| 1 | A Night -- there lay the Days between |
| 2 | Again -- his voice is at the door -- |
| 3 | All the letters I can write |
| 4 | I could suffice for Him, I knew -- |
| 5 | I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
| 6 | "And with what body do they come?" -- |
| 7 | "Arcturus" is his other name |
| 8 | "Faith" is a fine invention |
| 9 | "Faithful to the end" Amended |
| 10 | "Go tell it" -- What a Message -- |
| 11 | "Go travelling with us!" |
| 12 | "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! |
| 13 | "Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- |
| 14 | "Heavenly Father" -- take to thee |
| 15 | "Hope" is the thing with feathers |
| 16 | "Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me |
| 17 | "I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life -- |
| 18 | "Lethe" in my flower, |
| 19 | "Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer |
| 20 | "Nature" is what we see -- |
| 21 | "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me |
| 22 | "Remember me" implored the Thief! |
| 23 | "Secrets" is a daily word |
| 24 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 25 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 26 | "Sown in dishonor"! |
| 27 | "Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- |
| 28 | "They have not chosen me," he said, |
| 29 | "Tomorrow" -- whose location |
| 30 | "Unto Me?" I do not know you -- |
| 31 | "Was not" was all the Statement. |
| 32 | "Why do I love" You, Sir? |
| 33 | 'Tis Anguish grander than Delight |
| 34 | 'Tis customary as we part |
| 35 | 'Tis easier to pity those when dead |
| 36 | 'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- |
| 37 | 'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls |
| 38 | 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun |
| 39 | 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so |
| 40 | 'Tis not the swaying frame we miss, |
| 41 | 'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- |
| 42 | 'Tis Opposites -- entice |
| 43 | 'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War |
| 44 | 'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates |
| 45 | 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! |
| 46 | 'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou |
| 47 | 'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold -- |
| 48 | 'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- |
| 49 | 'Twas a long Parting -- but the time |
| 50 | 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me -- |
| 51 | 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room |
| 52 | 'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- |
| 53 | 'Twas fighting for his Life he was -- |
| 54 | 'Twas here my summer paused |
| 55 | 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. |
| 56 | 'Twas later when the summer went |
| 57 | 'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, |
| 58 | 'Twas Love -- not me |
| 59 | 'Twas my one Glory -- |
| 60 | 'Twas such a little -- little boat |
| 61 | 'Twas the old -- road -- through pain |
| 62 | 'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- |
| 63 | 'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- |
| 64 | A Bee his burnished Carriage |
| 65 | A Bird came down the Walk |
| 66 | A Burdock -- clawed my Gown |
| 67 | A Cap of Lead across the sky |
| 68 | A Charm invests a face |
| 69 | A chilly Peace infests the Grass |
| 70 | A Clock stopped |
| 71 | A Cloud withdrew from the Sky |
| 72 | A Coffin -- is a small Domain, |
| 73 | A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- |
| 74 | A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, |
| 75 | A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear |
| 76 | A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! |
| 77 | A Death blow is a Life blow to Some |
| 78 | A Deed knocks first at Thought |
| 79 | A Dew sufficed itself -- |
| 80 | A Diamond on the Hand |
| 81 | A Dimple in the Tomb |
| 82 | A Door just opened on a street -- |
| 83 | A doubt if it be Us |
| 84 | A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- |
| 85 | A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork |
| 86 | A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- |
| 87 | A face devoid of love or grace, |
| 88 | A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes |
| 89 | A feather from the Whippoorwill |
| 90 | A Field of Stubble, lying sere |
| 91 | A first Mute Coming -- |
| 92 | A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, |
| 93 | A full fed Rose on meals of Tint |
| 94 | A fuzzy fellow, without feet, |
| 95 | A great Hope fell |
| 96 | A happy lip -- breaks sudden |
| 97 | A House upon the Height |
| 98 | A Lady red -- amid the Hill |
| 99 | A lane of Yellow led the eye |
| 100 | A Letter is a joy of Earth -- |
| 101 | A Light exists in Spring |
| 102 | A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb |
| 103 | A little Dog that wags his tail |
| 104 | A little East of Jordan, |
| 105 | A little Madness in the Spring |
| 106 | A little overflowing word |
| 107 | A little Road -- not made of Man -- |
| 108 | A little Snow was here and there |
| 109 | A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- |
| 110 | A loss of something ever felt I -- |
| 111 | A Man may make a Remark -- |
| 112 | A Mien to move a Queen |
| 113 | A Mine there is no Man would own |
| 114 | A Moth the hue of this |
| 115 | A Murmur in the Trees -- to note |
| 116 | A narrow Fellow in the Grass |
| 117 | A nearness to Tremendousness -- |
| 118 | A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring |
| 119 | A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- |
| 120 | A Planted Life -- diversified |
| 121 | A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart |
| 122 | A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis |
| 123 | A Prison gets to be a friend -- |
| 124 | A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- |
| 125 | A Rat surrendered here |
| 126 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 127 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 128 | A Saucer holds a Cup |
| 129 | A science -- so the Savants say, |
| 130 | A Secret told |
| 131 | A sepal, petal, and a thorn |
| 132 | A Shade upon the mind there passes |
| 133 | A shady friend -- for Torrid days |
| 134 | A Sickness of this World it most occasions |
| 135 | A single Clover Plank |
| 136 | A single Screw of Flesh |
| 137 | A slash of Blue |
| 138 | A Sloop of Amber slips away |
| 139 | A soft Sea washed around the House |
| 140 | A solemn thing -- it was -- I said |
| 141 | A Solemn thing within the Soul |
| 142 | A something in a summer's Day |
| 143 | A South Wind -- has a pathos |
| 144 | A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig |
| 145 | A Spider sewed at Night |
| 146 | A stagnant pleasure like a Pool |
| 147 | A still -- Volcano -- Life -- |
| 148 | A Thought went up my mind today -- |
| 149 | A throe upon the features |
| 150 | A Toad, can die of Light -- |
| 151 | A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! |
| 152 | A Tooth upon Our Peace |
| 153 | A train went through a burial gate, |
| 154 | A transport one cannot contain |
| 155 | A Visitor in Marl |
| 156 | A Weight with Needles on the pounds |
| 157 | A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be |
| 158 | A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds |
| 159 | A Wind that rose |
| 160 | A winged spark doth soar about -- |
| 161 | A Word dropped careless on a Page |
| 162 | A word is dead |
| 163 | A Word made Flesh is seldom |
| 164 | A World made penniless by that departure |
| 165 | A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest |
| 166 | Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier |
| 167 | Abraham to kill him -- |
| 168 | Absence disembodies -- so does Death |
| 169 | Absent Place -- an April Day -- |
| 170 | Adrift! A little boat adrift! |
| 171 | Advance is Life's condition |
| 172 | Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? |
| 173 | After a hundred years |
| 174 | After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- |
| 175 | After great pain, a formal feeling comes |
| 176 | After the Sun comes out |
| 177 | Ah, Moon -- and Star! |
| 178 | Ah, Necromancy Sweet! |
| 179 | Ah, Teneriffe! |
| 180 | Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, |
| 181 | All but Death, can be Adjusted -- |
| 182 | All Circumstances are the Frame |
| 183 | All forgot for recollecting |
| 184 | All I may, if small, |
| 185 | All men for Honor hardest work |
| 186 | All overgrown by cunning moss, |
| 187 | All that I do |
| 188 | All these my banners be. |
| 189 | All things swept sole away |
| 190 | Alone and in a Circumstance |
| 191 | Alone, I cannot be |
| 192 | Alter! When the Hills do -- |
| 193 | Although I put away his life |
| 194 | Always Mine! |
| 195 | Ambition cannot find him. |
| 196 | Ample make this Bed -- |
| 197 | An altered look about the hills |
| 198 | An antiquated Grace |
| 199 | An Antiquated Tree |
| 200 | An honest Tear |
| 201 | An Hour is a Sea |
| 202 | An ignorance a Sunset |
| 203 | And this of all my Hopes |
| 204 | Angels, in the early morning |
| 205 | Answer July |
| 206 | Apology for Her |
| 207 | Apparently with no surprise |
| 208 | Are Friends Delight or Pain? |
| 209 | Arrows enamored of his Heart -- |
| 210 | Art thou the thing I wanted? |
| 211 | Artists wrestled here! |
| 212 | As by the dead we love to sit, |
| 213 | As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" |
| 214 | As Everywhere of Silver |
| 215 | As far from pity, as complaint |
| 216 | As from the earth the light Balloon |
| 217 | As Frost is best conceived |
| 218 | As if I asked a common Alms |
| 219 | As if some little Arctic flower |
| 220 | As if the Sea should part |
| 221 | As imperceptibly as Grief |
| 222 | As old as Woe -- |
| 223 | As One does Sickness over |
| 224 | As plan for Noon and plan for Night |
| 225 | As Sleigh Bells seem in summer |
| 226 | As subtle as tomorrow |
| 227 | As Summer into Autumn slips |
| 228 | As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies |
| 229 | As Watchers hang upon the East, |
| 230 | As we pass Houses musing slow |
| 231 | As willing lid o'er weary eye |
| 232 | Ashes denote that Fire was -- |
| 233 | At Half past Three, a single Bird |
| 234 | At last, to be identified! |
| 235 | At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- |
| 236 | At leisure is the Soul |
| 237 | Aurora is the effort |
| 238 | Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- |
| 239 | Awake ye muses nine |
| 240 | Away from Home are some and I -- |
| 241 | Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee |
| 242 | Baffled for just a day or two |
| 243 | Banish Air from Air -- |
| 244 | Be Mine the Doom -- |
| 245 | Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- |
| 246 | Beauty crowds me till I die |
| 247 | Because 'twas Riches I could own, |
| 248 | Because He loves Her |
| 249 | Because I could not stop for Death |
| 250 | Because my Brook is fluent |
| 251 | Because that you are going |
| 252 | Because the Bee may blameless hum |
| 253 | Bee! I'm expecting you! |
| 254 | Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- |
| 255 | Before He comes we weigh the Time! |
| 256 | Before I got my eye put out |
| 257 | Before the ice is in the pools |
| 258 | Before you thought of Spring |
| 259 | Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- |
| 260 | Behold this little Bane -- |
| 261 | Belshazzar had a Letter -- |
| 262 | Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- |
| 263 | Bereavement in their death to feel |
| 264 | Besides the Autumn poets sing |
| 265 | Besides this May |
| 266 | Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- |
| 267 | Best Things dwell out of Sight |
| 268 | Best Witchcraft is Geometry |
| 269 | Betrothed to Righteousness might be |
| 270 | Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- |
| 271 | Between My Country -- and the Others -- |
| 272 | Between the form of Life and Life |
| 273 | Bind me -- I still can sing -- |
| 274 | Birthday of but a single pang |
| 275 | Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple |
| 276 | Bless God, he went as soldiers, |
| 277 | Bliss is the plaything of the child -- |
| 278 | Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower |
| 279 | Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- |
| 280 | Blossoms will run away, |
| 281 | Bound -- a trouble |
| 282 | Bring me the sunset in a cup, |
| 283 | Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- |
| 284 | But little Carmine hath her face -- |
| 285 | By a departing light |
| 286 | By a flower -- By a letter |
| 287 | By Chivalries as tiny, |
| 288 | By homely gift and hindered Words |
| 289 | By my Window have I for Scenery |
| 290 | By such and such an offering |
| 291 | Candor -- my tepid friend -- |
| 292 | Circumference thou Bride of Awe |
| 293 | Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! |
| 294 | Climbing to reach the costly Hearts |
| 295 | Cocoon above! Cocoon below! |
| 296 | Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- |
| 297 | Come show thy Durham Breast |
| 298 | Come slowly -- Eden! |
| 299 | Conferring with myself |
| 300 | Confirming All who analyze |
| 301 | Conjecturing a Climate |
| 302 | Conscious am I in my Chamber, |
| 303 | Consulting summer's clock, |
| 304 | Contained in this short Life |
| 305 | Cosmopolities without a plea |
| 306 | Could -- I do more -- for Thee |
| 307 | Could Hope inspect her Basis |
| 308 | Could I -- then -- shut the door |
| 309 | Could I but ride indefinite |
| 310 | Could live -- did live |
| 311 | Could mortal lip divine |
| 312 | Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell |
| 313 | Count not that far that can be had, |
| 314 | Crisis is a Hair |
| 315 | Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart |
| 316 | Crumbling is not an instant's Act |
| 317 | Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? |
| 318 | Dear March -- Come in -- |
| 319 | Death is a Dialogue between |
| 320 | Death is like the insect |
| 321 | Death is potential to that Man |
| 322 | Death is the supple Suitor |
| 323 | Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, |
| 324 | Death sets a Thing significant |
| 325 | Death warrants are supposed to be |
| 326 | Death's Waylaying not the sharpest |
| 327 | Declaiming Waters none may dread -- |
| 328 | Defrauded I a Butterfly -- |
| 329 | Delayed till she had ceased to know |
| 330 | Delight -- becomes pictorial -- |
| 331 | Delight is as the flight |
| 332 | Delight's Despair at setting |
| 333 | Denial -- is the only fact |
| 334 | Departed -- to the Judgment -- |
| 335 | Deprived of other Banquet, |
| 336 | Despair's advantage is achieved |
| 337 | Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- |
| 338 | Did life's penurious length |
| 339 | Did Our Best Moment last |
| 340 | Did the Harebell loose her girdle |
| 341 | Did We abolish Frost |
| 342 | Did we disobey Him? |
| 343 | Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- |
| 344 | Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox |
| 345 | Distrustful of the Gentian |
| 346 | Do People moulder equally, |
| 347 | Dominion lasts until obtained -- |
| 348 | Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- |
| 349 | Doom is the House without the Door |
| 350 | Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! |
| 351 | Down Time's quaint stream |
| 352 | Drab Habitation of Whom? |
| 353 | Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day |
| 354 | Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, |
| 355 | Dreams are the subtle Dower |
| 356 | Dropped into the Ether Acre -- |
| 357 | Drowning is not so pitiful |
| 358 | Dust is the only Secret |
| 359 | Dying at my music! |
| 360 | Dying! To be afraid of thee |
| 361 | Dying! Dying in the night! |
| 362 | Each Life Converges to some Centre -- |
| 363 | Each Scar I'll keep for Him |
| 364 | Each Second is the last |
| 365 | Each that we lose takes part of us; |
| 366 | Eden is that old-fashioned House |
| 367 | Elijah's Wagon knew no thill |
| 368 | Elizabeth told Essex |
| 369 | Elysium is as far as to |
| 370 | Embarrassment of one another |
| 371 | Empty my Heart, of Thee -- |
| 372 | Endanger it, and the Demand |
| 373 | Ended, ere it begun -- |
| 374 | Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- |
| 375 | Escape is such a thankful Word |
| 376 | Escaping backward to perceive |
| 377 | Essential Oils -- are wrung -- |
| 378 | Estranged from Beauty -- none can be -- |
| 379 | Except the Heaven had come so near |
| 380 | Except the smaller size |
| 381 | Except to Heaven, she is nought. |
| 382 | Exhilaration -- is within |
| 383 | Exhilaration is the Breeze |
| 384 | Expanse cannot be lost -- |
| 385 | Expectation -- is Contentment -- |
| 386 | Experience is the Angled Road |
| 387 | Experiment escorts us last -- |
| 388 | Experiment to me |
| 389 | Extol thee -- could I? Then I will |
| 390 | Exultation is the going |
| 391 | Facts by our side are never sudden |
| 392 | Fairer through Fading -- as the Day |
| 393 | Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge |
| 394 | Falsehood of Thee could I suppose |
| 395 | Fame is a bee. |
| 396 | Fame is a fickle food |
| 397 | Fame is the one that does not stay -- |
| 398 | Fame is the tine that Scholars leave |
| 399 | Fame of Myself, to justify, |
| 400 | Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die |
| 401 | Far from Love the Heavenly Father |
| 402 | Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- |
| 403 | Few, yet enough, |
| 404 | Finding is the first Act |
| 405 | Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- |
| 406 | Fitter to see Him, I may be |
| 407 | Floss won't save you from an Abyss |
| 408 | Flowers -- Well -- if anybody |
| 409 | Follow wise Orion |
| 410 | For Death -- or rather |
| 411 | For each ecstatic instant |
| 412 | For every Bird a Nest |
| 413 | For largest Woman's Hearth I knew |
| 414 | For this -- accepted Breath |
| 415 | Forbidden Fruit a flavor has |
| 416 | Forever -- it composed of Nows -- |
| 417 | Forever at His side to walk |
| 418 | Forever honored by the Tree |
| 419 | Forget! The lady with the Amulet |
| 420 | Fortitude incarnate |
| 421 | Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- |
| 422 | Frequently the wood are pink |
| 423 | Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- |
| 424 | From all the Jails the Boys and Girls |
| 425 | From Blank to Blank -- |
| 426 | From Cocoon forth a Butterfly |
| 427 | From his slim Palace in the Dust |
| 428 | From Us She wandered now a Year, |
| 429 | Funny -- to be a Century |
| 430 | Further in Summer than the Birds |
| 431 | Garland for Queens, may be |
| 432 | Gathered into the Earth, |
| 433 | Give little Anguish |
| 434 | Given in Marriage unto Thee |
| 435 | Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril |
| 436 | Glee -- The great storm is over -- |
| 437 | Glory is that bright tragic thing |
| 438 | Glowing is her Bonnet, |
| 439 | Go not too near a House of Rose -- |
| 440 | Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself |
| 441 | Go thy great way! |
| 442 | God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- |
| 443 | God is a distant -- stately Lover |
| 444 | God is indeed a jealous God -- |
| 445 | God made a little Gentian |
| 446 | God made no act without a cause, |
| 447 | God permits industrious Angels |
| 448 | Going to Heaven! |
| 449 | Going to Him! Happy letter! |
| 450 | Good Morning -- Midnight |
| 451 | Good Night! Which put the Candle out? |
| 452 | Good night, because we must, |
| 453 | Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! |
| 454 | Gratitude -- is not the mention |
| 455 | Great Caesar! Condescend |
| 456 | Great Streets of silence led away |
| 457 | Grief is a Mouse -- |
| 458 | Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- |
| 459 | Guest am I to have |
| 460 | Had I known that the first was the last |
| 461 | Had I not seen the Sun |
| 462 | Had I not This, or This, I said, |
| 463 | Had I presumed to hope -- |
| 464 | Had this one Day not been. |
| 465 | Had we known the Ton she bore |
| 466 | Had we our senses |
| 467 | Have any like Myself |
| 468 | Have you got a Brook in your little heart, |
| 469 | He ate and drank the precious Words -- |
| 470 | He forgot -- and I -- remembered |
| 471 | He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- |
| 472 | He found my Being -- set it up -- |
| 473 | He fumbles at your Soul |
| 474 | He gave away his Life -- |
| 475 | He is alive, this morning -- |
| 476 | He lived the Life of Ambush |
| 477 | He outstripped Time with but a Bout, |
| 478 | He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- |
| 479 | He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- |
| 480 | He put the Belt around my life |
| 481 | He scanned it -- staggered -- |
| 482 | He strained my faith |
| 483 | He told a homely tale |
| 484 | He touched me, so I live to know |
| 485 | He was my host -- he was my guest, |
| 486 | He was weak, and I was strong -- then |
| 487 | He went by sleep that drowsy route |
| 488 | He who in Himself believes -- |
| 489 | Heart! We will forget him! |
| 490 | Heart, not so heavy as mine |
| 491 | Heaven is so far of the Mind |
| 492 | Her -- "last Poems" |
| 493 | Her breast is fit for pearls, |
| 494 | Her face was in a bed of hair, |
| 495 | Her final Summer was it -- |
| 496 | Her Grace is all she has -- |
| 497 | Her little Parasol to lift |
| 498 | Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- |
| 499 | Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- |
| 500 | Her sovereign People |
| 501 | Her spirit rose to such a height |
| 502 | Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
| 503 | Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night |
| 504 | Here, where the Daisies fit my Head |
| 505 | Herein a Blossom lies -- |
| 506 | High from the earth I heard a bird, |
| 507 | His Bill an Auger is |
| 508 | His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- |
| 509 | His Cheek is his Biographer -- |
| 510 | His Feet are shod with Gauze -- |
| 511 | His Heart was darker than the starless night |
| 512 | His little Hearse like Figure |
| 513 | His Mansion in the Pool |
| 514 | His Mind like Fabrics of the East |
| 515 | His mind of man, a secret makes |
| 516 | His oriental heresies |
| 517 | His voice decrepit was with Joy -- |
| 518 | Hope is a strange invention -- |
| 519 | Hope is a subtle Glutton -- |
| 520 | How brittle are the Piers |
| 521 | How dare the robins sing, |
| 522 | How destitute is he< |
