)
• 1020. Trudging to Eden, looking backward, (Dickinson)
• 1024. So large my Will (Dickinson)
• 1025. The Products of my Farm are these (Dickinson)
• 1026. The Dying need but little, Dear, (Dickinson)
• 103. I have a King, who does not speak — (Dickinson)
• 1031. Fate slew Him, but He did not drop — (Dickinson)
• 1035. Bee! I’m expecting you! (Dickinson)
• 1037. Here, where the Daisies fit my Head (Dickinson)
• 1038. Her little Parasol to lift (Dickinson)
• 1046. I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb — (Dickinson)
• 1048. Reportless Subjects, to the Quick (Dickinson)
• 1051. I cannot meet the Spring unmoved — (Dickinson)
• 1055. The Soul should always stand ajar (Dickinson)
• 1057. I had a daily Bliss (Dickinson)
• 1075. The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean. (Dickinson)
• 1076. Just Once! Oh least Request! (Dickinson)
• 1082. Revolution is the Pod (Dickinson)
• 1087. We miss a Kinsman more (Dickinson)
• 1088. Ended, ere it begun — (Dickinson)
• 1089. Myself can read the Telegrams (Dickinson)
• 109. By a flower — By a letter — (Dickinson)
• 1090. I am afraid to own a Body — (Dickinson)
• 1093. Because ‘twas Riches I could own, (Dickinson)
• 1097. Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass — (Dickinson)
• 1099. My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease — (Dickinson)
• 11. I never told the buried gold (Dickinson)
• 1102. His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook — (Dickinson)
• 1103. The spry Arms of the Wind (Dickinson)
• 1104. The Crickets sang (Dickinson)
• 1105. Like Men and Women Shadows walk (Dickinson)
• 1107. The Bird did prance — the Bee did play — (Dickinson)
• 1108. A Diamond on the Hand (Dickinson)
• 1109. I fit for them — (Dickinson)
• 111. The Bee is not afraid of me. (Dickinson)
• 1114. The largest Fire ever known (Dickinson)
• 1115. The murmuring of Bees, has ceased (Dickinson)
• 1117. A Mine there is no Man would own (Dickinson)
• 1118. Exhilaration is the Breeze (Dickinson)
• 112. Where bells no more affright the morn — (Dickinson)
• 1120. This slow Day moved along — (Dickinson)
• 1123. A great Hope fell (Dickinson)
• 1125. Oh Sumptuous moment (Dickinson)
• 1126. Shall I take thee, the Poet said (Dickinson)
• 1128. These are the Nights that Beetles love — (Dickinson)
• 1131. The Merchant of the Picturesque (Dickinson)
• 1132. The smouldering embers blush — (Dickinson)
• 1133. The Snow that never drifts — (Dickinson)
• 1134. The Wind took up the Northern Things (Dickinson)
• 1135. Too cold is this (Dickinson)
• 1136. The Frost of Death was on the Pane — (Dickinson)
• 1137. The duties of the Wind are few, (Dickinson)
• 1140. The Day grew small, surrounded tight (Dickinson)
• 1142. The Props assist the House (Dickinson)
• 1147. After a hundred years (Dickinson)
• 1148. After the Sun comes out (Dickinson)
• 115. What Inn is this (Dickinson)
• 1150. How many schemes may die (Dickinson)
• 1152. Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten (Dickinson)
• 1153. Through what transports of Patience (Dickinson)
• 1154. A full fed Rose on meals of Tint (Dickinson)
• 1156. Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today (Dickinson)
• 1159. Great Streets of silence led away (Dickinson)
• 1160. He is alive, this morning — (Dickinson)
• 1162. The Life we have is very great. (Dickinson)
• 1165. Contained in this short Life (Dickinson)
• 1166. Of Paul and Silas it is said (Dickinson)
• 1167. Alone and in a Circumstance (Dickinson)
• 1168. As old as Woe — (Dickinson)
• 117. In rags mysterious as these (Dickinson)
• 1170. Nature affects to be sedate (Dickinson)
• 1171. On the World you colored (Dickinson)
• 1172. The Clouds their Backs together laid (Dickinson)
• 1173. The Lightning is a yellow Fork (Dickinson)
• 1174. There’s the Battle of Burgoyne — (Dickinson)
• 1175. We like a Hairbreadth ‘scape (Dickinson)
• 1176. We never know how high we are (Dickinson)
• 1177. A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay — (Dickinson)
• 1178. My God — He sees thee — (Dickinson)
• 1180. Remember me implored the Thief! (Dickinson)
• 1182. Remembrance has a Rear and Front — (Dickinson)
• 1183. Step lightly on this narrow spot — (Dickinson)
• 1184. The Days that we can spare (Dickinson)
• 1185. A little Dog that wags his tail (Dickinson)
• 1187. Oh Shadow on the Grass, (Dickinson)
• 1188. ‘Twas fighting for his Life he was — (Dickinson)
• 1189. The Voice that stands for Floods to me (Dickinson)
• 1191. The pungent atom in the Air (Dickinson)
• 1194. Somehow myself survived the Night (Dickinson)
• 1195. What we see we know somewhat (Dickinson)
• 1196. To make Routine a Stimulus (Dickinson)
• 1197. I should not dare to be so sad (Dickinson)
• 1198. A soft Sea washed around the House (Dickinson)
• 12. The morns are meeker than they were — (Dickinson)
• 120. If this is fading (Dickinson)
• 1201. So I pull my Stockings off (Dickinson)
• 1202. The Frost was never seen — (Dickinson)
• 1204. Whatever it is — she has tried it — (Dickinson)
• 1205. Immortal is an ample word (Dickinson)
• 1207. He preached upon Breadth till it argued him narrow — (Dickinson)
• 1209. To disappear enhances — (Dickinson)
• 121. As Watchers hang upon the East, (Dickinson)
• 1210. The Sea said Come to the Brook — (Dickinson)
• 1211. A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig (Dickinson)
• 1213. We like March. (Dickinson)
• 1216. A Deed knocks first at Thought (Dickinson)
• 1219. Now I knew I lost her — (Dickinson)
• 122. A something in a summer’s Day (Dickinson)
• 1221. Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder (Dickinson)
• 1223. Who goes to dine must take his Feast (Dickinson)
• 1224. Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush (Dickinson)
• 1225. Its Hour with itself (Dickinson)
• 1226. The Popular Heart is a Cannon first — (Dickinson)
• 1227. My Triumph lasted till the Drums (Dickinson)
• 1228. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth (Dickinson)
• 1229. Because He loves Her (Dickinson)
• 1230. It came at last but prompter Death (Dickinson)
• 1231. Somewhere upon the general Earth (Dickinson)
• 1232. The Clover’s simple Fame (Dickinson)
• 1235. Like Rain it sounded till it curved (Dickinson)
• 1236. Like Time’s insidious wrinkle (Dickinson)
• 1237. My Heart ran so to thee (Dickinson)
• 1238. Power is a familiar growth — (Dickinson)
• 1239. Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun (Dickinson)
• 1241. The Lilac is an ancient shrub (Dickinson)
• 1243. Safe Despair it is that raves — (Dickinson)
• 1247. To pile like Thunder to its close (Dickinson)
• 1249. The Stars are old, that stood for me — (Dickinson)
• 1252. Like Brooms of Steel (Dickinson)
• 1253. Had this one Day not been. (Dickinson)
• 1254. Elijah’s Wagon knew no thill (Dickinson)
• 1255. Longing is like the Seed (Dickinson)
• 1256. Not any higher stands the Grave (Dickinson)
• 1257. Dominion lasts until obtained — (Dickinson)
• 1258. Who were the Father and the Son (Dickinson)
• 1259. A Wind that rose (Dickinson)
• 126. To fight aloud, is very brave — (Dickinson)
• 1260. Because that you are going (Dickinson)
• 1261. A Word dropped careless on a Page (Dickinson)
• 1262. I cannot see my soul but know ‘tis there (Dickinson)
• 1263. There is no Frigate like a Book (Dickinson)
• 1264. This is the place they hoped before, (Dickinson)
• 1265. The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met (Dickinson)
• 1267. I saw that the Flake was on it (Dickinson)
• 1269. I worked for chaff and earning Wheat (Dickinson)
• 127. Houses — so the Wise Men tell me — (Dickinson)
• 1271. September’s Baccalaureate (Dickinson)
• 1272. So proud she was to die (Dickinson)
• 1273. That sacred Closet when you sweep — (Dickinson)
• 1274. The Bone that has no Marrow, (Dickinson)
• 1275. The Spider as an Artist (Dickinson)
• 1276. ‘Twas later when the summer went (Dickinson)
• 1277. While we were fearing it, it came — (Dickinson)
• 1278. The Mountains stood in Haze — (Dickinson)
• 1279. The Way to know the Bobolink (Dickinson)
• 128. Bring me the sunset in a cup, (Dickinson)
• 1280. The harm of Years is on him — (Dickinson)
• 1281. A stagnant pleasure like a Pool (Dickinson)
• 1282. Art thou the thing I wanted (Dickinson)
• 1284. Had we our senses (Dickinson)
• 1285. I know Suspense — it steps so terse (Dickinson)
• 1286. I thought that nature was enough (Dickinson)
• 1288. Lain in Nature — so suffice us (Dickinson)
• 129. Cocoon above! Cocoon below! (Dickinson)
• 1290. The most pathetic thing I do (Dickinson)
• 1291. Until the Desert knows (Dickinson)
• 1293. The things we thought that we should do (Dickinson)
• 1294. Two Lengths has every Day — (Dickinson)
• 1296. Death’s Waylaying not the sharpest (Dickinson)
• 1297. Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself (Dickinson)
• 1298. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants — (Dickinson)
• 1299. Delight’s Despair at setting (Dickinson)
• 130. These are the days when Birds come back — (Dickinson)
• 1301. I cannot want it more — (Dickinson)
• 1302. I think that the Root of the Wind is Water — (Dickinson)
• 1304. Not with a Club, the Heart is broken (Dickinson)
• 1305. Recollect the Face of me (Dickinson)
• 1307. That short — potential stir (Dickinson)
• 131. Besides the Autumn poets sing (Dickinson)
• 1310. The Notice that is called the Spring (Dickinson)
• 1314. When a Lover is a Beggar (Dickinson)
• 1315. Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent (Dickinson)
• 132. I bring an unaccustomed wine (Dickinson)
• 133. As Children bid the Guest Good Night (Dickinson)
• 134. Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, (Dickinson)
• 137. Flowers — Well — if anybody (Dickinson)
• 138. Pigmy seraphs — gone astray — (Dickinson)
• 1384. Praise it — ‘tis dead — (Dickinson)
• 1385. Secrets is a daily word (Dickinson)
• 1386. Summer — we all have seen — (Dickinson)
• 1388. Those cattle smaller than a Bee (Dickinson)
• 139. Soul, Wilt thou toss again (Dickinson)
• 1390. These held their Wick above the West — (Dickinson)
• 1392. Hope is a strange invention — (Dickinson)
• 1395. After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside — (Dickinson)
• 1396. She laid her docile Crescent down (Dickinson)
• 1397. It sounded as if the Streets were running (Dickinson)
• 1398. I have no Life but this — (Dickinson)
• 1399. Perhaps they do not go so far (Dickinson)
• 14. One Sister have I in our house, (Dickinson)
• 140. An altered look about the hills — (Dickinson)
• 1400. What mystery pervades a well! (Dickinson)
• 1404. March is the Month of Expectation. (Dickinson)
• 1405. Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles — (Dickinson)
• 1407. A Field of Stubble, lying sere (Dickinson)
• 1408. The Fact that Earth is Heaven — (Dickinson)
• 141. Some, too fragile for winter winds (Dickinson)
• 1410. I shall not murmur if at last (Dickinson)
• 1412. Shame is the shawl of Pink (Dickinson)
• 1413. Sweet Skepticism of the Heart — (Dickinson)
• 1415. A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds (Dickinson)
• 1416. Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart (Dickinson)
• 1417. How Human Nature dotes (Dickinson)
• 1418. How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights — (Dickinson)
• 1419. It was a quiet seeming Day — (Dickinson)
• 142. Whose are the little beds, I asked (Dickinson)
• 1420. One Joy of so much anguish (Dickinson)
• 1422. Summer has two Beginnings — (Dickinson)
• 1424. The Gentian has a parched Corolla — (Dickinson)
• 1425. The inundation of the Spring (Dickinson)
• 1426. The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves (Dickinson)
• 1427. To earn it by disdaining it (Dickinson)
• 1428. Water makes many Beds (Dickinson)
• 143. For every Bird a Nest — (Dickinson)
• 1430. Who never wanted — maddest Joy (Dickinson)
• 1431. With Pinions of Disdain (Dickinson)
• 1433. How brittle are the Piers (Dickinson)
• 1434. Go not too near a House of Rose — (Dickinson)
• 1436. Than Heaven more remote, (Dickinson)
• 1437. A Dew sufficed itself — (Dickinson)
• 1438. Behold this little Bane — (Dickinson)
• 1440. The healed Heart shows its shallow scar (Dickinson)
• 1441. These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest (Dickinson)
• 1442. To mend each tattered Faith (Dickinson)
• 1446. His Mind like Fabrics of the East (Dickinson)
• 1448. How soft a Caterpillar steps — (Dickinson)
• 147. Bless God, he went as soldiers, (Dickinson)
• 1481. The way Hope builds his House (Dickinson)
• 1507. The Pile of Years is not so high (Dickinson)
• 1508. You cannot make Remembrance grow (Dickinson)
• 1509. Mine Enemy is growing old — (Dickinson)
• 1510. How happy is the little Stone (Dickinson)
• 1511. My country need not change her gown, (Dickinson)
• 1515. The Things that never can come back, are several — (Dickinson)
• 1519. The Dandelion’s pallid tube (Dickinson)
• 152. The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low! (Dickinson)
• 1521. The Butterfly upon the Sky, (Dickinson)
• 1524. A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes (Dickinson)
• 1525. He lived the Life of Ambush (Dickinson)
• 1526. His oriental heresies (Dickinson)
• 1527. Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet (Dickinson)
• 1528. The Moon upon her fluent Route (Dickinson)
• 1529. ‘Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War (Dickinson)
• 153. Dust is the only Secret — (Dickinson)
• 1530. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring (Dickinson)
• 1532. From all the Jails the Boys and Girls (Dickinson)
• 1533. On that specific Pillow (Dickinson)
• 1535. The Life that tied too tight escapes (Dickinson)
• 1540. As imperceptibly as Grief (Dickinson)
• 1542. Come show thy Durham Breast (Dickinson)
• 1545. The Bible is an antique Volume — (Dickinson)
• 1547. Hope is a subtle Glutton — (Dickinson)
• 1549. My Wars are laid away in Books — (Dickinson)
• 155. The Murmur of a Bee (Dickinson)
• 1551. Those — dying then, (Dickinson)
• 1554. Go tell it — What a Message — (Dickinson)
• 1555. I groped for him before I knew (Dickinson)
• 1558. Of Death I try to think like this — (Dickinson)
• 156. You love me — you are sure — (Dickinson)
• 1560. To be forgot by thee (Dickinson)
• 1561. No Brigadier throughout the Year (Dickinson)
• 1562. Her Losses make our Gains ashamed — (Dickinson)
• 1568. To see her is a Picture — (Dickinson)
• 157. Musicians wrestle everywhere — (Dickinson)
• 1570. Forever honored by the Tree (Dickinson)
• 1573. To the bright east she flies, (Dickinson)
• 1574. No ladder needs the bird but skies (Dickinson)
• 1575. The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings — (Dickinson)
• 1576. The Spirit lasts — but in what mode — (Dickinson)
• 1579. It would not know if it were spurned, (Dickinson)
• 158. Dying! Dying in the night! (Dickinson)
• 1581. The farthest Thunder that I heard (Dickinson)
• 1584. Expanse cannot be lost — (Dickinson)
• 1585. The Bird her punctual music brings (Dickinson)
• 159. A little bread — a crust — a crumb — (Dickinson)
• 160. Just lost, when I was saved! (Dickinson)
• 161. A feather from the Whippoorwill (Dickinson)
• 163. Tho’ my destiny be Fustian — (Dickinson)
• 165. A wounded Deer — leaps highest — (Dickinson)
• 167. To learn the Transport by the Pain (Dickinson)
• 168. If the foolish, call them flowers — (Dickinson)
• 169. In Ebon Box, when years have flown (Dickinson)
• 17. Baffled for just a day or two — (Dickinson)
• 171. Wait till the Majesty of Death (Dickinson)
• 172. ‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy! (Dickinson)
• 1727. If ever the lid gets off my head (Dickinson)
• 173. A fuzzy fellow, without feet, (Dickinson)
• 1731. Love can do all but raise the Dead (Dickinson)
• 1733. No man saw awe, nor to his house (Dickinson)
• 1736. Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, (Dickinson)
• 1737. Rearrange a Wife’s affection! (Dickinson)
• 1738. Softened by Time’s consummate plush, (Dickinson)
• 1739. Some say goodnight — at night — (Dickinson)
• 1740. Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, (Dickinson)
• 1741. That it will never come again (Dickinson)
• 1742. The distance that the dead have gone (Dickinson)
• 1744. The joy that has no stem no core, (Dickinson)
• 1746. The most important population (Dickinson)
• 1747. The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter, (Dickinson)
• 1748. The reticent volcano keeps (Dickinson)
• 175. I have never seen Volcanoes — (Dickinson)
• 1751. There comes an hour when begging stops, (Dickinson)
• 1752. This docile one inter (Dickinson)
• 1753. Through those old Grounds of memory, (Dickinson)
• 1754. To lose thee — sweeter than to gain (Dickinson)
• 1756. ‘Twas here my summer paused (Dickinson)
• 1759. Which misses most, (Dickinson)
• 176. I’m the little Heart’s Ease ! (Dickinson)
• 1760. Elysium is as far as to (Dickinson)
• 1761. A train went through a burial gate, (Dickinson)
• 1762. Were natural mortal lady (Dickinson)
• 1764. The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, (Dickinson)
• 1769. The longest day that God appoints (Dickinson)
• 1771. How fleet — how indiscreet an one — (Dickinson)
• 1773. The Summer that we did not prize, (Dickinson)
• 1775. The earth has many keys, (Dickinson)
• 178. I cautious, scanned my little life — (Dickinson)
• 179. If I could bribe them by a Rose (Dickinson)
• 180. As if some little Arctic flower (Dickinson)
• 181. I lost a World — the other day! (Dickinson)
• 183. I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes (Dickinson)
• 184. A transport one cannot contain (Dickinson)
• 186. What shall I do — it whimpers so — (Dickinson)
• 187. How many times these low feet staggered — (Dickinson)
• 188. Make me a picture of the sun — (Dickinson)
• 190. He was weak, and I was strong — then — (Dickinson)
• 191. The Skies can’t keep their secret! (Dickinson)
• 192. Poor little Heart! (Dickinson)
• 194. On this long storm the Rainbow rose — (Dickinson)
• 195. For this — accepted Breath — (Dickinson)
• 196. We don’t cry — Tim and I, (Dickinson)
• 198. An awful Tempest mashed the air — (Dickinson)
• 199. I’m wife — I’ve finished that — (Dickinson)
• 2. There is another sky (Dickinson)
• 20. Distrustful of the Gentian — (Dickinson)
• 201. Two swimmers wrestled on the spar — (Dickinson)
• 203. He forgot — and I — remembered — (Dickinson)
• 204. A slash of Blue — (Dickinson)
• 205. I should not dare to leave my friend, (Dickinson)
• 207. Tho’ I get home how late — how late — (Dickinson)
• 208. The Rose did caper on her cheek — (Dickinson)
• 213. Did the Harebell loose her girdle (Dickinson)
• 215. What is — Paradise — (Dickinson)
• 217. Savior! I’ve no one else to tell — (Dickinson)
• 218. Is it true, dear Sue (Dickinson)
• 219. She sweeps with many-colored Brooms — (Dickinson)
• 22. All these my banners be. (Dickinson)
• 221. It can’t be Summer ! (Dickinson)
• 222. When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, (Dickinson)
• 223. I Came to buy a smile — today — (Dickinson)
• 224. I’ve nothing else — to bring, You know — (Dickinson)
• 227. Teach Him — When He makes the names — (Dickinson)
• 228. Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (Dickinson)
• 23. I had a guinea golden — (Dickinson)
• 230. We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing — (Dickinson)
• 231. God permits industrious Angels — (Dickinson)
• 233. The Lamp burns sure — within — (Dickinson)
• 235. The Court is far away — (Dickinson)
• 236. If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more — (Dickinson)
• 237. I think just how my shape will rise — (Dickinson)
• 24. There is a morn by men unseen — (Dickinson)
• 26. It’s all I have to bring today — (Dickinson)
• 281. ‘Tis so appalling — it exhilarates — (Dickinson)
• 282. How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, (Dickinson)
• 283. A Mien to move a Queen — (Dickinson)
• 284. The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea — (Dickinson)
• 285. The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune — (Dickinson)
• 286. That after Horror — that ‘twas us — (Dickinson)
• 287. A Clock stopped — (Dickinson)
• 288. I’m Nobody! Who are you (Dickinson)
• 289. I know some lonely Houses off the Road (Dickinson)
• 290. Of Bronze — and Blaze — (Dickinson)
• 291. How the old Mountains drip with Sunset (Dickinson)
• 292. If your Nerve, deny you — (Dickinson)
• 293. I got so I could take his name — (Dickinson)
• 294. The Doomed — regard the Sunrise (Dickinson)
• 295. Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me — (Dickinson)
• 296. One Year ago — jots what (Dickinson)
• 297. It’s like the Light — (Dickinson)
• 298. Alone, I cannot be — (Dickinson)
• 299. Your Riches — taught me — Poverty (Dickinson)
• 3. Sic transit gloria mundi (Dickinson)
• 300. Morning — means Milking — to the Farmer — (Dickinson)
• 301. I reason, Earth is short — (Dickinson)
• 302. Like Some Old fashioned Miracle (Dickinson)
• 303. The Soul selects her own Society — (Dickinson)
• 304. The Day came slow — till Five o’clock — (Dickinson)
• 305. The difference between Despair (Dickinson)
• 306. The Soul’s Superior instants (Dickinson)
• 307. The One who could repeat the Summer day — (Dickinson)
• 308. I send Two Sunsets — (Dickinson)
• 31. Summer for thee, grant I may be (Dickinson)
• 311. It sifts from Leaden Sieves — (Dickinson)
• 313. I should have been too glad, I see — (Dickinson)
• 314. Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling — (Dickinson)
• 315. He fumbles at your Soul (Dickinson)
• 316. The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard — today — (Dickinson)
• 317. Just so — Jesus — raps — (Dickinson)
• 318. I’ll tell you how the Sun rose — (Dickinson)
• 319. The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized — (Dickinson)
• 32. When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, (Dickinson)
• 320. We play at Paste — (Dickinson)
• 321. Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, (Dickinson)
• 322. There came a Day at Summer’s full, (Dickinson)
• 323. As if I asked a common Alms, (Dickinson)
• 325. Of Tribulation, these are They, (Dickinson)
• 326. I cannot dance upon my Toes — (Dickinson)
• 327. Before I got my eye put out (Dickinson)
• 328. A Bird came down the Walk — (Dickinson)
• 329. So glad we are — a Stranger’d deem (Dickinson)
• 33. If recollecting were forgetting, (Dickinson)
• 333. The Grass so little has to do — (Dickinson)
• 334. All the letters I can write (Dickinson)
• 335. ‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so — (Dickinson)
• 336. The face I carry with me — last — (Dickinson)
• 337. I know a place where Summer strives (Dickinson)
• 338. I know that He exists. (Dickinson)
• 339. I tend my flowers for thee — (Dickinson)
• 34. Garland for Queens, may be — (Dickinson)
• 340. Is Bliss then, such Abyss, (Dickinson)
• 341. After great pain, a formal feeling comes — (Dickinson)
• 342. It will be Summer — eventually. (Dickinson)
• 343. My Reward for Being, was This. (Dickinson)
• 346. Not probable — The barest Chance — (Dickinson)
• 347. When Night is almost done — (Dickinson)
• 348. I dreaded that first Robin, so, (Dickinson)
• 35. Nobody knows this little Rose — (Dickinson)
• 350. They leave us with the Infinite. (Dickinson)
• 351. I felt my life with both my hands (Dickinson)
• 354. From Cocoon forth a Butterfly (Dickinson)
• 356. The Day that I was crowned (Dickinson)
• 357. God is a distant — stately Lover — (Dickinson)
• 358. If any sink, assure that this, now standing — (Dickinson)
• 359. I gained it so — (Dickinson)
• 36. Snow flakes. (Dickinson)
• 362. It struck me — every Day — (Dickinson)
• 364. The Morning after Woe — (Dickinson)
• 365. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat (Dickinson)
• 37. Before the ice is in the pools — (Dickinson)
• 372. I know lives, I could miss (Dickinson)
• 39. It did not surprise me — (Dickinson)
• 4. On this wondrous sea (Dickinson)
• 40. When I count the seeds (Dickinson)
• 408. Unit, like Death, for Whom (Dickinson)
• 41. I robbed the Woods — (Dickinson)
• 410. The first Day’s Night had come — (Dickinson)
• 412. I read my sentence — steadily — (Dickinson)
• 42. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! (Dickinson)
• 44. If she had been the Mistletoe (Dickinson)
• 45. There’s something quieter than sleep (Dickinson)
• 450. Dreams — are well — but Waking’s better, (Dickinson)
• 46. I keep my pledge. (Dickinson)
• 47. Heart! We will forget him! (Dickinson)
• 48. Once more, my now bewildered Dove (Dickinson)
• 49. I never lost as much but twice, (Dickinson)
• 5. I have a Bird in spring (Dickinson)
• 50. I haven’t told my garden yet — (Dickinson)
• 51. I often passed the village (Dickinson)
• 52. Whether my bark went down at sea — (Dickinson)
• 534. We see — Comparatively — (Dickinson)
• 535. She’s happy, with a new Content — (Dickinson)
• 536. The Heart asks Pleasure — first — (Dickinson)
• 537. Me prove it now — Whoever doubt (Dickinson)
• 538. ‘Tis true — They shut me in the Cold — (Dickinson)
• 539. The Province of the Saved (Dickinson)
• 54. If I should die, (Dickinson)
• 540. I took my Power in my Hand — (Dickinson)
• 541. Some such Butterfly be seen (Dickinson)
• 544. The Martyr Poets — did not tell — (Dickinson)
• 547. I’ve seen a Dying Eye (Dickinson)
• 548. Death is potential to that Man (Dickinson)
• 56. If I should cease to bring a Rose (Dickinson)
• 561. I measure every Grief I meet (Dickinson)
• 563. I could not prove the Years had feet — (Dickinson)
• 565. One Anguish — in a Crowd — (Dickinson)
• 59. A little East of Jordan, (Dickinson)
• 6. Frequently the woods are pink (Dickinson)
• 60. Like her the Saints retire, (Dickinson)
• 616. I rose — because He sank — (Dickinson)
• 617. Don’t put up my Thread and Needle — (Dickinson)
• 618. At leisure is the Soul (Dickinson)
• 619. Glee — The great storm is over — (Dickinson)
• 620. It makes no difference abroad — (Dickinson)
• 621. I asked no other thing — (Dickinson)
• 622. To know just how He suffered — would be dear — (Dickinson)
• 623. It was too late for Man — (Dickinson)
• 624. Forever — is composed of Nows — (Dickinson)
• 625. ‘Twas a long Parting — but the time (Dickinson)
• 626. Only God — detect the Sorrow — (Dickinson)
• 627. The Tint I cannot take — is best — (Dickinson)
• 628. They called me to the Window, for (Dickinson)
• 629. I watched the Moon around the House (Dickinson)
• 63. If pain for peace prepares (Dickinson)
• 630. The Lightning playeth — all the while — (Dickinson)
• 631. Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — (Dickinson)
• 632. The Brain — is wider than the Sky — (Dickinson)
• 634. You’ll know Her — by Her Foot — (Dickinson)
• 635. I think the longest Hour of all (Dickinson)
• 636. The Way I read a Letter’s — this — (Dickinson)
• 637. The Child’s faith is new — (Dickinson)
• 638. To my small Hearth His fire came — (Dickinson)
• 639. My Portion is Defeat — today — (Dickinson)
• 64. Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair! (Dickinson)
• 640. I cannot live with You — (Dickinson)
• 641. Size circumscribes — it has no room (Dickinson)
• 642. Me from Myself — to banish — (Dickinson)
• 643. I could suffice for Him, I knew — (Dickinson)
• 644. You left me — Sire — two Legacies — (Dickinson)
• 645. Bereavement in their death to feel (Dickinson)
• 646. I think to Live — may be a Bliss (Dickinson)
• 647. A little Road — not made of Man — (Dickinson)
• 648. Promise This — When You be Dying — (Dickinson)
• 649. Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead (Dickinson)
• 65. I can’t tell you — but you feel it — (Dickinson)
• 650. Pain — has an Element of Blank — (Dickinson)
• 651. So much Summer (Dickinson)
• 652. A Prison gets to be a friend — (Dickinson)
• 653. Of Being is a Bird (Dickinson)
• 654. A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep — (Dickinson)
• 655. Without this — there is nought — (Dickinson)
• 656. The name — of it — is Autumn — (Dickinson)
• 657. I dwell in Possibility — (Dickinson)
• 658. Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red — (Dickinson)
• 659. That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, (Dickinson)
• 66. So from the mould (Dickinson)
• 660. ‘Tis good — the looking back on Grief — (Dickinson)
• 661. Could I but ride indefinite (Dickinson)
• 663. Again — his voice is at the door — (Dickinson)
• 664. Of all the Souls that stand create — (Dickinson)
• 665. Dropped into the Ether Acre — (Dickinson)
• 666. Ah, Teneriffe! (Dickinson)
• 667. Bloom upon the Mountain — stated — (Dickinson)
• 668. Nature is what we see — (Dickinson)
• 67. Success is counted sweetest (Dickinson)
• 670. One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — (Dickinson)
• 671. She dwelleth in the Ground — (Dickinson)
• 672. The Future — never spoke — (Dickinson)
• 673. The Love a Life can show Below (Dickinson)
• 674. The Soul that hath a Guest (Dickinson)
• 675. Essential Oils — are wrung — (Dickinson)
• 677. To be alive — is Power — (Dickinson)
• 678. Wolfe demanded during dying (Dickinson)
• 679. Conscious am I in my Chamber, (Dickinson)
• 680. Each Life Converges to some Centre — (Dickinson)
• 682. ‘Twould ease — a Butterfly — (Dickinson)
• 683. The Soul unto itself (Dickinson)
• 686. They say that Time assuages — (Dickinson)
• 687. I’ll send the feather from my Hat! (Dickinson)
• 689. The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous — (Dickinson)
• 69. Low at my problem bending, (Dickinson)
• 690. Victory comes late — (Dickinson)
• 691. Would you like summer Taste of ours. (Dickinson)
• 692. The Sun kept setting — setting — still (Dickinson)
• 693. Shells from the Coast mistaking — (Dickinson)
• 694. The Heaven vests for Each (Dickinson)
• 695. As if the Sea should part (Dickinson)
• 696. Their Height in Heaven comforts not — (Dickinson)
• 697. I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to — (Dickinson)
• 698. Life — is what we make of it — (Dickinson)
• 699. The Judge is like the Owl — (Dickinson)
• 7. The feet of people walking home (Dickinson)
• 70. Arcturus is his other name — (Dickinson)
• 700. You’ve seen Balloons set — Haven’t You (Dickinson)
• 701. A Thought went up my mind today — (Dickinson)
• 702. A first Mute Coming — (Dickinson)
• 703. Out of sight What of that (Dickinson)
• 704. No matter — now — Sweet — (Dickinson)
• 705. Suspense — is Hostiler than Death — (Dickinson)
• 706. Life, and Death, and Giants — (Dickinson)
• 708. I sometimes drop it, for a Quick — (Dickinson)
• 709. Publication — is the Auction (Dickinson)
• 71. A throe upon the features — (Dickinson)
• 710. The Sunrise runs for Both — (Dickinson)
• 711. Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds (Dickinson)
• 712. Because I could not stop for Death — (Dickinson)
• 713. Fame of Myself, to justify, (Dickinson)
• 715. The World — feels Dusty (Dickinson)
• 716. The Day undressed — Herself — (Dickinson)
• 717. The Beggar Lad — dies early — (Dickinson)
• 718. I meant to find Her when I came — (Dickinson)
• 719. A South Wind — has a pathos (Dickinson)
• 721. Behind Me — dips Eternity — (Dickinson)
• 722. Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie — (Dickinson)
• 723. It tossed — and tossed — (Dickinson)
• 724. It’s easy to invent a Life — (Dickinson)
• 725. Where Thou art — that — is Home — (Dickinson)
• 726. We thirst at first — ‘tis Nature’s Act — (Dickinson)
• 727. Precious to Me — She still shall be — (Dickinson)
• 728. Let Us play Yesterday — (Dickinson)
• 73. Who never lost, are unprepared (Dickinson)
• 731. I want — it pleaded — All its life — (Dickinson)
• 732. She rose to His Requirement — dropt (Dickinson)
• 733. The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. (Dickinson)
• 734. If He were living — dare I ask — (Dickinson)
• 735. Upon Concluded Lives (Dickinson)
• 736. Have any like Myself (Dickinson)
• 737. The Moon was but a Chin of Gold (Dickinson)
• 738. You said that I was Great — one Day — (Dickinson)
• 739. I many times thought Peace had come (Dickinson)
• 74. A Lady red — amid the Hill (Dickinson)
• 740. You taught me Waiting with Myself — (Dickinson)
• 741. Drama’s Vitallest Expression is the Common Day (Dickinson)
• 742. Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre — (Dickinson)
• 743. The Birds reported from the South — (Dickinson)
• 744. Remorse — is Memory — awake — (Dickinson)
• 745. Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue — (Dickinson)
• 746. Never for Society (Dickinson)
• 747. It dropped so low — in my Regard — (Dickinson)
• 748. Autumn — overlooked my Knitting — (Dickinson)
• 749. All but Death, can be Adjusted — (Dickinson)
• 75. She died at play, (Dickinson)
• 750. Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature — (Dickinson)
• 751. My Worthiness is all my Doubt — (Dickinson)
• 752. So the Eyes accost — and sunder (Dickinson)
• 753. My Soul — accused me — And I quailed — (Dickinson)
• 754. My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun — (Dickinson)
• 755. No Bobolink — reverse His Singing (Dickinson)
• 756. One Blessing had I than the rest (Dickinson)
• 757. The Mountains — grow unnoticed — (Dickinson)
• 758. These — saw Visions — (Dickinson)
• 759. He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose — (Dickinson)
• 76. Exultation is the going (Dickinson)
• 760. Most she touched me by her muteness — (Dickinson)
• 761. From Blank to Blank — (Dickinson)
• 762. The Whole of it came not at once — (Dickinson)
• 763. He told a homely tale (Dickinson)
• 764. Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn — (Dickinson)
• 766. My Faith is larger than the Hills — (Dickinson)
• 767. To offer brave assistance (Dickinson)
• 768. When I hoped, I recollect (Dickinson)
• 769. One and One — are One — (Dickinson)
• 77. I never hear the word escape (Dickinson)
• 770. I lived on Dread — (Dickinson)
• 771. None can experience sting (Dickinson)
• 772. The hallowing of Pain (Dickinson)
• 773. Deprived of other Banquet, (Dickinson)
• 774. It is a lonesome Glee — (Dickinson)
• 776. The Color of a Queen, is this — (Dickinson)
• 777. The Loneliness One dare not sound — (Dickinson)
• 778. This that would greet — an hour ago — (Dickinson)
• 779. The Service without Hope — (Dickinson)
• 78. A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart — (Dickinson)
• 780. The Truth — is stirless — (Dickinson)
• 782. There is an arid Pleasure — (Dickinson)
• 783. The Birds begun at Four o’clock — (Dickinson)
• 784. Bereaved of all, I went abroad — (Dickinson)
• 786. Severer Service of myself (Dickinson)
• 787. Such is the Force of Happiness — (Dickinson)
• 788. Joy to have merited the Pain — (Dickinson)
• 789. On a Columnar Self — (Dickinson)
• 79. Going to Heaven! (Dickinson)
• 790. Nature — the Gentlest Mother is, (Dickinson)
• 791. God gave a Loaf to every Bird — (Dickinson)
• 792. Through the strait pass of suffering — (Dickinson)
• 793. Grief is a Mouse — (Dickinson)
• 794. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree — (Dickinson)
• 797. By my Window have I for Scenery (Dickinson)
• 798. She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc — (Dickinson)
• 80. Our lives are Swiss — (Dickinson)
• 801. I play at Riches — to appease (Dickinson)
• 805. This Bauble was preferred of Bees — (Dickinson)
• 81. We should not mind so small a flower — (Dickinson)
• 811. The Veins of other Flowers (Dickinson)
• 812. A Light exists in Spring (Dickinson)
• 814. One Day is there of the Series (Dickinson)
• 815. The Luxury to apprehend (Dickinson)
• 82. Whose cheek is this (Dickinson)
• 821. Away from Home are some and I — (Dickinson)
• 822. This Consciousness that is aware (Dickinson)
• 824. The Wind begun to knead the Grass — (Dickinson)
• 828. The Robin is the One (Dickinson)
• 83. Heart, not so heavy as mine (Dickinson)
• 830. To this World she returned. (Dickinson)
• 831. Dying! To be afraid of thee (Dickinson)
• 833. Perhaps you think me stooping (Dickinson)
• 84. Her breast is fit for pearls, (Dickinson)
• 840. I cannot buy it — ‘tis not sold — (Dickinson)
• 85. They have not chosen me, he said, (Dickinson)
• 851. When the Astronomer stops seeking (Dickinson)
• 853. When One has given up One’s life (Dickinson)
• 855. To own the Art within the Soul (Dickinson)
• 856. There is a finished feeling (Dickinson)
• 858. This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life (Dickinson)
• 861. Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music — (Dickinson)
• 862. Light is sufficient to itself — (Dickinson)
• 865. He outstripped Time with but a Bout, (Dickinson)
• 867. Escaping backward to perceive (Dickinson)
• 869. Because the Bee may blameless hum (Dickinson)
• 872. As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies (Dickinson)
• 874. They won’t frown always — some sweet Day (Dickinson)
• 875. I stepped from Plank to Plank (Dickinson)
• 878. The Sun is gay or stark (Dickinson)
• 879. Each Second is the last (Dickinson)
• 88. As by the dead we love to sit, (Dickinson)
• 880. The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb (Dickinson)
• 881. I’ve none to tell me to but Thee (Dickinson)
• 885. Our little Kinsmen — after Rain (Dickinson)
• 888. When I have seen the Sun emerge (Dickinson)
• 889. Crisis is a Hair (Dickinson)
• 89. Some things that fly there be — (Dickinson)
• 891. To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred — (Dickinson)
• 892. Who occupies this House (Dickinson)
• 894. Of Consciousness, her awful Mate (Dickinson)
• 895. A Cloud withdrew from the Sky (Dickinson)
• 898. How happy I was if I could forget (Dickinson)
• 90. Within my reach! (Dickinson)
• 900. What did They do since I saw Them (Dickinson)
• 901. Sweet, to have had them lost (Dickinson)
• 902. The first Day that I was a Life (Dickinson)
• 904. Had I not This, or This, I said, (Dickinson)
• 906. The Admirations — and Contempts — of time — (Dickinson)
• 907. Till Death — is narrow Loving — (Dickinson)
• 909. I make His Crescent fill or lack — (Dickinson)
• 91. So bashful when I spied her! (Dickinson)
• 911. Too little way the House must lie (Dickinson)
• 94. Angels, in the early morning (Dickinson)
• 95. My nosegays are for Captives — (Dickinson)
• 959. A loss of something ever felt I — (Dickinson)
• 960. As plan for Noon and plan for Night (Dickinson)
• 961. Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee (Dickinson)
• 963. A nearness to Tremendousness — (Dickinson)
• 965. Denial — is the only fact (Dickinson)
• 966. All forgot for recollecting (Dickinson)
• 968. Fitter to see Him, I may be (Dickinson)
• 97. The rainbow never tells me (Dickinson)
• 970. Color — Caste — Denomination — (Dickinson)
• 971. Robbed by Death — but that was easy — (Dickinson)
• 972. Unfulfilled to Observation — (Dickinson)
• 973. ‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me — (Dickinson)
• 974. The Soul’s distinct connection (Dickinson)
• 975. The Mountain sat upon the Plain (Dickinson)
• 977. Besides this May (Dickinson)
• 978. It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon — (Dickinson)
• 98. One dignity delays for all — (Dickinson)
• 981. As Sleigh Bells seem in summer (Dickinson)
• 984. ‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight (Dickinson)
• 985. The Missing All — prevented Me (Dickinson)
• 987. The Leaves like Women interchange (Dickinson)
• 989. Gratitude — is not the mention (Dickinson)
• 99. New feet within my garden go — (Dickinson)
• 990. Not all die early, dying young — (Dickinson)
• 995. This was in the White of the Year — (Dickinson)
• 997. Crumbling is not an instant’s Act (Dickinson)
• A Lyric ‘If Time and Space, as Sages say’ (Eliot)
• A Dedication to my Wife (Eliot)
• A, B, C (Eliot)
• APPENDIX POEMS WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH (Eliot)
• Before Morning (Eliot)
• Circe’s Palace (Eliot)
• COLLECTED POEMS 1909–1962 (Eliot)
• Conversation Galante (Eliot)
• Eyes that last I saw in tears (Eliot)
• Five-Finger Exercises (Eliot)
• Humouresque (Eliot)
• Hysteria (Eliot)
• Landscapes (Eliot)
• Lines for an Old Man (Eliot)
• Marina (Eliot)
• MINOR POEMS (Eliot)
• Morning at the Window (Eliot)
• Preludes (Eliot)
• Spleen (Eliot)
• The Ad-dressing of Cats (Eliot)
• The Naming of Cats (Eliot)
• The wind sprang up at four o’clock (Eliot)
• VI Although I do not hope to turn again (Eliot)
• A Draught of Sunshine (Keats)
• Fill for me a brimming bowl (Keats)
• Lines (Keats)
• On Death (Keats)
• Stanzas (Keats)
• Stanzas to Miss Wylie (Keats)
• TO (Keats)
• TO SOME LADIES (Keats)
• To — (Keats)
• Two or Three (Keats)
• A Dream (Poe)
• A Valentine (Poe)
• Alone (Poe)
• Dream-Land (Poe)
• Dreams (Poe)
• Evening Star (Poe)
• Fairy-Land (Poe)
• For Annie (Poe)
• Imitation (Poe)
• In Youth I Have Known One (Poe)
• Israfel (Poe)
• Lenore (Poe)
• O Marie Louise (shew) (Poe)
• Romance (Poe)
• Song (Poe)
• Spirits of the Dead (Poe)
• The Bells (Poe)
• The City in the Sea (Poe)
• The Coliseum (Poe)
• The Conqueror Worm (Poe)
• The Forest Reverie (Poe)
• The Happiest Day (Poe)
• The Haunted Palace (Poe)
• The Lake — To— (Poe)
• The Sleeper (Poe)
• The Valley of Unrest (Poe)
• The Village Street (Poe)
• To — (Poe) (2)
• To — (Poe)
• To F— (Poe)
• To Frances S. Osgood (Poe)
• To Helen (Poe)
• To Helen (Poe) (2)
• To Isadore (Poe)
• To One in Paradise (Poe)
• To the River— (Poe)
• Ulalume (Poe)
• A Lover’s Complaint (Shakespeare)
• RICHARD II (Shakespeare)
• ROMEO AND JULIET (Shakespeare)
• Sonnet 145 (Shakespeare)
• VARIOUS POEMS (Shakespeare)
• A Noiseless Patient Spider (Whitman)
• A Prairie Sunset (Whitman)
• After the Dazzle of Day (Whitman)
• After the Sea-Ship (Whitman)
• Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats (Whitman)
• As I Sit Writing Here (Whitman)
• As the Greek’s Signal Flame (Whitman)
• Broadway (Whitman)
• Continuities (Whitman)
• Darest Thou Now O Soul (Whitman)
• Delicate Cluster (Whitman)
• Drum-Taps (Whitman)
• From Montauk Point (Whitman)
• Good-Bye My Fancy! (Whitman)
• Halcyon Days (Whitman)
• Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour (Whitman)
• Leaves of Grass (Whitman)
• Locations and Times (Whitman)
• Long, Too Long America (Whitman)
• Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only (Whitman)
• Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone (Whitman)
• Not Youth Pertains to Me (Whitman)
• Of That Blithe Throat of Thine (Whitman)
• Old Age’s Lambent Peaks (Whitman)
• Orange Buds by Mail from Florida (Whitman)
• Out of May’s Shows Selected (Whitman)
• Paumanok (Whitman)
• Queries to My Seventieth Year (Whitman)
• Quicksand Years (Whitman)
• Red Jacket (From Aloft) (Whitman)
• Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher (Whitman)
• Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here (Whitman)
• Sounds of the Winter (Whitman)
• Tears (Whitman)
• Thanks in Old Age (Whitman)
• The Commonplace (Whitman)
• The Dalliance of the Eagles (Whitman)
• The Dismantled Ship (Whitman)
• The First Dandelion (Whitman)
• The Last Invocation (Whitman)
• The Ship Starting (Whitman)
• The Voice of the Rain (Whitman)
• To a Certain Civilian (Whitman)
• To the Man-of-War-Bird (Whitman)
• Weave in, My Hardy Life (Whitman)
• When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer (Whitman)
• Whispers of Heavenly Death (Whitman)
• You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me (Whitman)
• The Ballad of Reading Gaol (Wilde)
• Songs of the Road (Conan Doyle)
• The Guards Came Through and Other Poems (Conan Doyle)
• Sonnets and Verse (Belloc)
• Verses and Sonnets (Belloc)

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