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First Line/Title | Date | Recipient | Edition | Number | More |
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The luxury to apprehend | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-0 | + | ||
I spilt the dew but took the morn, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-0 | + | ||
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine | 1850 | Elbridge Gridley Bowdoin | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1A | + |
SUCCESS | Poems 1890 | P90-1 | + | ||
Adventure most unto itself | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-1 | + | ||
REAL RICHES | Poems 1896 | P96-1 | + | ||
Valentine week | 1850 | Elbridge Gridley Bowdoin | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1 | + |
I'm nobody! Who are you? | Poems 1891 | P91-1 | + | ||
Sic transit gloria mundi | 1852 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F2A | + | |
Sic transit gloria mundi | 1852 | William Howland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F2B | + |
Our share of night to bear, | Poems 1890 | P90-2 | + | ||
The Soul that hath a Guest, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-2 | + | ||
There is another sky, | 1851 | Austin Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J2 | + |
SUPERIORITY TO FATE | Poems 1896 | P96-2 | + | ||
I bring an unaccustomed wine | Poems 1891 | P91-2 | + | ||
On this wondrous sea | 1853 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F3A | + |
On this wondrous sea | 1853 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F3B | + | |
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. | Poems 1891 | P91-3 | + | ||
Except the smaller size, no Lives are round, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-3 | + | ||
ROUGE ET NOIR | Poems 1890 | P90-3 | + | ||
HOPE | Poems 1896 | P96-3 | + | ||
"Sic transit gloria mundi," | 1852 | William Howland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J3 | + |
I have a bird in spring | 1854 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F4A | + |
I have a bird in spring | 1854 | Elizabeth Holland (and Josiah Holland) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F4B | + |
We play at paste, | Poems 1891 | P91-4 | + | ||
ROUGE GAGNE | Poems 1890 | P90-4 | + | ||
FORBIDDEN FRUIT | Poems 1896 | P96-4 | + | ||
On this wondrous sea | 1853 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J4 | + |
Fame is a fickle food | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-4 | + | ||
One sister have I in our house | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F5A | + |
One sister have I in the house | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F5B | + | |
FORBIDDEN FRUIT | Poems 1896 | P96-5 | + | ||
Glee! The great storm is over! | Poems 1890 | P90-5 | + | ||
The right to perish might be thought | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-5 | + | ||
I found the phrase to every thought | Poems 1891 | P91-5 | + | ||
I have a Bird in spring | 1854 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J5 | + |
Adrift! A little boat adrift! | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F6A | + | |
Peril as a possession | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-6 | + | ||
A WORD | Poems 1896 | P96-6 | + | ||
HOPE | Poems 1891 | P91-6 | + | ||
Frequently the woods are pink -- | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J6 | + |
If I can stop one heart from breaking, | Poems 1890 | P90-6 | + | ||
Summer for thee, grant I may be | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F7A | + | |
The feet of people walking home | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J7 | + |
THE WHITE HEAT | Poems 1891 | P91-7 | + | ||
To venerate the simple days | Poems 1896 | P96-7 | + | ||
When Etna basks and purrs, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-7 | + | ||
ALMOST | Poems 1890 | P90-7 | + | ||
When roses cease to bloom, sir | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F8A | + | |
Reverse cannot befall that fine Prosperity | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-8 | + | ||
TRIUMPHANT | Poems 1891 | P91-8 | + | ||
There is a word | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J8 | + |
A wounded deer leaps highest, | Poems 1890 | P90-8 | + | ||
LIFE'S TRADES | Poems 1896 | P96-8 | + | ||
Oh if remembering were forgetting | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F9A | + | |
If recollecting were forgetting | 1858 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F9B | + |
THE TEST | Poems 1891 | P91-9 | + | ||
Through lane it lay -- thro' bramble -- | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J9 | + |
Drowning is not so pitiful | Poems 1896 | P96-9 | + | ||
To be alive is power, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-9 | + | ||
The heart asks pleasure first, | Poems 1890 | P90-9 | + | ||
Garlands for queens may be | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F10A | + | |
IN A LIBRARY | Poems 1890 | P90-10 | + | ||
ESCAPE | Poems 1891 | P91-10 | + | ||
How still the bells in steeples stand, | Poems 1896 | P96-10 | + | ||
My wheel is in the dark! | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J10 | + |
Witchcraft has not a pedigree, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-10 | + | ||
Nobody knows this little rose | 1858 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F11A | + |
Nobody knows this little rose | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F11B | + | |
Nobody knows this little rose | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F11C | + | |
COMPENSATION | Poems 1891 | P91-11 | + | ||
If the foolish call them 'flowers,' | Poems 1896 | P96-11 | + | ||
I never told the buried gold | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J11 | + |
Exhilaration is the Breeze | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-11 | + | ||
Much madness is divinest sense | Poems 1890 | P90-11 | + | ||
I had a guinea golden | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F12A | + | |
No romance sold unto, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-12 | + | ||
I asked no other thing, | Poems 1890 | P90-12 | + | ||
The morns are meeker than they were -- | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J12 | + |
THE MARTYRS | Poems 1891 | P91-12 | + | ||
A SYLLABLE | Poems 1896 | P96-12 | + | ||
There is a morn by men unseen | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F13A | + | |
EXCLUSION | Poems 1890 | P90-13 | + | ||
Sleep is supposed to be | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J13 | + |
PARTING | Poems 1896 | P96-13 | + | ||
A PRAYER | Poems 1891 | P91-13 | + | ||
If what we could were what we would -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-13 | + | ||
As if I asked a common alms | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F14A | + | |
As if I asked a common alms | 1858 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F14B | + |
As if I asked a common alms | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F14C | + | |
ASPIRATION | Poems 1896 | P96-14 | + | ||
The thought beneath so slight a film | Poems 1891 | P91-14 | + | ||
THE SECRET | Poems 1890 | P90-14 | + | ||
Perception of an | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-14 | + | ||
One Sister have I in our house, | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J14 | + |
She slept beneath a tree | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F15A | + | |
The soul unto itself | Poems 1891 | P91-15 | + | ||
The Guest is gold and crimson -- | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J15 | + |
THE INEVITABLE | Poems 1896 | P96-15 | + | ||
THE LONELY HOUSE | Poems 1890 | P90-15 | + | ||
No other can reduce | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-15 | + | ||
The feet of people walking home | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F16A | + | |
The feet of people walking home | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F16B | + | |
The feet of people walking home | 1858 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F16C | + |
The feet of people walking home | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F16D | + |
A BOOK | Poems 1896 | P96-16 | + | ||
The blunder is to estimate, -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-16 | + | ||
To fight aloud is very brave, | Poems 1890 | P90-16 | + | ||
Surgeons must be very careful | Poems 1891 | P91-16 | + | ||
I would distil a cup, | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J16 | + | |
It's all I have to bring today | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F17A | + | |
Who has not found the heaven below | Poems 1896 | P96-17 | + | ||
DAWN | Poems 1890 | P90-17 | + | ||
Baffled for just a day or two -- | 1858 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J17 | + |
THE RAILWAY TRAIN | Poems 1891 | P91-17 | + | ||
Some have resigned the Loom, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-17 | + | ||
Morns like these we parted | 1858 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F18A | + |
Morns like these we parted | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F18B | + |
Morns like these we parted | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F18C | + | |
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J18 | + | |
THE BOOK OF MARTYRS | Poems 1890 | P90-18 | + | ||
But nature sometimes, sometimes thought, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-18 | + | ||
A PORTRAIT | Poems 1896 | P96-18 | + | ||
THE SHOW | Poems 1891 | P91-18 | + | ||
So has a daisy vanished | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F19A | + | |
I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN | Poems 1896 | P96-19 | + | ||
A sepal, petal, and a thorn | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J19 | + | |
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN | Poems 1890 | P90-19 | + | ||
Delight becomes pictorial | Poems 1891 | P91-19 | + | ||
So gay a flower bereaved the mind | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-19 | + | ||
If those I loved were lost | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F20A | + | |
If those I loved were lost | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F20B | + | |
I taste a liquor never brewed, | Poems 1890 | P90-20 | + | ||
Glory is that bright tragic thing, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-20 | + | ||
A thought went up my mind to-day | Poems 1891 | P91-20 | + | ||
SATURDAY AFTERNOON | Poems 1896 | P96-20 | + | ||
Distrustful of the Gentian -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J20 | + | |
The gentian weaves her fringes | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F21A | + | |
Is Heaven a physician? | Poems 1891 | P91-21 | + | ||
The missing All prevented me | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-21 | + | ||
A BOOK | Poems 1890 | P90-21 | + | ||
Few get enough, enough is one; | Poems 1896 | P96-21 | + | ||
We lose -- because we win -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J21 | + | |
A brief but patient illness | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F22A | + | |
All these my banners be. | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J22 | + | |
I had no time to hate, because | Poems 1890 | P90-22 | + | ||
THE RETURN | Poems 1891 | P91-22 | + | ||
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, | Poems 1896 | P96-22 | + | ||
His mind, of man a secret makes, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-22 | + | ||
In the name of the bee | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F23A | + | |
UNRETURNING | Poems 1890 | P90-23 | + | ||
I had a guinea golden -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J23 | + | |
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, | Poems 1891 | P91-23 | + | ||
THE LOST THOUGHT | Poems 1896 | P96-23 | + | ||
The suburbs of a secret | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-23 | + | ||
Frequently the woods are pink | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F24A | + |
Frequently the woods are pink | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F24B | + | |
There is a morn by men unseen -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J24 | + | |
Whether my bark went down at sea, | Poems 1890 | P90-24 | + | ||
TOO MUCH | Poems 1891 | P91-24 | + | ||
The mind is smooth, -- no motion | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-24 | + | ||
RETICENCE | Poems 1896 | P96-24 | + | ||
A sepal - petal - and a thorn | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F25A | + | |
WITH FLOWERS | Poems 1896 | P96-25 | + | ||
SHIPWRECK | Poems 1891 | P91-25 | + | ||
She slept beneath a tree -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J25 | + | |
There is a solitude of space, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-25 | + | ||
Belshazzar had a letter, | Poems 1890 | P90-25 | + | ||
Distrustful of the gentian | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F26A | + | |
Victory comes late, | Poems 1891 | P91-26 | + | ||
The props assist the house | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-26 | + | ||
Down Time's quaint stream | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-26 | + | ||
It's all I have to bring today -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J26 | + | |
The farthest thunder that I heard | Poems 1896 | P96-26 | + | ||
The brain within its groove | Poems 1890 | P90-26 | + | ||
Flees so the phantom meadow | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F27A | + | |
Morns like these -- we parted -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J27 | + | |
ENOUGH | Poems 1891 | P91-27 | + | ||
MINE | Poems 1890 | P90-27 | + | ||
On the bleakness of my lot | Poems 1896 | P96-27 | + | ||
The gleam of an heroic act, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-27 | + | ||
We lose because we win | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F28A | + | |
BEQUEST | Poems 1890 | P90-28 | + | ||
CONTRAST | Poems 1896 | P96-28 | + | ||
Of Death the sharpest function, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-28 | + | ||
So has a Daisy vanished | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J28 | + | |
Experiment to me | Poems 1891 | P91-28 | + | ||
All these my banners be | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F29A | + | |
If those I loved were lost | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J29 | + | |
MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE | Poems 1891 | P91-29 | + | ||
Alter? When the hills do. | Poems 1890 | P90-29 | + | ||
FRIENDS | Poems 1896 | P96-29 | + | ||
To lose if one can find again | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F30A | + | |
Adrift! A little boat adrift! | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J30 | + | |
Faith is a fine invention | Poems 1891 | P91-30 | + | ||
SUSPENSE | Poems 1890 | P90-30 | + | ||
FIRE | Poems 1896 | P96-30 | + | ||
I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-30 | + | ||
To him who keeps an orchis' heart | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F31A | + | |
A MAN | Poems 1896 | P96-31 | + | ||
Except the heaven had come so near, | Poems 1891 | P91-31 | + | ||
The Future never spoke, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-31 | + | ||
Summer for thee, grant I may be | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J31 | + | |
SURRENDER | Poems 1890 | P90-31 | + | ||
The morns are meeker than they were | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F32A | + |
The morns are meeker than they were | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F32B | + | |
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J32 | + | |
Two lengths has every day, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-32 | + | ||
VENTURES | Poems 1896 | P96-32 | + | ||
If you were coming in the fall, | Poems 1890 | P90-32 | + | ||
Portraits are to daily faces | Poems 1891 | P91-32 | + | ||
Whether my bark went down at sea | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F33A | + | |
Eternity's disclosure | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-33 | + | ||
THE DUEL | Poems 1891 | P91-33 | + | ||
WITH A FLOWER | Poems 1890 | P90-33 | + | ||
GRIEFS | Poems 1896 | P96-33 | + | ||
If recollecting were forgetting, | 1858 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J33 | + |
Taken from men this morning | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F34A | + | |
Garlands for Queens, may be -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J34 | + | |
PROOF | Poems 1890 | P90-34 | + | ||
A shady friend for torrid days | Poems 1891 | P91-34 | + | ||
I have a king who does not speak; | Poems 1896 | P96-34 | + | ||
Nature is what we know | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-34 | + | ||
Sleep is supposed to be | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F35A | + |
Sleep is supposed to be | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F35B | + | |
Nobody knows this little Rose -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J35 | + | |
Still, clad in your mail of ices, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-35 | + | ||
DISENCHANTMENT | Poems 1896 | P96-35 | + | ||
Have you got a brook in your little heart, | Poems 1890 | P90-35 | + | ||
THE GOAL | Poems 1891 | P91-35 | + | ||
If I should die | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F36A | + | |
She died at play, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-36 | + | ||
LOST FAITH | Poems 1896 | P96-36 | + | ||
TRANSPLANTED | Poems 1890 | P90-36 | + | ||
SIGHT | Poems 1891 | P91-36 | + | ||
Snow flakes. | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J36 | + | |
By chivalries as tiny | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F37A | + | |
LOST JOY | Poems 1896 | P96-37 | + | ||
Before the ice is in the pools -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J37 | + | |
Talk with prudence to a beggar | Poems 1891 | P91-37 | + | ||
"Morning" means "Milking" to the Farmer, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-37 | + | ||
THE OUTLET | Poems 1890 | P90-37 | + | ||
I never told the buried gold | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F38A | + |
I never told the buried gold | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F38B | + | |
THE PREACHER | Poems 1891 | P91-38 | + | ||
A little madness in the Spring | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-38 | + | ||
By such and such an offering | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J38 | + | |
I worked for chaff, and earning wheat | Poems 1896 | P96-38 | + | ||
IN VAIN | Poems 1890 | P90-38 | + | ||
I never lost as much but twice | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F39A | + | |
RENUNCIATION | Poems 1890 | P90-39 | + | ||
It did not surprise me -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J39 | + | |
Good night! which put the candle out? | Poems 1891 | P91-39 | + | ||
Life, and Death, and Giants | Poems 1896 | P96-39 | + | ||
Rather Heaven's "Peter Parley," | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-39 | + | ||
I hav'nt told my garden yet | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F40A | + | |
When I hoped I feared, | Poems 1891 | P91-40 | + | ||
LOVE'S BAPTISM | Poems 1890 | P90-40 | + | ||
When I count the seeds | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J40 | + | |
Some Days retired from the rest | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-40 | + | ||
ALPINE GLOW | Poems 1896 | P96-40 | + | ||
I often passed the village | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F41A | + | |
DEED | Poems 1891 | P91-41 | + | ||
REMEMBRANCE | Poems 1896 | P96-41 | + | ||
RESURRECTION | Poems 1890 | P90-41 | + | ||
I robbed the Woods | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J41 | + | |
Like Men and Women shadows walk | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-41 | + | ||
There is a word | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F42A | + |
There is a word | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F42B | + | |
APOCALYPSE | Poems 1890 | P90-42 | + | ||
To hang our head ostensibly, | Poems 1896 | P96-42 | + | ||
TIME'S LESSON | Poems 1891 | P91-42 | + | ||
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J42 | + | |
The butterfly obtains | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-42 | + | ||
Through lane it lay - thro' bramble | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F43A | + |
Through lane it lay - thro' bramble | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F43B | + | |
Beauty crowds me till I die, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-43 | + | ||
REMORSE | Poems 1891 | P91-43 | + | ||
THE WIFE | Poems 1890 | P90-43 | + | ||
Could live -- did live -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J43 | + | |
THE BRAIN | Poems 1896 | P96-43 | + | ||
The guest is gold and crimson | 1858 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F44A | + |
The guest is gold and crimson | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F44B | + | |
The bone that has no marrow; | Poems 1896 | P96-44 | + | ||
THE SHELTER | Poems 1891 | P91-44 | + | ||
If she had been the Mistletoe | 1858 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J44 | + |
APOTHEOSIS | Poems 1890 | P90-44 | + | ||
We spy the Forests and the Hills, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-44 | + | ||
I counted till they danced so | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F45A | + | |
New feet within my garden go, | Poems 1890 | P90-45 | + | ||
Undue significance a starving man attaches | Poems 1891 | P91-45 | + | ||
THE PAST | Poems 1896 | P96-45 | + | ||
There's something quieter than sleep | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J45 | + | |
Could a Shrewd advise me | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-45 | + | ||
Before the ice is in the pools | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F46A | + | |
The largest fire ever known | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-46 | + | ||
I keep my pledge. | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J46 | + | |
To help our bleaker parts | Poems 1896 | P96-46 | + | ||
Heart not so heavy as mine, | Poems 1891 | P91-46 | + | ||
MAY-FLOWER. | Poems 1890 | P90-46 | + | ||
By such and such an offering | 1858 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F47A | + | |
I many times thought peace had come, | Poems 1891 | P91-47 | + | ||
And the Mountain to the Evening | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-47 | + | ||
Heart! We will forget him! | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J47 | + | |
What soft, cherubic creatures | Poems 1896 | P96-47 | + | ||
WHY? | Poems 1890 | P90-47 | + | ||
Whose cheek is this? | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F48A | + |
Unto my books so good to turn | Poems 1891 | P91-48 | + | ||
March is the month of expectation, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-48 | + | ||
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? | Poems 1890 | P90-48 | + | ||
DESIRE | Poems 1896 | P96-48 | + | ||
Once more, my now bewildered Dove | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J48 | + | |
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side | 1859 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F49A.2 | + |
The Duties of the Wind are few -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-49 | + | ||
The pedigree of honey | Poems 1890 | P90-49 | + | ||
PHILOSOPHY | Poems 1896 | P96-49 | + | ||
I never lost as much but twice, | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J49 | + | |
This merit hath the worst, | Poems 1891 | P91-49 | + | ||
It did not surprise me | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F50A | + | |
POWER | Poems 1896 | P96-50 | + | ||
I hav'nt told my garden yet -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J50 | + | |
A SERVICE OF SONG | Poems 1890 | P90-50 | + | ||
HUNGER | Poems 1891 | P91-50 | + | ||
The Winds drew off | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-50 | + | ||
When I count the seeds | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F51A | + | |
I think that the root of the Wind is Water, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-51 | + | ||
A modest lot, a fame petite, | Poems 1896 | P96-51 | + | ||
The bee is not afraid of me, | Poems 1890 | P90-51 | + | ||
I often passed the village | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J51 | + | |
I gained it so, | Poems 1891 | P91-51 | + | ||
Bless God, he went as soldiers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F52A | + | |
To learn the transport by the pain, | Poems 1891 | P91-52 | + | ||
So, from the mould, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-52 | + | ||
Whether my bark went down at sea -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J52 | + | |
SUMMER'S ARMIES | Poems 1890 | P90-52 | + | ||
Is bliss, then, such abyss | Poems 1896 | P96-52 | + | ||
If I should cease to bring a rose | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F53A | + | |
RETURNING | Poems 1891 | P91-53 | + | ||
EXPERIENCE | Poems 1896 | P96-53 | + | ||
Taken from men -- this morning -- | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J53 | + | |
The long sigh of the Frog | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-53 | + | ||
THE GRASS | Poems 1890 | P90-53 | + | ||
"Lethe" in my flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F54A | + | |
"Lethe" in my flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F54A | + | |
THANKSGIVING DAY | Poems 1896 | P96-54 | + | ||
If I should die, | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J54 | + | |
A little road not made of man, | Poems 1890 | P90-54 | + | ||
A cap of lead across the sky | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-54 | + | ||
PRAYER | Poems 1891 | P91-54 | + | ||
To venerate the simple days | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F55A | + | |
I know that he exists | Poems 1891 | P91-55 | + | ||
I send two Sunsets -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-55 | + | ||
CHILDISH GRIEFS | Poems 1896 | P96-55 | + | ||
By Chivalries as tiny, | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J55 | + | |
SUMMER SHOWER | Poems 1890 | P90-55 | + | ||
I've got an arrow here | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F56A | + | |
MELODIES UNHEARD | Poems 1891 | P91-56 | + | ||
If I should cease to bring a Rose | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J56 | + | |
PSALM OF THE DAY | Poems 1890 | P90-56 | + | ||
Of this is Day composed -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-56 | + | ||
CONSECRATION | Poems 1896 | P96-56 | + | ||
I robbed the woods | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F57A | + | |
Who robbed the woods | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F57B | + | |
The Hills erect their purple heads, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-57 | + | ||
To venerate the simple days | 1858 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J57 | + | |
LOVE'S HUMILITY | Poems 1896 | P96-57 | + | ||
THE SEA OF SUNSET | Poems 1890 | P90-57 | + | ||
CALLED BACK | Poems 1891 | P91-57 | + | ||
A day! Help! Help! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F58A | + | |
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J58 | + |
CHOICE | Poems 1891 | P91-58 | + | ||
LOVE | Poems 1896 | P96-58 | + | ||
Lightly stepped a yellow star | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-58 | + | ||
PURPLE CLOVER | Poems 1890 | P90-58 | + | ||
Could live - did live | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F59A | + | |
THE BEE | Poems 1890 | P90-59 | + | ||
A little East of Jordan, | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J59 | + |
The Moon upon her fluent route | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-59 | + | ||
I have no life but this, | Poems 1891 | P91-59 | + | ||
SATISFIED | Poems 1896 | P96-59 | + | ||
If she had been the mistletoe | 1859 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F60A | + |
If she had been the mistletoe | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F60B | + | |
WITH A FLOWER | Poems 1896 | P96-60 | + | ||
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn | Poems 1890 | P90-60 | + | ||
Like her the Saints retire, | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J60 | + |
Your riches taught me poverty. | Poems 1891 | P91-60 | + | ||
Her Memories like strains -- review -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-60 | + | ||
My wheel is in the dark! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F61A | + |
My wheel is in the dark! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F61B | + | |
THE CONTRACT | Poems 1891 | P91-61 | + | ||
As children bid the guest good-night, | Poems 1890 | P90-61 | + | ||
Save by loving Sunrise | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-61 | + | ||
SONG | Poems 1896 | P96-61 | + | ||
Papa above! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J61 | + |
There's something quieter than sleep | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F62A | + | |
LOYALTY | Poems 1896 | P96-62 | + | ||
Angels in the early morning | Poems 1890 | P90-62 | + | ||
Forever cherished be the tree, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-62 | + | ||
THE LETTER | Poems 1891 | P91-62 | + | ||
"Sown in dishonor"! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J62 | + |
I keep my pledge | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F63A | + | |
The Ones that disappeared are back, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-63 | + | ||
If pain for peace prepares | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J63 | + |
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain | Poems 1896 | P96-63 | + | ||
The way I read a letter 's this: | Poems 1891 | P91-63 | + | ||
So bashful when I spied her, | Poems 1890 | P90-63 | + | ||
Heart! We will forget him! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F64A | + | |
Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-64 | + | ||
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J64 | + |
Poor little heart! | Poems 1896 | P96-64 | + | ||
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-64 | + | ||
Wild nights! Wild nights! | Poems 1891 | P91-64 | + | ||
TWO WORLDS | Poems 1890 | P90-64 | + | ||
Once more my now bewildered dove | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F65A | + | |
'Twas comfort in her dying room | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-65 | + | ||
Conclusion is the course of all, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-65 | + | ||
THE MOUNTAIN | Poems 1890 | P90-65 | + | ||
FORGOTTEN | Poems 1896 | P96-65 | + | ||
I cant tell you -- but you feel it -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J65 | + |
AT HOME | Poems 1891 | P91-65 | + | ||
Baffled for just a day or two | 1859 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F66A | + |
Baffled for just a day or two | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F66B | + | |
A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-66 | + | ||
So from the mould | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J66 | + |
A DAY | Poems 1890 | P90-66 | + | ||
I've got an arrow here; | Poems 1896 | P96-66 | + | ||
POSSESSION | Poems 1891 | P91-66 | + | ||
Delayed till she had ceased to know | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F67A | + |
Delayed till she had ceased to know | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F67B | + | |
Like brooms of steel | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-67 | + | ||
The butterfly's assumption-gown, | Poems 1890 | P90-67 | + | ||
THE MASTER | Poems 1896 | P96-67 | + | ||
Success is counted sweetest | 1859 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J67 | + |
A charm invests a face | Poems 1891 | P91-67 | + | ||
Some things that fly there be | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F68A | + | |
Heart, we will forget him! | Poems 1896 | P96-68 | + | ||
THE LOVERS | Poems 1891 | P91-68 | + | ||
Ambition cannot find him. | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J68 | + |
These are the days that Reindeer love | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-68 | + | ||
THE WIND | Poems 1890 | P90-68 | + | ||
Within my reach! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F69A | + | |
In lands I never saw, they say, | Poems 1891 | P91-69 | + | ||
DEATH AND LIFE | Poems 1890 | P90-69 | + | ||
Low at my problem bending, | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J69 | + |
Father, I bring thee not myself, | Poems 1896 | P96-69 | + | ||
Follow wise Orion | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-69 | + | ||
So bashful when I spied her! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F70A | + | |
The moon is distant from the sea, | Poems 1891 | P91-70 | + | ||
That time I flew, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-70 | + | ||
"Arcturus" is his other name -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J70 | + |
'T was later when the summer went | Poems 1890 | P90-70 | + | ||
We outgrow love like other things | Poems 1896 | P96-70 | + | ||
My friend must be a bird | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F71A | + | |
Not with a club the heart is broken, | Poems 1896 | P96-71 | + | ||
He put the belt around my life, | Poems 1891 | P91-71 | + | ||
A throe upon the features -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J71 | + |
INDIAN SUMMER | Poems 1890 | P90-71 | + | ||
Not any sunny tone | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-71 | + | ||
Went up a year this evening! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F72A | + | |
THE LOST JEWEL | Poems 1891 | P91-72 | + | ||
AUTUMN | Poems 1890 | P90-72 | + | ||
Glowing is her Bonnet, | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J72 | + |
WHO? | Poems 1896 | P96-72 | + | ||
For Death, -- or rather | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-72 | + | ||
Angels in the early morning | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F73A | + | |
He touched me, so I live to know | Poems 1896 | P96-73 | + | ||
What if I say I shall not wait? | Poems 1891 | P91-73 | + | ||
Dropped into the | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-73 | + | ||
Who never lost, are unprepared | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J73 | + |
BECLOUDED | Poems 1890 | P90-73 | + | ||
My nosegays are for captives | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F74A | + | |
A Lady red -- amid the Hill | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J74 | + |
THE HEMLOCK | Poems 1890 | P90-74 | + | ||
DREAMS | Poems 1896 | P96-74 | + | ||
MOTHER NATURE | Poems 1891 | P91-74 | + | ||
Sexton! My master's sleeping here | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F75A | + | |
There's a certain slant of light, | Poems 1890 | P90-75 | + | ||
She died at play, | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J75 | + |
NUMEN LUMEN | Poems 1896 | P96-75 | + | ||
OUT OF THE MORNING | Poems 1891 | P91-75 | + | ||
The rainbow never tells me | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F76A | + | |
At half-past three a single bird | Poems 1891 | P91-76 | + | ||
One dignity delays for all, | Poems 1890 | P90-76 | + | ||
Too cold is this | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-76 | + | ||
Exultation is the going | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J76 | + |
LONGING | Poems 1896 | P96-76 | + | ||
One dignity delays for all | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F77A | + | |
I watched her face to see which way | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-77 | + | ||
WEDDED | Poems 1896 | P96-77 | + | ||
I never hear the word "escape" | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J77 | + |
TOO LATE | Poems 1890 | P90-77 | + | ||
DAY'S PARLOR | Poems 1891 | P91-77 | + | ||
As by the dead we love to sit | 1859 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F78A | + |
As by the dead we love to sit | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F78B | + | |
ASTRA CASTRA | Poems 1890 | P90-78 | + | ||
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J78 | + |
Today or this noon | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-78 | + | ||
NATURE'S CHANGES | Poems 1896 | P96-78 | + | ||
THE SUN'S WOOING | Poems 1891 | P91-78 | + | ||
New feet within my garden go | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F79A | + | |
THE ROBIN | Poems 1891 | P91-79 | + | ||
Safe in their alabaster chambers, | Poems 1890 | P90-79 | + | ||
Going to Heaven! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J79 | + |
THE TULIP | Poems 1896 | P96-79 | + | ||
And in the grave I see thee best -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-79 | + | ||
I hide myself within my flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F80A | + | |
I hide myself within my flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F80B | + | |
I hide myself within my flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F80C | + | |
THE BUTTERFLY'S DAY | Poems 1891 | P91-80 | + | ||
Low at my problem bending, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-80 | + | ||
On this long storm the rainbow rose, | Poems 1890 | P90-80 | + | ||
A light exists in spring | Poems 1896 | P96-80 | + | ||
Our lives are Swiss -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J80 | + |
She bore it till the simple veins | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F81A | + | |
FROM THE CHRYSALIS | Poems 1890 | P90-81 | + | ||
When, from a thousand skies, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-81 | + | ||
We should not mind so small a flower -- | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J81 | + |
THE BLUEBIRD | Poems 1891 | P91-81 | + | ||
THE WAKING YEAR | Poems 1896 | P96-81 | + | ||
We should not mind so small a flower | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F82A | + |
We should not mind so small a flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F82B | + | |
TO MARCH | Poems 1896 | P96-82 | + | ||
I fit for them, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-82 | + | ||
APRIL | Poems 1891 | P91-82 | + | ||
SETTING SAIL | Poems 1890 | P90-82 | + | ||
Whose cheek is this? | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J82 | + |
This heart that broke so long | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F83A | + | |
Look back on time with kindly eyes, | Poems 1890 | P90-83 | + | ||
Not one by Heaven defrauded stay, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-83 | + | ||
THE SLEEPING FLOWERS | Poems 1891 | P91-83 | + | ||
Heart, not so heavy as mine | 1859 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Johnson Poems 1955 | J83 | + |
MARCH | Poems 1896 | P96-83 | + | ||
On such a night, or such a night | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F84A | + | |
Her breast is fit for pearls, | 1859 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J84 | + |
My figures fail to tell me | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-84 | + | ||
DAWN | Poems 1896 | P96-84 | + | ||
MY ROSE | Poems 1891 | P91-84 | + | ||
A train went through a burial gate, | Poems 1890 | P90-84 | + | ||
Whose are the little beds - I asked | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F85A | + | |
I died for beauty, but was scarce | Poems 1890 | P90-85 | + | ||
THE ORIOLE'S SECRET | Poems 1891 | P91-85 | + | ||
We should not mind so small a flower, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-85 | + | ||
A murmur in the trees to note, | Poems 1896 | P96-85 | + | ||
"They have not chosen me," he said, | 1859 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J85 | + |
For every bird a nest | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F86A | + | |
South Winds jostle them -- | 1859 | Thomas Dwight Gilbert | Johnson Poems 1955 | J86 | + |
THE ORIOLE | Poems 1891 | P91-86 | + | ||
"TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS." | Poems 1890 | P90-86 | + | ||
Morning is the place for dew, | Poems 1896 | P96-86 | + | ||
To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee; | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-86 | + | ||
"They have not chosen me" - he said | 1859 | Mary Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F87A | + |
"They have not chosen me" - he said | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F87B | + | |
IN SHADOW | Poems 1891 | P91-87 | + | ||
REAL | Poems 1890 | P90-87 | + | ||
Her "Last Poems"-- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-87 | + | ||
To my quick ear the leaves conferred; | Poems 1896 | P96-87 | + | ||
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear -- | 1859 | Mary Haven | Johnson Poems 1955 | J87 | + |
Heart not so heavy as mine | 1859 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F88A | + |
Heart not so heavy as mine | 1859 | Mary Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F88B | + |
Heart not so heavy as mine | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F88C | + | |
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-88 | + | ||
As by the dead we love to sit, | 1859 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J88 | + |
THE HUMMING-BIRD. | Poems 1891 | P91-88 | + | ||
THE FUNERAL | Poems 1890 | P90-88 | + | ||
A ROSE | Poems 1896 | P96-88 | + | ||
Soul, wilt thou toss again? | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F89A | + | |
Some things that fly there be -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J89 | + | |
SECRETS | Poems 1891 | P91-89 | + | ||
I went to thank her, | Poems 1890 | P90-89 | + | ||
I'm thinking of that other morn, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-89 | + | ||
High from the earth I heard a bird; | Poems 1896 | P96-89 | + | ||
An altered look about the hills | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F90A | + | |
Within my reach! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J90 | + | |
I've seen a dying eye | Poems 1890 | P90-90 | + | ||
Who robbed the woods, | Poems 1891 | P91-90 | + | ||
The overtakelessness of those | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-90 | + | ||
COBWEBS | Poems 1896 | P96-90 | + | ||
Some too fragile for winter winds | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F91A | + | |
TWO VOYAGERS | Poems 1891 | P91-91 | + | ||
The Look of Thee, what is it like? | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-91 | + | ||
A WELL | Poems 1896 | P96-91 | + | ||
So bashful when I spied her! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J91 | + | |
REFUGE | Poems 1890 | P90-91 | + | ||
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F92A | + | |
Devil, had he fidelity, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-92 | + | ||
I never saw a moor, | Poems 1890 | P90-92 | + | ||
My friend must be a Bird -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J92 | + | |
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, | Poems 1896 | P96-92 | + | ||
BY THE SEA | Poems 1891 | P91-92 | + | ||
Water is taught by thirst | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F93A | + | |
PLAYMATES | Poems 1890 | P90-93 | + | ||
OLD-FASHIONED. | Poems 1891 | P91-93 | + | ||
THE WIND | Poems 1896 | P96-93 | + | ||
Went up a year this evening! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J93 | + | |
Papa above! | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-93 | + | ||
Have you got a brook in your little heart | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F94A | + | |
To know just how he suffered would be dear; | Poems 1890 | P90-94 | + | ||
A TEMPEST | Poems 1891 | P91-94 | + | ||
A dew sufficed itself | Poems 1896 | P96-94 | + | ||
Not when we know | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-94 | + | ||
Angels, in the early morning | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J94 | + | |
Flowers - Well - if anybody | 1859 | Unidentified | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F95A | + |
Flowers - Well - if anybody | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F95B | + | |
The last night that she lived, | Poems 1890 | P90-95 | + | ||
Elijah's wagon knew no thill, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-95 | + | ||
My nosegays are for Captives -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J95 | + | |
THE WOODPECKER | Poems 1896 | P96-95 | + | ||
THE SEA | Poems 1891 | P91-95 | + | ||
Pigmy seraphs gone astray | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F96A | + |
Pigmy seraphs gone astray | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F96B | + | |
"Remember me," implored the Thief -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-96 | + | ||
IN THE GARDEN | Poems 1891 | P91-96 | + | ||
THE FIRST LESSON | Poems 1890 | P90-96 | + | ||
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J96 | + | |
A SNAKE | Poems 1896 | P96-96 | + | ||
"Good night," because we must! | 1859 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F97A | + |
"Good night," because we must! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F97B | + | |
The bustle in a house | Poems 1890 | P90-97 | + | ||
THE SNAKE | Poems 1891 | P91-97 | + | ||
To this apartment deep | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-97 | + | ||
Could I but ride indefinite, | Poems 1896 | P96-97 | + | ||
The rainbow never tells me | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J97 | + | |
South winds jostle them | 1859 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F98A | + |
South winds jostle them | 1859 | Thomas Dwight Gilbert | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F98B | + |
South winds jostle them | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F98C | + | |
South winds jostle them | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F98D | + | |
South winds jostle them | 1859 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F98E | + |
I reason, earth is short, | Poems 1890 | P90-98 | + | ||
"Sown in dishonor?" | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-98 | + | ||
THE MOON | Poems 1896 | P96-98 | + | ||
One dignity delays for all -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J98 | + | |
THE MUSHROOM | Poems 1891 | P91-98 | + | ||
Low at my problem bending | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F99A | + |
Low at my problem bending | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F99B | + | |
THE STORM | Poems 1891 | P91-99 | + | ||
New feet within my garden go -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J99 | + | |
THE BAT | Poems 1896 | P96-99 | + | ||
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? | Poems 1890 | P90-99 | + | ||
Who is it seeks my pillow nights? | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-99 | + | ||
What inn is this | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F100A | + | |
DYING | Poems 1890 | P90-100 | + | ||
A science -- so the Savans say, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J100 | + | |
THE BALLOON | Poems 1896 | P96-100 | + | ||
His Cheek is his Biographer -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-100 | + | ||
THE SPIDER | Poems 1891 | P91-100 | + | ||
I had some things that I called mine | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F101A | + | |
I know a place where summer strives | Poems 1891 | P91-101 | + | ||
Will there really be a "Morning"? | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J101 | + | |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar | Poems 1890 | P90-101 | + | ||
"Heavenly Father," take to thee | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-101 | + | ||
EVENING | Poems 1896 | P96-101 | + | ||
In rags mysterious as these | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F102A | + | |
THE CHARIOT | Poems 1890 | P90-102 | + | ||
Great Caesar! Condescend | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J102 | + | |
COCOON | Poems 1896 | P96-102 | + | ||
The one that could repeat the summer day | Poems 1891 | P91-102 | + | ||
The sweets of Pillage can be known | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-102 | + | ||
My friend attacks my friend! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F103A | + | |
THE WlND'S VISIT. | Poems 1891 | P91-103 | + | ||
She went as quiet as the dew | Poems 1890 | P90-103 | + | ||
SUNSET | Poems 1896 | P96-103 | + | ||
I have a King, who does not speak -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J103 | + | |
Light swung the silver fleeces | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-103 | + | ||
A something in a summer's day | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F104A | + | |
Nature rarer uses yellow | Poems 1891 | P91-104 | + | ||
AURORA | Poems 1896 | P96-104 | + | ||
RESURGAM | Poems 1890 | P90-104 | + | ||
Where I have lost, I softer tread -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J104 | + | |
Industrious, laconic, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-104 | + | ||
A throe opon the features | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F105A | + |
A throe opon the features | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F105B | + | |
Ambition cannot find him, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-105 | + | ||
To hang our head -- ostensibly -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J105 | + | |
GOSSIP | Poems 1891 | P91-105 | + | ||
THE COMING OF NIGHT | Poems 1896 | P96-105 | + | ||
Except to heaven, she is nought; | Poems 1890 | P90-105 | + | ||
Glowing is her bonnet | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F106A | + |
Glowing is her bonnet | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F106B | + | |
Eden is that old fashioned House | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-106 | + | ||
SIMPLICITY | Poems 1891 | P91-106 | + | ||
Death is a dialogue between | Poems 1890 | P90-106 | + | ||
The Daisy follows soft the Sun -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J106 | + | |
AFTERMATH | Poems 1896 | P96-106 | + | ||
Many cross the Rhine | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F107A | + | |
'Twas such a little -- little boat | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J107 | + | |
This world is not conclusion; | Poems 1896 | P96-107 | + | ||
Candor, my tepid Friend, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-107 | + | ||
It was too late for man, | Poems 1890 | P90-107 | + | ||
STORM | Poems 1891 | P91-107 | + | ||
In lands I never saw - they say | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F108A | + | |
Speech is a sympton of affection, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-108 | + | ||
ALONG THE POTOMAC | Poems 1890 | P90-108 | + | ||
Surgeons must be very careful | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J108 | + | |
We learn in the retreating | Poems 1896 | P96-108 | + | ||
THE RAT | Poems 1891 | P91-108 | + | ||
For each extatic instant | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F109A | + | |
Frequently the woods are pink, | Poems 1891 | P91-109 | + | ||
By a flower -- By a letter -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J109 | + | |
They say that 'time assuages,' | Poems 1896 | P96-109 | + | ||
The daisy follows soft the sun, | Poems 1890 | P90-109 | + | ||
We start, to learn that we believe | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-109 | + | ||
So from the mould | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F110A | + |
So from the mould | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F110B | + | |
A THUNDER-STORM. | Poems 1891 | P91-110 | + | ||
We cover thee, sweet face. | Poems 1896 | P96-110 | + | ||
Artists wrestled here! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J110 | + | |
EMANCIPATION | Poems 1890 | P90-110 | + | ||
That Love is all there is, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-110 | + | ||
Artists wrestled here! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F111A | + | |
WITH FLOWERS | Poems 1891 | P91-111 | + | ||
The Bee is not afraid of me. | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J111 | + | |
LOST | Poems 1890 | P90-111 | + | ||
ENDING | Poems 1896 | P96-111 | + | ||
Success is counted sweetest | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F112A | + |
Success is counted sweetest | 1859 | Unidentified | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F112B | + |
Success is counted sweetest | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F112C | + | |
Success is counted sweetest | 1859 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F112D | + |
SUNSET | Poems 1891 | P91-112 | + | ||
The stimulus, beyond the grave | Poems 1896 | P96-112 | + | ||
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-112 | + | ||
Where bells no more affright the morn -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J112 | + | |
If I shouldn't be alive | Poems 1890 | P90-112 | + | ||
The bee is not afraid of me | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F113A | + | |
All I may, if small, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-113 | + | ||
Given in marriage unto thee, | Poems 1896 | P96-113 | + | ||
Sleep is supposed to be, | Poems 1890 | P90-113 | + | ||
She sweeps with many-colored brooms, | Poems 1891 | P91-113 | + | ||
Our share of night to bear -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J113 | + | |
Where bells no more affright the morn | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F114A | + | |
Love reckons by itself alone, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-114 | + | ||
Good night, because we must, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J114 | + | |
Like mighty footlights burned the red | Poems 1891 | P91-114 | + | ||
I shall know why, when time is over, | Poems 1890 | P90-114 | + | ||
That such have died enables us | Poems 1896 | P96-114 | + | ||
Ambition cannot find him | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F115A | + |
Ambition cannot find him | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F115B | + | |
What Inn is this | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J115 | + | |
I never lost as much but twice, | Poems 1890 | P90-115 | + | ||
PROBLEMS | Poems 1891 | P91-115 | + | ||
They won't frown always, some sweet day | Poems 1896 | P96-115 | + | ||
The inundation of the Spring | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-115 | + | ||
Our share of night to bear | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F116A | + | |
No Autumn's intercepting chill | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-116 | + | ||
THE JUGGLER OF DAY | Poems 1891 | P91-116 | + | ||
I had some things that I called mine -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J116 | + | |
IMMORTALITY | Poems 1896 | P96-116 | + | ||
"Arcturus" is his other name | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F117A | + |
"Arcturus" is his other name | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F117B | + | |
Volcanoes be in Sicily | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-117 | + | ||
In rags mysterious as these | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J117 | + | |
MY CRICKET | Poems 1891 | P91-117 | + | ||
The distance that the dead have gone | Poems 1896 | P96-117 | + | ||
Talk with prudence to a beggar | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F118A | + | |
How dare the robins sing, | Poems 1896 | P96-118 | + | ||
As imperceptibly as grief | Poems 1891 | P91-118 | + | ||
Distance is not the realm of Fox, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-118 | + | ||
My friend attacks my friend! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J118 | + | |
If this is "fading" | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F119A | + | |
Talk with prudence to a Beggar | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J119 | + | |
It can't be summer, that got through; | Poems 1891 | P91-119 | + | ||
DEATH | Poems 1896 | P96-119 | + | ||
The treason of an accent | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-119 | + | ||
As watchers hang opon the east | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F120A | + |
As watchers hang opon the east | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F120B | + | |
How destitute is he | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-120 | + | ||
If this is "fading" | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J120 | + | |
SUMMER'S OBSEQUIES | Poems 1891 | P91-120 | + | ||
UNWARNED | Poems 1896 | P96-120 | + | ||
Her breast is fit for pearls | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F121A | + |
Her breast is fit for pearls | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F121B | + | |
FRINGED GENTIAN | Poems 1891 | P91-121 | + | ||
As Watchers hang upon the East, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J121 | + | |
Each that we lose takes part of us; | Poems 1896 | P96-121 | + | ||
Crisis is sweet and, set the Heart | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-121 | + | ||
These are the days when birds come back | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F122A | + |
These are the days when birds come back | 1859 | Unidentified | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F122B | + |
These are the days when birds come back | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F122C | + | |
These are the days when birds come back | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F122D | + | |
A something in a summer's Day | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J122 | + | |
NOVEMBER | Poems 1891 | P91-122 | + | ||
Not any higher stands the grave | Poems 1896 | P96-122 | + | ||
My will endeavours for its word | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-122 | + | ||
Besides the autumn poets sing | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F123A | + |
Besides the autumn poets sing | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F123B | + | |
Many cross the Rhine | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J123 | + | |
To love thee, year by year, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-123 | + | ||
ASLEEP | Poems 1896 | P96-123 | + | ||
THE SNOW | Poems 1891 | P91-123 | + | ||
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124A | + | |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124B | + | |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124C | + |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124D | + | |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124E | + | |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124F | + |
Safe in their alabaster chambers | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F124G | + | |
In lands I never saw -- they say | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J124 | + | |
THE SPIRIT | Poems 1896 | P96-124 | + | ||
THE BLUE JAY | Poems 1891 | P91-124 | + | ||
I showed her heights she never saw -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-124 | + | ||
A poor - torn heart - a tattered heart | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F125A | + |
A poor - torn heart - a tattered heart | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F125B | + | |
On my volcano grows the grass, -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-125 | + | ||
THE MONUMENT | Poems 1896 | P96-125 | + | ||
For each extatic instant | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J125 | + | |
Let down the bars, O Death! | Poems 1891 | P91-125 | + | ||
I bring an unaccustomed wine | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F126A | + | |
Going to heaven! | Poems 1891 | P91-126 | + | ||
To fight aloud, is very brave -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J126 | + | |
Bless God, he went as soldiers, | Poems 1896 | P96-126 | + | ||
If I could tell how glad I was, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-126 | + | ||
As children bid the guest "Good night" | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F127A | + | |
Immortal is an ample word | Poems 1896 | P96-127 | + | ||
'Houses' -- so the Wise Men tell me -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J127 | + | |
Her Grace is all she has, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-127 | + | ||
At least to pray is left, is left. | Poems 1891 | P91-127 | + | ||
Going to heaven! | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F128A | + |
Going to heaven! | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F128B | + | |
Where every bird is bold to go, | Poems 1896 | P96-128 | + | ||
Bring me the sunset in a cup, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J128 | + | |
EPITAPH | Poems 1891 | P91-128 | + | ||
No matter where the Saints abide, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-128 | + | ||
Our lives are Swiss | 1859 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F129A | + |
Our lives are Swiss | 1859 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F129B | + | |
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J129 | + | |
The grave my little cottage is, | Poems 1896 | P96-129 | + | ||
To see her is a picture, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-129 | + | ||
Morns like these we parted; | Poems 1891 | P91-129 | + | ||
"Mama" never forgets her birds | 1860 | Louise and Frances Norcross (Louise) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F130A | + |
A death-blow is a life-blow to some | Poems 1891 | P91-130 | + | ||
This was in the white of the year, | Poems 1896 | P96-130 | + | ||
So set its sun in thee, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-130 | + | ||
These are the days when Birds come back -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J130 | + | |
Tho' my destiny be fustian | 1860 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F131A | + |
Tho' my destiny be fustian | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F131B | + | |
Had this one day not been, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-131 | + | ||
I read my sentence steadily, | Poems 1891 | P91-131 | + | ||
Besides the Autumn poets sing | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J131 | + | |
Sweet hours have perished here; | Poems 1896 | P96-131 | + | ||
Just lost, when I was saved! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F132A | + |
Just lost, when I was saved! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F132B | + | |
I bring an unaccustomed wine | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J132 | + | |
I bring an unaccustomed wine | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J132 | + | |
Faithful, was all that I could boast, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-132 | + | ||
Me! Come! My dazzled face | Poems 1896 | P96-132 | + | ||
I have not told my garden yet, | Poems 1891 | P91-132 | + | ||
Mute thy coronation | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F133A | + | |
INVISIBLE | Poems 1896 | P96-133 | + | ||
The incidents of Love | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-133 | + | ||
THE BATTLE-FIELD. | Poems 1891 | P91-133 | + | ||
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J133 | + | |
Did the harebell loose her girdle | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F134A | + | |
Just so, Jesus raps -- He does not weary - | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-134 | + | ||
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J134 | + | |
I wish I knew that woman's name, | Poems 1896 | P96-134 | + | ||
The only ghost I ever saw | Poems 1891 | P91-134 | + | ||
A little bread - a crust - a crumb | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F135A | + |
A little bread - a crust - a crumb | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F135B | + | |
TRYING TO FORGET | Poems 1896 | P96-135 | + | ||
Some, too fragile for winter winds, | Poems 1891 | P91-135 | + | ||
Garrisoned no Soul can be | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-135 | + | ||
Water, is taught by thirst. | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J135 | + | |
Who never lost is unprepared | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F136A | + |
Who never lost are unprepared | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F136B | + | |
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J136 | + | |
I felt a funeral in my brain, | Poems 1896 | P96-136 | + | ||
The Face we choose to miss, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-136 | + | ||
As by the dead we love to sit, | Poems 1891 | P91-136 | + | ||
A lady red amid the hill | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F137A | + |
A lady red amid the hill | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F137B | + | |
MEMORIALS | Poems 1891 | P91-137 | + | ||
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J137 | + | |
Of so divine a loss | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-137 | + | ||
I meant to find her when I came; | Poems 1896 | P96-137 | + | ||
To fight aloud is very brave | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F138A | + | |
I went to heaven, | Poems 1891 | P91-138 | + | ||
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J138 | + | |
WAITING | Poems 1896 | P96-138 | + | ||
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-138 | + | ||
'Houses' - so the wise men tell me | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F139A | + | |
A sickness of this world it most occasions | Poems 1896 | P96-139 | + | ||
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J139 | + | |
To pile like Thunder to its close, | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-139 | + | ||
Their height in heaven comforts not, | Poems 1891 | P91-139 | + | ||
Bring me the sunset in a cup | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F140A | + |
Bring me the sunset in a cup | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F140B | + | |
An altered look about the hills -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J140 | + | |
There is a shame of nobleness | Poems 1891 | P91-140 | + | ||
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-140 | + | ||
Superfluous were the sun | Poems 1896 | P96-140 | + | ||
She died at play | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F141A | + |
She died at play | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F141B | + | |
TRIUMPH | Poems 1891 | P91-141 | + | ||
The light His Action and the dark | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-141 | + | ||
So proud she was to die | Poems 1896 | P96-141 | + | ||
Some, too fragile for winter winds | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J141 | + | |
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F142A | + | |
Pompless no life can pass away; | Poems 1891 | P91-142 | + | ||
Whose are the little beds, I asked | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J142 | + | |
Two deserts -- but the year is cold | Single Hound 1914 | SH14-142 | + | ||
FAREWELL | Poems 1896 | P96-142 | + | ||
Exultation is the going | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F143A | + |
Exultation is the going | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F143B | + | |
I noticed people disappeared, | Poems 1891 | P91-143 | + | ||
For every Bird a Nest -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J143 | + | |
The dying need but little, dear, | Poems 1896 | P96-143 | + | ||
I never hear the word "Escape" | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F144A | + |
I never hear the word "Escape" | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F144B | + | |
She bore it till the simple veins | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J144 | + | |
DEAD | Poems 1896 | P96-144 | + | ||
FOLLOWING | Poems 1891 | P91-144 | + | ||
A little over Jordan | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F145A | + |
A little east of Jordan | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F145B | + | |
The soul should always stand ajar, | Poems 1896 | P96-145 | + | ||
This heart that broke so long -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J145 | + | |
If anybody's friend be dead, | Poems 1891 | P91-145 | + | ||
All overgrown by cunning moss | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F146A | + | |
On such a night, or such a night, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J146 | + | |
Three weeks passed since I had seen her, | Poems 1896 | P96-146 | + | ||
THE JOURNEY | Poems 1891 | P91-146 | + | ||
A science - so the savans say | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F147A | + | |
I breathed enough to learn the trick, | Poems 1896 | P96-147 | + | ||
A COUNTRY BURIAL | Poems 1891 | P91-147 | + | ||
Bless God, he went as soldiers, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J147 | + | |
Will there really be a "morning"? | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F148A | + | |
All overgrown by cunning moss, | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J148 | + | |
I wonder if the sepulchre | Poems 1896 | P96-148 | + | ||
GOING | Poems 1891 | P91-148 | + | ||
Great Caesar! Condescend | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F149A | + | |
She went as quiet as the Dew | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J149 | + | |
JOY IN DEATH | Poems 1896 | P96-149 | + | ||
Essential oils are wrung: | Poems 1891 | P91-149 | + | ||
Like her the saints retire | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F150A | + |
Like her the saints retire | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F150B | + | |
I lived on dread; to those who know | Poems 1891 | P91-150 | + | ||
If I may have it when it's dead | Poems 1896 | P96-150 | + | ||
She died -- this was the way she died. | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J150 | + | |
Papa above! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F151A | + |
Papa above! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F151B | + | |
Mute thy Coronation -- | 1859 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J151 | + | |
Before the ice is in the pools, | Poems 1896 | P96-151 | + | ||
If I should die, | Poems 1891 | P91-151 | + | ||
'Twas such a little - little boat | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F152A | + | |
DYING | Poems 1896 | P96-152 | + | ||
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J152 | + |
AT LENGTH | Poems 1891 | P91-152 | + | ||
"Sown in dishonor"! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F153A | + |
"Sown in dishonor"! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F153B | + | |
Dust is the only Secret -- | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J153 | + |
GHOSTS | Poems 1891 | P91-153 | + | ||
Adrift! A little boat adrift! | Poems 1896 | P96-153 | + | ||
She died - this was the way she died | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F154A | + | |
Except to Heaven, she is nought. | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J154 | + |
There's been a death in the opposite house | Poems 1896 | P96-154 | + | ||
VANISHED | Poems 1891 | P91-154 | + | ||
If pain for peace prepares | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F155A | + |
If pain for peace prepares | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F155B | + | |
We never know we go, when we are going | Poems 1896 | P96-155 | + | ||
PRECEDENCE | Poems 1891 | P91-155 | + | ||
The Murmur of a Bee | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J155 | + |
Surgeons must be very careful | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F156A | + | |
GONE | Poems 1891 | P91-156 | + | ||
THE SOUL'S STORM | Poems 1896 | P96-156 | + | ||
You love me -- you are sure -- | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J156 | + |
I have a king who does not speak | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F157A | + | |
Water is taught by thirst; | Poems 1896 | P96-157 | + | ||
REQUIEM | Poems 1891 | P91-157 | + | ||
Musicians wrestle everywhere -- | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J157 | + |
Where I have lost I softer tread | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F158A | + | |
Dying! Dying in the night! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J158 | + |
What inn is this | Poems 1891 | P91-158 | + | ||
THIRST | Poems 1896 | P96-158 | + | ||
She went as quiet as the dew | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F159A | + | |
It was not death, for I stood up, | Poems 1891 | P91-159 | + | ||
A clock stopped not the mantel's; | Poems 1896 | P96-159 | + | ||
A little Bread -- a crust -- a crumb -- | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J159 | + |
To hang our head ostensibly | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F160A | + | |
CHARLOTTE BRONT'S GRAVE. | Poems 1896 | P96-160 | + | ||
TILL THE END | Poems 1891 | P91-160 | + | ||
Just lost, when I was saved! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J160 | + |
The daisy follows soft the sun | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F161A | + | |
A feather from the Whippowil | 1860 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J161 | + |
VOID | Poems 1891 | P91-161 | + | ||
A toad can die of light! | Poems 1896 | P96-161 | + | ||
Some rainbow coming from the fair! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F162A | + |
Some rainbow coming from the fair! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F162B | + | |
A throe upon the features | Poems 1891 | P91-162 | + | ||
My River runs to thee -- | 1860 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J162 | + |
Far from love the Heavenly Father | Poems 1896 | P96-162 | + | ||
By a flower - by a letter | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F163A | + | |
Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- | 1860 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J163 | + |
SLEEPING | Poems 1896 | P96-163 | + | ||
SAVED | Poems 1891 | P91-163 | + | ||
I cant tell you, but you feel it | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F164A | + |
I cant tell you, but you feel it | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F164B | + | |
I think just how my shape will rise | Poems 1891 | P91-164 | + | ||
RETROSPECT | Poems 1896 | P96-164 | + | ||
Mama never forgets her birds, | 1860 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J164 | + |
I have never seen 'volcanoes' | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F165A | + | |
THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE | Poems 1891 | P91-165 | + | ||
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J165 | + | |
ETERNITY | Poems 1896 | P96-165 | + | ||
Dust is the only secret | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F166A | + |
Dust is the only secret | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F166B | + | |
I met a King this afternoon! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J166 | + | |
Lay this laurel on the one | Poems 1891 | P91-166 | + | ||
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F167A | + | |
To learn the Transport by the Pain -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J167 | + | |
Ah, necromancy sweet! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F168A | + | |
If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J168 | + | |
Wait till the majesty of death | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F169A | + | |
In Ebon Box, when years have flown | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J169 | + | |
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F170A | + | |
Portraits are to daily faces | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J170 | + | |
A fuzzy fellow without feet | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F171A | + | |
Wait till the Majesty of Death | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J171 | + | |
At last to be identified! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F172A | + | |
At last to be identified! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F172B | + | |
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J172 | + | |
Except to heaven she is nought | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F173A | + |
Except to heaven she is nought | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F173B | + | |
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J173 | + | |
Pictures are to daily faces | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F174A | + | |
Portraits are to daily faces | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F174B | + | |
At last, to be identified! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J174 | + | |
I cautious scanned my little life | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F175A | + | |
I have never seen 'Volcanoes' -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J175 | + | |
If I could bribe them by a rose | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F176A | + | |
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J176 | + | |
As if some little Arctic flower | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F177A | + | |
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J177 | + | |
To learn the transport thro' the pain | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F178A | + |
To learn the transport by the pain | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F178B | + | |
I cautious, scanned my little life -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J178 | + | |
If the foolish call them "flowers" | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F179A | + | |
If I could bribe them by a Rose | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J179 | + | |
In ebon box when years have flown | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F180A | + | |
As if some little Arctic flower | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J180 | + | |
A wounded deer leaps highest | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F181B | + |
I lost a World -- the other day! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J181 | + | |
The sun kept stooping - stooping - low! | 1860 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F182A | + |
The sun kept stooping - stooping - low! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F182B | + | |
If I should'nt be alive | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J182 | + | |
I met a king this afternoon! | 1860 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F183A | + | |
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J183 | + | |
If it had no pencil | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F184A | + |
A transport one cannot contain | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J184 | + | |
A wife at daybreak I shall be | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F185A | + | |
A wife at daybreak I shall be | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F185B | + | |
A wife at daybreak I shall be | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F185C | + | |
"Faith" is a fine invention | 1860 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J185 | + |
The juggler's hat her country is | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F186A | + |
What shall I do -- it whimpers so -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J186 | + | |
Through the straight pass of suffering | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F187A | + |
Through the straight pass of suffering | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F187B | + |
Through the straight pass of suffering | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F187C | + | |
How many times these low feet staggered -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J187 | + | |
Could I - then - shut the door | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F188A | + |
Make me a picture of the sun -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J188 | + | |
Is it true, dear Sue? | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F189A | + |
It's such a little thing to weep -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J189 | + | |
No rose, yet felt myself a'bloom | 1861 | [Master. Unidentified.] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F190A | + |
He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J190 | + | |
"Morning" means "milking" to the farmer | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F191A | + |
"Morning" means "milking" to the farmer | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F191B | + | |
The Skies cant keep their secret! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J191 | + | |
'Tis anguish grander than delight | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F192A | + |
'Tis anguish grander than delight | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F192B | + | |
Poor little Heart! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J192 | + | |
Speech is a prank of parliament | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F193A | + |
Speech is a prank of parliament | 1861 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F193B | + |
I shall know why -- when Time is over -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J193 | + | |
Title divine is mine! | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F194A | + |
Title divine is mine! | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F194B | + |
On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J194 | + | |
Victory comes late | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F195A | + |
Victory comes late | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F195B | + | |
For this -- accepted Breath -- | 1860 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J195 | + |
I'll send the feather from my hat! | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F196A | + |
We dont cry -- Tim and I, | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J196 | + | |
Jesus! thy crucifix | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F197A | + |
Jesus! thy crucifix | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F197B | + | |
Morning -- is the place for Dew -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J197 | + | |
Teach him when he makes the names | 1861 | Mary Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F198A | + |
An awful Tempest mashed the air -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J198 | + | |
Tho' I get home how late - how late | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F199A | + | |
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J199 | + | |
The rose did caper on her cheek | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F200A | + | |
I stole them from a Bee -- | 1860 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J200 | + |
With thee in the desert | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F201A | + | |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J201 | + | |
Faith is a fine invention | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F202A | + |
Faith is a fine invention | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F202B | + | |
Faith is a fine invention | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F202C | + | |
My Eye is fuller than my vase -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J202 | + | |
The thought beneath so slight a film | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F203A | + | |
He forgot -- and I -- remembered -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J203 | + | |
I'll tell you how the sun rose | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F204A | + | |
I'll tell you how the sun rose | 1861 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F204B | + |
A slash of Blue -- A sweep of Gray -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J204 | + | |
Come slowly - Eden! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F205A | + | |
I should not dare to leave my friend, | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J205 | + | |
Least rivers docile to some sea | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F206A | + | |
The Flower must not blame the Bee -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J206 | + | |
I taste a liquor never brewed | 1861 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F207A | + |
I taste a liquor never brewed | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F207B | + | |
Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J207 | + | |
A feather from the whippowil | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F208A | + |
A feather from the whippowil | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F208B | + | |
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J208 | + | |
I lost a world the other day! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F209A | + | |
With thee, in the Desert -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J209 | + | |
If I should'nt be alive | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F210A | + | |
The thought beneath so slight a film -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J210 | + | |
I've heard an organ talk sometimes | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F211A | + | |
Come slowly -- Eden! | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J211 | + | |
A transport one cannot contain | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F212A | + | |
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea. | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J212 | + | |
The skies cant keep their secret! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F213A | + | |
Did the Harebell loose her girdle | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J213 | + | |
Poor little heart! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F214A | + | |
I taste a liquor never brewed -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J214 | + | |
I shall know why when time is over | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F215A | + | |
What is -- "Paradise" -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J215 | + | |
On this long storm the rainbow rose | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F216A | + | |
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- | 1859 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J216 | + |
The murmur of a bee | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F217A | + | |
The bumble of a bee | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F217B | + |
Savior! I've no one else to tell -- | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J217 | + |
You love me - you are sure | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F218A | + | |
Is it true, dear Sue? | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J218 | + |
My river runs to thee | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F219A | + | |
My river runs to thee | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F219B | + | |
My river runs to thee | 1861 | Mary Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F219C | + |
She sweeps with many -- colored Brooms -- | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J219 | + |
It's such a little thing to weep | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F220A | + | |
Could I -- then -- shut the door -- | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J220 | + |
He was weak, and I was strong then | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F221A | + | |
It cant be "Summer"! | 1861 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Johnson Poems 1955 | J221 | + |
Dying! Dying in the night! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F222A | + | |
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, | 1857 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Johnson Poems 1955 | J222 | + |
Morning is the place for dew | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F223A | + | |
I Came to buy a smile -- today -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J223 | + |
An awful tempest mashed the air | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F224A | + | |
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J224 | + |
I'm "wife" - I've finished that | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F225A | + | |
Jesus! thy Crucifix | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J225 | + |
I stole them from a bee | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F226A | + |
I stole them from a bee | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F226B | + | |
[Sh]should you but fail [at] -- Sea -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J226 | + |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F227A | + |
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F227B | + | |
Teach Him -- when He makes the names -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J227 | + |
My eye is fuller than my vase | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F228A | + | |
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J228 | + |
Musicians wrestling everywhere! | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F229A | + |
Musicians wrestle everywhere | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F229B | + | |
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown -- | 1861 | Austin Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J229 | + |
For this - accepted breath | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F230A | + |
For this - accepted breath | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F230B | + | |
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J230 | + | |
We dont cry - Tim and I | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F231A | + | |
God permits industrious Angels -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J231 | + | |
He forgot and I remembered | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F232A | + | |
The Sun -- lust touched the Morning -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J232 | + | |
A slash of blue! A sweep of gray! | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F233A | + |
A slash of blue! A sweep of gray! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F233B | + | |
The Lamp burns sure -- within -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J233 | + | |
I should not dare to leave my friend | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F234A | + | |
You're right -- "the way is narrow" -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J234 | + | |
The flower must not blame the bee | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F235A | + | |
The Court is far away -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J235 | + | |
Some keep the Sabbath going to church | 1861 | Unidentified | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F236A | + |
Some keep the Sabbath going to church | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F236B | + | |
Some keep the Sabbath going to church | 1861 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F236C | + |
If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J236 | + | |
What shall I do - it whimpers so | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F237A | + |
What shall I do - it whimpers so | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F237B | + | |
I think just how my shape will rise -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J237 | + | |
How many times these low feet staggered | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F238A | + | |
Kill your Balm -- and it's Odors bless you -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J238 | + | |
Make me a picture of the sun | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F239A | + | |
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J239 | + | |
Bound a trouble | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F240A | + | |
Bound a trouble | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F240B | + | |
Ah, Moon -- and Star! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J240 | + | |
What is "Paradise" | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F241A | + | |
I like a look of Agony, | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J241 | + | |
It is easy to work when the soul is at play | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F242A | + | |
When we stand on the tops of Things -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J242 | + | |
That after horror - that 'twas us | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F243A | + | |
That after horror - that 'twas us | 1861 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F243B | + |
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J243 | + | |
We - bee and I - live by the quaffing | 1861 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F244A | + |
We - bee and I - live by the quaffing | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F244B | + | |
It is easy to work when the soul is at play -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J244 | + | |
God permits industrious angels | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F245A | + | |
I held a Jewel in my fingers -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J245 | + | |
The sun just touched the morning | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F246A | + | |
Forever at His side to walk -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J246 | + | |
The lamp burns sure within | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F247A | + | |
What would I give to see his face? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J247 | + | |
One life of so much consequence! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F248A | + | |
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J248 | + | |
You're right - "the way is narrow" | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F249A | + | |
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J249 | + | |
The court is far away | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F250A | + | |
I shall keep singing! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J250 | + | |
If he dissolve - then there is nothing more | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F251A | + | |
Over the fence -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J251 | + | |
I think just how my shape will rise | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F252A | + | |
I can wade Grief -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J252 | + | |
I've nothing else to bring, you know | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F253A | + |
I've nothing else to bring, you know | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F253B | + | |
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J253 | + | |
A mien to move a queen | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F254A | + | |
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J254 | + | |
The drop that wrestles in the sea | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F255A | + |
The drop that wrestles in the sea | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F255B | + | |
To die -- takes just a little while -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J255 | + | |
The robin's my criterion for tune | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F256A | + | |
If I'm lost -- now -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J256 | + | |
I've known a heaven like a tent | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F257A | + | |
Delight is as the flight -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J257 | + | |
I came to buy a smile today | 1861 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F258A | + |
I came to buy a smile today | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F258B | + | |
There's a certain Slant of light, | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J258 | + | |
A clock stopped | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F259A | + | |
Good Night! Which Put the Candle out? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J259 | + | |
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J260 | + | |
I held a jewel in my fingers | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F261A | + | |
Put up my lute! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J261 | + | |
Ah, moon and star! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F262A | + | |
Ah, moon and star! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F262B | + | |
The lonesome for they know not What -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J262 | + | |
Just so Jesus raps | 1861 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F263A | + |
Just so Christ raps | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F263B | + | |
A single Screw of Flesh | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J263 | + | |
Forever at his side to walk | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F264A | + | |
A Weight with Needles on the pounds -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J264 | + | |
It cant be "summer"! | 1861 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F265A | + |
It cant be "summer"! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F265B | + | |
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J265 | + | |
What would I give to see his face? | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F266A | + | |
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J266 | + | |
Rearrange a "wife's" affection! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F267A | + | |
Did we disobey Him? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J267 | + | |
Why do they shut me out of heaven? | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F268A | + | |
Me, change! Me, alter! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J268 | + | |
Wild nights - Wild nights! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F269A | + | |
Bound -- a trouble -- | 1860 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J269 | + | |
I shall keep singing! | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F270A | + | |
One Life of so much Consequence! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J270 | + | |
Over the fence | 1861 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F271A | + | |
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J271 | + | |
Would you like summer? Taste of our's | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F272A | + |
I breathed enough to take the Trick -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J272 | + | |
Perhaps you think me stooping | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F273A | + |
Perhaps you think me stooping | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F273B | + | |
He put the Belt around my life -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J273 | + | |
Again his voice is at the door | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F274A | + | |
The only Ghost I ever saw | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J274 | + | |
Should you but fail at sea | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F275A | + |
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J275 | + | |
Civilization spurns the leopard! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F276A | + | |
Many a phrase has the English language -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J276 | + | |
Going to them, happy letter! | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F277A | + |
Going to her! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F277B | + | |
Going to him! Happy letter! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F277C | + | |
What if I say I shall not wait! | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J277 | + | |
A word is dead when it is said | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F278A.1 | + |
A word is dead when it is said | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F278A.2 | + |
A Shady friend -- for Torrid days -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J278 | + | |
Of all the souls that stand create | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F279A | + | |
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J279 | + | |
The world stands solemner to me | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F280A | + | |
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J280 | + | |
Me change! Me alter! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F281A | + | |
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J281 | + | |
We play at paste | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F282A | + |
We play at paste | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F282B | + | |
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J282 | + | |
I should have been too glad, I see | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F283A | + |
I should have been too glad, I see | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F283B | + |
I should have been too glad, I see | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F283C | + | |
A Mien to move a Queen -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J283 | + | |
The zeros taught us phosphorus | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F284A | + |
The zeros taught us phosphorus | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F284B | + | |
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J284 | + | |
The love a child can show below | 1862 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F285A | + |
The love a life can show below | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F285B | + | |
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J285 | + | |
Dropped into the ether acre | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F286A | + |
Dropped into the ether acre | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F286B | + |
Dropped into the ether acre | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F286C | + | |
That after Horror -- that 'twas us | 1861 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J286 | + |
While it is alive | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F287A | + | |
While it is alive | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F287B | + | |
A Clock stopped -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J287 | + | |
My first well day since many ill | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F288A | + |
My first well day since many ill | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F288B | + | |
I'm Nobody! Who are you? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J288 | + | |
A burdock clawed my gown | 1862 | Austin Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F289A | + |
A burdock twitched my gown | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F289B | + | |
I know some lonely Houses off the Road | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J289 | + | |
Let others show this Surry's grace | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F290A | + |
Of Bronze -- and Blaze -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J290 | + | |
It sifts from leaden sieves | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F291A | + |
It sifts from leaden sieves | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F291B | + | |
It sifts from leaden sieves | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F291C | + | |
It sifts from leaden sieves | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F291D | + |
It sifts from leaden sieves | 1862 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F291E | + |
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J291 | + | |
I got so I could hear his name | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F292A | + | |
If your Nerve, deny you -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J292 | + | |
A single screw of flesh | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F293A | + | |
I got so I could hear his name -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J293 | + | |
A weight with needles on the pounds | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F294A | + | |
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J294 | + | |
Savior! I've no one else to tell | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F295A | + |
Father - I bring thee not myself | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F295B | + | |
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J295 | + | |
Where ships of purple gently toss | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F296A | + | |
One Year ago -- jots what? | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J296 | + | |
This is the land the sunset washes | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F297A | + | |
It's like the Light -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J297 | + | |
The doomed regard the sunrise | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F298A | + | |
Alone, I cannot be -- | 1861 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J298 | + | |
Did we disobey him? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F299A | + | |
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J299 | + |
Unto like story trouble has enticed me | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F300A | + | |
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J300 | + |
One year ago jots what? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F301A | + | |
I reason, Earth is short -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J301 | + |
It's like the light | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F302A | + | |
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J302 | + |
Alone I cannot be | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F303A | + | |
The Soul selects her own Society -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J303 | + |
The maddest dream recedes unrealized | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F304A | + | |
The nearest dream recedes unrealized | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F304B | + |
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J304 | + |
What if I say I shall not wait! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F305A | + | |
The difference between Despair | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J305 | + |
A shady friend for torrid days | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F306A | + | |
The Soul's Superior instants | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J306 | + |
A solemn thing it was I said | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F307A | + | |
The One who could repeat the Summer day -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J307 | + |
I breathed enough to take the trick | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F308A | + | |
I send Two Sunsets -- | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J308 | + | |
Kill your balm and it's odors bless you | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F309A | + | |
For largest Woman's Heart I knew -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J309 | + |
"Heaven" is what I cannot reach! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F310A | + | |
Give little Anguish -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J310 | + |
I know some lonely houses off the road | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F311B | + |
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- | 1862 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J311 | + |
I can wade grief | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F312A | + | |
Her -- "last Poems" -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J312 | + |
You see I cannot see your lifetime | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F313A | + | |
I should have been too glad, I see -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J313 | + |
"Hope" is the thing with feathers | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F314A | + |
"Hope" is the thing with feathers | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F314B | + | |
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J314 | + |
To die takes just a little while | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F315A | + | |
He fumbles at your Soul | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J315 | + |
If I'm lost now | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F316A | + | |
The Wind did'nt come from the Orchard -- today -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J316 | + |
Delight is as the flight | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F317A | + | |
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J317 | + |
She sweeps with many-colored brooms | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F318A | + | |
She sweeps with many-colored brooms | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F318B | + |
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J318 | + |
Of bronze and blaze | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F319A | + | |
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J319 | + |
There's a certain slant of light | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F320A | + | |
We play at Paste -- | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J320 | + |
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F321A | + | |
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F321B | + |
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple | 1862 | Unidentified | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F321C | + |
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J321 | + |
Good night! Which put the candle out? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F322A | + | |
Good night! Which put the candle out? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F322B | + | |
There came a Day at Summer's full, | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J322 | + |
Read - Sweet - how others strove | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F323A | + | |
As if I asked a common Alms, | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J323 | + |
Put up my lute! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F324A | + | |
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J324 | + |
There came a day at summer's full | 1862 | Edward S. Dwight | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F325A | + |
There came a day at summer's full | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F325B | + | |
There came a day at summer's full | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F325C | + | |
There came a day at summer's full | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F325D | + |
Of Tribulation -- these are They, | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J325 | + |
The lonesome for they know not what | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F326A | + | |
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J326 | + |
How the old mountains drip with sunset | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F327A | + | |
Before I got my eye put out | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J327 | + |
Of tribulation these are they | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F328A | + | |
Of tribulation these are they | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F328B | + |
A Bird came down the Walk -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J328 | + | |
If your nerve deny you | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F329A | + | |
So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem | 1862 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J329 | + |
He put the belt around my life | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F330A | + | |
The Juggler's Hat her Country is -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J330 | + |
The only ghost I ever saw | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F331A | + | |
While Asters -- | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J331 | + |
Doubt me! My dim companion! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F332A | + | |
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight -- | 1862 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Johnson Poems 1955 | J332 | + |
Many a phrase has the English language | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F333A | + | |
The Grass so little has to do -- | 1862 | Austin Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J333 | + |
Of all the sounds despatched abroad | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F334A | + | |
Of all the sounds despatched abroad | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F334B | + |
Of all the sounds despatched abroad | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F334C | + |
All the letters I can write | 1862 | Eudocia Converse Flynt | Johnson Poems 1955 | J334 | + |
Her smile was shaped like other smiles | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F335A | + | |
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so -- | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J335 | + |
Before I got my eye put out | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F336A | + |
Before I got my eye put out | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F336B | + | |
The face I carry with me -- last -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J336 | + | |
Of nearness to her sundered things | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F337A | + | |
I know a place where Summer strives | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J337 | + | |
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F338A | + | |
I know that He exists. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J338 | + | |
I like a look of agony | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F339A | + | |
I tend my flowers for thee -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J339 | + | |
I felt a funeral in my brain | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F340A | + | |
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J340 | + | |
'Tis so appalling it exhilirates | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F341A | + | |
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J341 | + | |
How noteless men and Pleiads stand | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F342A | + | |
It will be Summer -- eventually. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J342 | + | |
When we stand on the tops of things | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F343A | + | |
My Reward for Being, was This. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J343 | + | |
'Twas just this time last year I died | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F344A | + | |
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J344 | + | |
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F345A | + | |
Funny -- to be a Century -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J345 | + | |
I showed her hights she never saw | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F346A | + |
He showed me hights I never saw | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F346B | + | |
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J346 | + | |
I dreaded that first robin so | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F347A | + | |
When Night is almost done -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J347 | + | |
I would not paint a picture | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F348A | + | |
I dreaded that first Robin, so, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J348 | + | |
He touched me, so I live to know | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F349A | + | |
I had the Glory -- that will do -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J349 | + | |
I had the glory - that will do | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F350A | + | |
They leave us with the Infinite. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J350 | + | |
She sights a bird - she chuckles | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F351A | + | |
I felt my life with both my hands | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J351 | + | |
They leave us with the infinite | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F352A | + | |
They leave us with the infinite | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F352B | + | |
Perhaps I asked too large -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J352 | + | |
I'm ceded - I've stopped being their's | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F353A | + | |
A happy lip -- breaks sudden -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J353 | + | |
If anybody's friend be dead | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F354A | + | |
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J354 | + | |
It was not death, for I stood up | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F355A | + | |
'Tis Opposites -- entice -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J355 | + | |
If you were coming in the fall | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F356A | + | |
The Day that I was crowned | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J356 | + | |
I felt my life with both my hands | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F357A | + | |
God is a distant -- stately Lover -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J357 | + | |
Perhaps I asked too large | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F358A | + | |
If any sink, assure that this, now standing -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J358 | + | |
A bird came down the walk | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F359A | + |
A bird came down the walk | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F359B | + | |
A bird came down the walk | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F359C | + | |
I gained it so -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J359 | + | |
The soul has bandaged moments | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F360A | + | |
Death sets a Thing significant | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J360 | + | |
Like flowers that heard the news of dews | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F361A | + | |
What I can do -- I will -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J361 | + | |
It's thoughts and just one heart | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F362A | + |
It's thoughts and just one heart | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F362B | + | |
It struck me -- every Day -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J362 | + | |
I know a place where summer strives | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F363A | + | |
I went to thank Her -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J363 | + | |
As far from pity as complaint | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F364A | + | |
The Morning after Wo -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J364 | + | |
I know that he exists | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F365A | + | |
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J365 | + |
He strained my faith | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F366A | + | |
Although I put away his life -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J366 | + | |
I tend my flowers for thee | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F367A | + | |
Over and over, like a Tune -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J367 | + | |
I envy seas whereon he rides | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F368A | + | |
How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J368 | + | |
Those fair - fictitious people | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F369A | + | |
She lay as if at play | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J369 | + | |
Within my garden rides a bird | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F370A | + | |
Heaven is so far of the Mind | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J370 | + | |
Is bliss then such abyss | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F371A | + | |
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J371 | + | |
After great pain a formal feeling comes | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F372A | + | |
I know lives, I could miss | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J372 | + | |
This world is not conclusion | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F373A | + | |
I'm saying every day | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J373 | + | |
It will be summer eventually | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F374A | + |
It will be summer eventually | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F374B | + | |
I went to Heaven -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J374 | + | |
My reward for being was this | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F375A | + | |
My reward for being was this | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F375B | + | |
The Angle of a Landscape -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J375 | + | |
'Twas the old road through pain | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F376A | + |
'Twas the old road through pain | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F376B | + | |
Of Course -- I prayed -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J376 | + | |
At least to pray is left - is left | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F377A | + | |
To lose one's faith -- surpass | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J377 | + | |
Better than music! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F378A | + | |
I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J378 | + | |
The grass so little has to do | 1862 | Austin Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F379A | + |
The grass so little has to do | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F379B | + | |
Rehearsal to Ourselves | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J379 | + | |
All the letters I could write | 1862 | Eudocia Converse Flynt | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F380A | + |
All the letters I can write | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F380B | + | |
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J380 | + | |
I cannot dance opon my toes | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F381A | + |
I cannot dance opon my toes | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F381B | + | |
A Secret told -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J381 | + | |
Good morning - midnight | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F382A | + | |
For Death -- or rather | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J382 | + | |
I like to see it lap the miles | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F383A | + | |
Exhiliration -- is within -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J383 | + | |
It dont sound so terrible quite as it did | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F384A | + | |
No Rack can torture me -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J384 | + | |
I'll clutch and clutch | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F385A | + | |
Smiling back from Coronation | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J385 | + | |
Taking up the fair ideal | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F386A | + | |
Answer July -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J386 | + | |
The moon is distant from the sea | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F387A | + | |
The Sweetest Heresy recieved | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J387 | + | |
It would never be common more - I said | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F388A | + | |
Take Your Heaven further on -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J388 | + | |
Me come! My dazzled face | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F389A | + | |
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J389 | + | |
Do people moulder equally | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F390A | + | |
It's Coming -- the postponeless Creature -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J390 | + | |
Knows how to forget! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F391A | + | |
Knows how to forget! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F391B | + | |
A Visitor in Marl -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J391 | + | |
We talked as girls do | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F392A | + | |
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J392 | + | |
Empty my heart of thee | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F393A | + | |
Did Our Best Moment last -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J393 | + | |
I cried at pity - not at pain | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F394A | + | |
'Twas Love -- not me -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J394 | + | |
The face I carry with me last | 1862 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F395A | + |
Reverse cannot befall | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J395 | + | |
I took one draught of life | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F396A | + | |
There is a Languor of the Life | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J396 | + | |
A train went through a burial gate | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F397A | + | |
When Diamonds are a Legend, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J397 | + | |
The morning after wo | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F398A | + | |
I had not minded -- Walls -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J398 | + | |
Departed to the Judgment | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F399A | + | |
A House upon the Hight -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J399 | + | |
I think the hemlock likes to stand | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F400A | + | |
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J400 | + | |
Dare you see a soul at the "White Heat"? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F401A | + | |
Dare you see a soul at the "White Heat"? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F401C | + | |
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J401 | + | |
To hear an oriole sing | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F402A | + | |
I pay -- in Satin Cash -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J402 | + | |
I reason, earth is short | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F403A | + |
I reason, earth is short | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F403B | + | |
The Winters are so short -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J403 | + | |
To put this world down like a bundle | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F404A | + | |
How many Flowers fail in Wood -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J404 | + | |
Although I put away his life | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F405A | + | |
It might be lonelier | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J405 | + | |
Over and over like a tune | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F406A | + | |
Some -- Work for Immortality -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J406 | + | |
One need not be a chamber to be haunted | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F407A | + | |
One need not be a chamber to be haunted | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F407B | + |
If What we Could -- were what we would -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J407 | + | |
Like some old fashioned miracle | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F408A | + | |
Like some old fashioned miracle | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F408B | + |
Unit, like Death, for Whom? | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J408 | + | |
The soul selects her own society | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F409A | + | |
The soul selects her own society | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F409B | + | |
They dropped like Flakes -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J409 | + | |
How sick to wait in any place but thine | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F410A | + | |
The first Day's Night had come -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J410 | + | |
Mine by the right of the white election! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F411A | + | |
The Color of the Grave is Green -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J411 | + | |
She lay as if at play | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F412A | + | |
I read my sentence -- steadily -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J412 | + | |
Heaven is so far of the mind | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F413A | + | |
I never felt at Home -- Below -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J413 | + | |
Inconceivably solemn! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F414A | + | |
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J414 | + | |
More life went out when he went | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F415A | + | |
Sunset at Night -- is natural -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J415 | + | |
The months have ends - the years a knot | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F416A | + | |
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J416 | + | |
Removed from accident of loss | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F417A | + | |
It is dead -- Find it -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J417 | + | |
Your riches taught me poverty | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F418A | + |
Your riches taught me poverty | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F418B | + |
Your riches taught me poverty | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F418C | + | |
Not in this World to see his face -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J418 | + | |
A toad can die of light | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F419A | + | |
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J419 | + | |
There are two ripenings | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F420A | + | |
There are two ripenings | 1862 | Catherine Scott Turner Anthon | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F420B.1 | + |
There are two ripenings | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F420C | + | |
You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J420 | + | |
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F421A | + | |
A Charm invests a face | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J421 | + | |
Give little anguish | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F422A | + | |
Give little anguish | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F422B | + |
More Life -- went out -- when He went | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J422 | + | |
The first day's night had come | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F423A | + | |
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J423 | + | |
The color of the grave is green | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F424A | + | |
Removed from Accident of Loss | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J424 | + | |
'Twas like a maelstrom with a notch | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F425A | + | |
Good Morning -- Midnight -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J425 | + | |
I gave myself to him | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F426A | + | |
It dont sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J426 | + | |
Sunset at night is natural | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F427A | + | |
I'll clutch -- and clutch -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J427 | + | |
We grow accustomed to the dark | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F428A | + | |
Taking up the fair Ideal, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J428 | + | |
You'll know it as you know 'tis noon | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F429A | + | |
The Moon is distant from the Sea -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J429 | + | |
A charm invests a face | 1862 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F430A | + |
A charm invests a face | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F430B | + | |
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J430 | + | |
If I may have it when it's dead | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F431A | + | |
Me -- come! My dazzled face | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J431 | + | |
I read my sentence steadily | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F432A | + | |
Do People moulder equally, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J432 | + | |
A murmur in the trees to note | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F433A | + | |
Knows how to forget! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J433 | + | |
It is dead - find it | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F434A | + | |
To love thee Year by Year -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J434 | + | |
Not in this world to see his face | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F435A | + | |
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J435 | + | |
I found the words to every thought | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F436A | + | |
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J436 | + | |
I never felt at home below | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F437A | + | |
I never felt at home below | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F437B | + | |
Prayer is the little implement | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J437 | + | |
The body grows without | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F438A | + | |
Forget! The Lady with the Amulet | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J438 | + | |
I had been hungry all the years | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F439A | + | |
Undue Significance a starving man attaches | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J439 | + | |
I years had been from home | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F440A | + | |
I years had been from home | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F440B | + | |
'Tis customary as we part | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J440 | + | |
You'll find it when you try to die | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F441A | + | |
This is my letter to the World | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J441 | + | |
I see thee better in the dark | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F442A | + |
I see thee better in the dark | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F442B | + |
I see thee better in the dark | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F442C | + | |
God made a little Gentian -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J442 | + | |
Could I do more for thee | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F443A | + | |
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J443 | + | |
It would have starved a gnat | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F444A | + | |
It feels a shame to be Alive -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J444 | + | |
They shut me up in prose | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F445A | + | |
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J445 | + | |
This was a poet | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F446A | + | |
I showed her Hights she never saw -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J446 | + | |
In falling timbers buried | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F447A | + | |
Could -- I do more -- for Thee -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J447 | + | |
I died for beauty but was scarce | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F448A | + | |
This was a Poet -- It is That | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J448 | + | |
Dreams are well but waking's better | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F449A | + | |
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J449 | + | |
The outer from the inner | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F450A | + | |
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J450 | + | |
The Malay took the pearl | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F451A | + | |
The Outer -- from the Inner | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J451 | + | |
Love thou art high | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F452A | + | |
The Malay -- took the Pearl -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J452 | + | |
Our journey had advanced | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F453A | + | |
Love -- thou art high -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J453 | + | |
I rose because he sank | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F454A | + | |
It was given to me by the Gods -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J454 | + | |
It was given to me by the gods | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F455A | + | |
Triumph -- may be of several kinds -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J455 | + | |
A prison gets to be a friend | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F456A | + | |
So well that I can live without -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J456 | + | |
Nature sometimes sears a sapling | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F457A | + |
Nature sometimes sears a sapling | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F457B | + | |
Sweet -- safe -- Houses -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J457 | + | |
She dealt her pretty words like blades | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F458A | + | |
Like Eyes that looked on Wastes -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J458 | + | |
"Why do I love" you, sir? | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F459A | + | |
A Tooth upon Our Peace | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J459 | + | |
The Himmaleh was known to stoop | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F460A | + | |
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J460 | + | |
We cover thee - sweet face | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F461A | + | |
A Wife -- at Daybreak I shall be -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J461 | + | |
Of being is a bird | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F462A | + | |
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J462 | + | |
A long - long sleep | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F463A | + | |
I live with Him -- I see His face -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J463 | + | |
Without this there is nought | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F464A | + | |
The power to be true to You, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J464 | + | |
The name of it is "autumn" | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F465A | + | |
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J465 | + | |
I dwell in possibility | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F466A | + | |
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J466 | + | |
A solemn thing within the soul | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F467A | + | |
We do not play on Graves -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J467 | + | |
Whole gulfs of red and fleets of red | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F468A | + | |
The Manner of it's Death | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J468 | + | |
My garden like the beach | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F469A | + | |
The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J469 | + | |
That first day, when you praised me, Sweet | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F470A | + | |
I am alive -- I guess -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J470 | + | |
To make one's toilette after death | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F471A | + | |
A Night -- there lay the Days between -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J471 | + | |
'Tis good the looking back on grief | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F472A | + | |
Except the Heaven had come so near -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J472 | + | |
I was the slightest in the house | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F473A | + | |
I am ashamed -- I hide -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J473 | + | |
You love the Lord you cannot see | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F474A | + | |
They put Us far apart -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J474 | + | |
Myself was formed a carpenter | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F475A | + | |
Doom is the House without the Door -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J475 | + | |
We pray to heaven | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F476A | + | |
I meant to have but modest needs -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J476 | + | |
He fumbles at your soul | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F477A | + |
He fumbles at your soul | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F477B | + | |
No Man can compass a Despair -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J477 | + | |
Just once! Oh least request! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F478A | + | |
Just once! Oh least request! | 1862 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F478B | + |
Just once! Oh least request! | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F478C | + | |
I had no time to Hate -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J478 | + | |
Because I could not stop for death | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F479A | + | |
She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J479 | + | |
He fought like those who've nought to lose | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F480A | + | |
"Why do I love" You, Sir? | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J480 | + | |
Fame of myself to justify | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F481A | + | |
The Himmaleh was known to stoop | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J481 | + | |
Wolfe demanded during dying | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F482A | + |
Wolfe demanded during dying | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F482B | + | |
Wolfe demanded during dying | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F482C | + | |
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J482 | + | |
Most she touched me by her muteness | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F483A | + | |
A Solemn thing within the Soul | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J483 | + | |
From blank to blank | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F484A | + | |
My Garden -- like the Beach -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J484 | + | |
The whole of it came not at once | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F485A | + | |
To make One's Toilette -- after Death | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J485 | + | |
He told a homely tale | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F486A | + | |
I was the slightest in the House -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J486 | + | |
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F487A | + | |
You love the Lord -- you cannot see -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J487 | + | |
You constituted time | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F488A | + | |
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J488 | + | |
My faith is larger than the hills | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F489A | + | |
We pray -- to Heaven -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J489 | + | |
Rests at night | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F490A | + | |
To One denied to drink | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J490 | + | |
The world feels dusty | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F491A | + | |
While it is alive | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J491 | + | |
To offer brave assistance | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F492A | + | |
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J492 | + | |
When I hoped, I recollect | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F493A | + | |
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J493 | + | |
The wind did'nt come from the orchard today | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F494A | + |
The wind did'nt come from the orchard today | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F494B | + | |
Going to Him! Happy letter! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J494 | + | |
The day undressed herself | 1862 | [Elizabeth Holland] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F495A | + |
The day undressed herself | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F495B | + | |
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J495 | + | |
The beggar lad dies early | 1862 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F496A | + |
The beggar lad dies early | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F496B | + | |
As far from pity, as complaint -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J496 | + | |
One and one are one | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F497A | + | |
He strained my faith -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J497 | + | |
I lived on dread | 1862 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F498A | + | |
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J498 | + | |
Best gains must have the losses' test | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F499A | + |
Those fair -- fictitious People -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J499 | + | |
Not "Revelation" 'tis that waits | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F500A | + |
Not "Revelation" 'tis that waits | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F500B | + | |
Within my Garden, rides a Bird | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J500 | + | |
The robin is the one | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F501A | + |
The robin is the one | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F501B | + |
The robin is the one | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F501C | + | |
This World is not Conclusion. | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J501 | + | |
Life is death we're lengthy at | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F502A | + |
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J502 | + | |
We'll pass without a parting | 1863 | Maria Avery Howard | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F503A | + |
We'll pass without the parting | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F503B | + | |
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J503 | + | |
The birds begun at four o'clock | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F504A | + |
The birds begun at four o'clock | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F504B | + | |
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J504 | + | |
They have a little odor that to me | 1863 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F505A | + |
They have a little odor that to me | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F505B | + | |
I would not paint -- a picture -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J505 | + | |
Light is sufficient to itself | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F506A | + | |
Light is sufficient to itself | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F506B | + | |
He touched me, so I live to know | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J506 | + | |
Like mighty foot lights burned the red | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F507A | + | |
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J507 | + | |
A pit but heaven over it | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F508A | + | |
A pit but heaven over it | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F508A | + | |
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Their's -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J508 | + | |
A curious cloud surprised the sky | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F509A | + | |
If anybody's friend be dead | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J509 | + | |
Of Brussels it was not | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F510A | + |
Of Brussels it was not | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F510B | + | |
It was not Death, for I stood up, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J510 | + | |
He found my being - set it up | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F511A | + | |
If you were coming in the Fall, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J511 | + | |
Unto my books so good to turn | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F512A | + | |
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J512 | + | |
The spider holds a silver ball | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F513A | + | |
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J513 | + | |
Three times we parted - breath and I | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F514A | + | |
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J514 | + | |
There is a pain so utter | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F515A | + | |
No Crowd that has occurred | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J515 | + | |
It troubled me as once I was | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F516A | + | |
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J516 | + | |
A still volcano life | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F517A | + | |
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J517 | + | |
When I was small, a woman died | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F518A | + | |
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J518 | + | |
This is my letter to the world | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F519A | + | |
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J519 | + | |
God made a little gentian | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F520A | + | |
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J520 | + | |
It always felt to me a wrong | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F521A | + | |
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J521 | + | |
I tie my hat - I crease my shawl | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F522A | + | |
Had I presumed to hope -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J522 | + | |
The trees like tassels hit and swung | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F523A | + | |
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered | 1862 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J523 | + |
It feels a shame to be alive | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F524A | + | |
Departed -- to the Judgment -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J524 | + | |
My period had come for prayer | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F525A | + | |
I think the Hemlock likes to stand | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J525 | + | |
I pay in satin cash | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F526A | + | |
To hear an Oriole sing | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J526 | + | |
One anguish in a crowd | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F527A | + | |
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J527 | + | |
It is not dying hurts us so | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F528A | + |
'Tis not that dying hurts us so | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F528B | + | |
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J528 | + | |
A dying tiger moaned for drink | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F529A | + |
A dying tiger moaned for drink | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F529B | + | |
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J529 | + | |
He gave away his life | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F530A | + | |
You cannot put a Fire out -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J530 | + | |
We learned the whole of love | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F531A | + | |
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J531 | + | |
The winters are so short | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F532A | + | |
I tried to think a lonelier Thing | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J532 | + | |
I reckon when I count at all | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F533A | + | |
Two Butterflies went Out at Noon -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J533 | + | |
How many flowers fail in the wood | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F534A | + |
How many flowers fail in wood | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F534B | + | |
We see -- Comparatively -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J534 | + | |
It might be lonelier | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F535A | + | |
She's happy, with a new Content -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J535 | + | |
Some work for immortality | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F536A | + | |
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J536 | + | |
I could die to know | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F537A | + | |
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J537 | + | |
Must be a wo | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F538A | + | |
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J538 | + | |
Delight becomes pictorial | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F539A | + | |
The Province of the Saved | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J539 | + | |
If what we could were what we would | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F540A | + |
If what we could were what we would | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F540B | + | |
I took my Power in my Hand -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J540 | + | |
The test of love is death | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F541A | + | |
Some such Butterfly be seen | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J541 | + | |
For largest woman's heart I knew | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F542A | + |
For largest woman's heart I knew | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F542B | + | |
I had no Cause to be awake -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J542 | + | |
Unit, like death, for whom? | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F543A | + | |
I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J543 | + | |
"Heaven" has different signs to me | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F544A | + | |
The Martyr Poets -- did not tell -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J544 | + | |
They dropped like flakes | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F545A | + | |
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J545 | + | |
I prayed, at first, a little girl | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F546A | + | |
To fill a Gap | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J546 | + | |
There's been a death in the opposite house | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F547A | + | |
I've seen a Dying Eye | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J547 | + | |
The black berry wears a thorn in his side | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F548A | + | |
Death is potential to that Man | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J548 | + | |
The one who could repeat the summer day | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F549A | + |
The one that could repeat the summer day | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F549B | + | |
That I did always love | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J549 | + | |
I measure every grief I meet | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F550A | + | |
I cross till I am weary | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J550 | + | |
Conjecturing a climate | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F551A | + | |
There is a Shame of Nobleness -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J551 | + | |
There is a languor of the life | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F552A | + | |
An ignorance a Sunset | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J552 | + | |
When diamonds are a legend | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F553A | + | |
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J553 | + | |
I had not minded walls | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F554A | + | |
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J554 | + | |
A house opon the hight | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F555A | + | |
Trust in the Unexpected -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J555 | + | |
It's coming - the postponeless creature | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F556A | + | |
The Brain, within it's Groove | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J556 | + | |
I send two sunsets | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F557A | + |
I send two sunsets | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F557B | + | |
She hideth Her the last -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J557 | + | |
A visitor in marl | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F558A | + | |
But little Carmine hath her face -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J558 | + | |
Through the dark sod as education | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F559A | + |
Through the dark sod as education | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F559B | + | |
It knew no Medicine | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J559 | + | |
Did our best moment last | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F560A | + | |
It knew no lapse, nor Diminution -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J560 | + | |
Trust in the unexpected | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F561A | + | |
I measure every Grief I meet | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J561 | + | |
'Twas love not me | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F562A | + | |
Conjecturing a Climate | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J562 | + | |
The brain within it's groove | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F563A | + | |
I could not prove the Years had feet -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J563 | + | |
She hideth her the last | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F564A | + | |
My period had come for Prayer -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J564 | + | |
Reverse cannot befall | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F565A | + |
Reverse cannot befall | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F565B | + | |
One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J565 | + | |
But little carmine hath her face | 1863 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F566A | + |
But little carmine hath her face | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F566B | + | |
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J566 | + | |
It knew no medicine | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F567A | + | |
He gave away his Life -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J567 | + | |
It knew no lapse nor diminution | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F568A | + | |
It knew no lapse nor diminution | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F568B | + |
We learned the Whole of Love -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J568 | + | |
A precious mouldering pleasure 'tis | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F569B | + |
I reckon -- when I count at all -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J569 | + | |
I tried to think a lonelier thing | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F570A | + | |
I could die -- to know -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J570 | + | |
Two butterflies went out at noon | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F571A | + |
Two butterflies went out at noon | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F571B | + | |
Two butterflies went out at noon | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F571C | + | |
Must be a Wo -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J571 | + | |
The day came slow till five o'clock | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F572A | + |
The day came slow till five o'clock | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F572B | + |
The day came slow till five o'clock | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F572C | + | |
Delight -- becomes pictorial -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J572 | + | |
It was a quiet way | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F573A | + | |
It was a quiet way | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F573B | + | |
The Test of Love -- is Death -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J573 | + | |
I know lives I could miss | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F574A | + | |
My first well Day -- since many ill -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J574 | + | |
I'm saying every day | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F575A | + | |
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J575 | + | |
The difference between despair | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F576A | + | |
The difference between despair | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F576B | + |
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J576 | + | |
I went to heaven | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F577A | + |
I went to heaven | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F577B | + | |
If I may have it, when it's dead, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J577 | + | |
The angle of a landscape | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F578A | + | |
The Body grows without -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J578 | + | |
The soul unto itself | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F579A | + |
The soul unto itself | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F579B | + |
The soul unto itself | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F579C | + | |
I had been hungry, all the Years -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J579 | + | |
We see comparatively | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F580A | + | |
I gave myself to Him -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J580 | + | |
Of course I prayed | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F581A | + | |
I found the words to every thought | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J581 | + | |
I'm sorry for the dead today | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F582A | + | |
Inconceivably solemn! | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J582 | + | |
You cannot put a fire out | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F583A | + | |
A Toad, can die of Light -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J583 | + | |
We dream - it is good we are dreaming | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F584A | + | |
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J584 | + | |
If ever the lid gets off my head | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F585A | + | |
I like to see it lap the Miles -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J585 | + | |
Some say good night at night | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F586A | + | |
We talked as Girls do -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J586 | + | |
She's happy with a new content | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F587A | + | |
Empty my Heart, of Thee -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J587 | + | |
The heart asks pleasure first | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F588A | + | |
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J588 | + | |
They called me to the window, for | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F589A | + | |
The Night was wide, and furnished scant | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J589 | + | |
No romance sold unto | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F590A | + |
No romance sold unto | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F590B | + | |
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J590 | + | |
I heard a fly buzz when I died | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F591A | + | |
To interrupt His Yellow Plan | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J591 | + | |
The soul that hath a guest | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F592A | + |
The soul that hath a guest | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F592B | + | |
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J592 | + | |
I watched the moon around the house | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F593A | + |
I watched the moon around the house | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F593B | + | |
I think I was enchanted | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J593 | + | |
When I hoped I feared | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F594A | + | |
When I hoped I feared | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F594B | + |
When I hoped I feared | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F594C | + |
The Battle fought between the Soul | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J594 | + | |
The lightning playeth all the while | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F595A | + | |
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J595 | + | |
Ourselves were wed one summer - dear | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F596A | + | |
When I was small, a Woman died -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J596 | + | |
'Tis little I could care for pearls | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F597A | + | |
It always felt to me -- a wrong | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J597 | + | |
The brain is wider than the sky | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F598A | + | |
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J598 | + | |
We do not play on graves | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F599A | + | |
There is a pain -- so utter -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J599 | + | |
Her "last Poems" | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F600A | + |
Her "last Poems" | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F600B | + | |
Her "last Poems" | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F600C | + | |
It troubled me as once I was -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J600 | + | |
When bells stop ringing - church begins | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F601A | + | |
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J601 | + | |
The manner of it's death | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F602A | + | |
Of Brussels -- it was not -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J602 | + | |
The red blaze is the morning | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F603A | + | |
He found my Being -- set it up -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J603 | + | |
You'll know her by her foot | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F604A | + | |
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J604 | + | |
I am alive - I guess | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F605A | + | |
The Spider holds a Silver Ball | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J605 | + | |
Except the smaller size | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F606A | + | |
Except the smaller size | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F606B | + |
Except the smaller size | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F606C | + |
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J606 | + | |
I think the longest hour of all | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F607A | + | |
Of nearness to her sundered Things | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J607 | + | |
So glad we are a stranger'd deem | 1863 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F608A | + |
So glad we are a stranger'd deem | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F608B | + | |
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J608 | + | |
A night there lay the days between | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F609A | + | |
I Years had been from Home | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J609 | + | |
From cocoon forth a butterfly | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F610A | + | |
You'll find -- it when you try to die -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J610 | + | |
Her sweet weight on my heart a night | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F611A | + | |
I see thee better -- in the Dark -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J611 | + | |
'Tis opposites entice | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F612A | + | |
It would have starved a Gnat -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J612 | + | |
The day that I was crowned | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F613A | + | |
They shut me up in Prose -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J613 | + | |
'Twas warm at first like us | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F614A | + | |
In falling Timbers buried -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J614 | + | |
God is a distant - stately lover | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F615A | + | |
Our journey had advanced -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J615 | + | |
If any sink, assure that this now standing | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F616A | + | |
I rose -- because He sank -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J616 | + | |
The night was wide and furnished scant | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F617A | + | |
Dont put up my Thread Needle -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J617 | + | |
To love thee year by year | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F618A | + |
To love thee year by year | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F618B | + | |
At leisure is the Soul | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J618 | + | |
Did you ever stand in a cavern's mouth | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F619A | + | |
Glee -- The great storm is over -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J619 | + | |
Much madness is divinest sense | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F620A | + | |
It makes no difference abroad -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J620 | + | |
The wind tapped like a tired man | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F621A | + | |
I asked no other thing -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J621 | + | |
To interrupt his yellow plan | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F622A | + | |
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J622 | + | |
Prayer is the little implement | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F623A | + | |
It was too late for Man -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J623 | + | |
What care the dead for Chanticleer | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F624A | + | |
Forever -- is composed of Nows -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J624 | + | |
Forget! The lady with the amulet | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F625A | + | |
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J625 | + | |
Undue significance a starving man attaches | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F626A | + | |
Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J626 | + | |
I think I was enchanted | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F627A | + | |
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J627 | + | |
'Tis customary as we part | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F628 | + | |
'Tis customary as we part | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F628A | + | |
They called me to the Window, for | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J628 | + | |
The battle fought between the soul | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F629A | + | |
I watched the Moon around the House | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J629 | + | |
The soul's superior instants | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F630A | + |
The soul's superior instants | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F630B | + | |
The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J630 | + | |
Me prove it now - Whoever doubt | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F631A | + | |
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J631 | + | |
To lose one's faith surpass | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F632A | + | |
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J632 | + | |
I saw no way - The heavens were stitched | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F633A | + | |
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J633 | + | |
Had I presumed to hope | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F634A | + | |
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J634 | + | |
Sweet - you forgot - but I remembered | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F635A | + | |
Sweet - you forgot - but I remembered | 1863 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F635B | + |
Sweet - you forgot - but I remembered | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F635C | + | |
I think the longest Hour of all | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J635 | + | |
It struck me every day | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F636A | + | |
The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J636 | + | |
I went to thank her | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F637A | + | |
The Child's faith is new -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J637 | + | |
The future never spoke | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F638A | + |
The future never spoke | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F638B | + | |
To my small Hearth His fire came -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J638 | + | |
I gained it so | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F639A | + | |
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J639 | + | |
Death sets a thing significant | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F640A | + | |
I cannot live with You -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J640 | + | |
What I can do I will | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F641A | + | |
Size circumscribes -- it has no room | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J641 | + | |
There is a flower that bees prefer | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F642A | + | |
Me from Myself -- to banish -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J642 | + | |
A secret told | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F643A | + | |
I could suffice for Him, I knew -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J643 | + | |
For death - or rather | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F644A | + |
For death - or rather | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F644B | + | |
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J644 | + | |
Exhiliration is within | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F645A | + | |
Bereavement in their death to feel | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J645 | + | |
'Tis one by one the Father counts | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F646A | + | |
I think To Live -- may be a Bliss | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J646 | + | |
To fill a gap | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F647A | + | |
A little Road -- not made of Man -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J647 | + | |
I've seen a dying eye | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F648A | + | |
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J648 | + | |
No rack can torture me | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F649A | + | |
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J649 | + | |
Death is potential to that man | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F650A | + | |
Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J650 | + | |
Smiling back from coronation | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F651A | + | |
So much Summer | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J651 | + | |
That I did always love | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F652A | + | |
A Prison gets to be a friend -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J652 | + | |
No crowd that has occurred | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F653A | + | |
Of Being is a Bird | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J653 | + | |
Beauty be not caused - It is | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F654A | + | |
A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J654 | + | |
He parts himself like leaves | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F655A | + | |
Without this -- there is nought -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J655 | + | |
I started early - took my dog | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F656A | + | |
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J656 | + | |
Endow the living with the tears | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F657A | + | |
Endow the living with the tears | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F657B | + | |
I dwell in Possibility -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J657 | + | |
'Tis true - They shut me in the cold | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F658A | + | |
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J658 | + | |
The province of the saved | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F659A | + | |
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J659 | + | |
I took my power in my hand | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F660A | + | |
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J660 | + | |
Some such butterfly be seen | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F661A | + | |
Could I but ride indefinite | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J661 | + | |
I had no cause to be awake | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F662A | + | |
Embarrassment of one another | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J662 | + | |
I fear a man of frugal speech | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F663A | + | |
Again -- his voice is at the door -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J663 | + | |
Rehearsal to ourselves | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F664A | + | |
Of all the Souls that stand create -- | 1862 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J664 | + | |
The martyr poets did not tell | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F665A | + | |
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J665 | + |
I cross till I am weary | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F666A | + | |
Ah, Teneriffe! | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J666 | + |
Answer July | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F667A | + | |
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J667 | + |
There is a shame of nobleness | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F668A | + | |
"Nature" is what we see -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J668 | + |
An ignorance a sunset | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F669A | + | |
No Romance sold unto | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J669 | + |
One crucifixion is recorded only | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F670A | + | |
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J670 | + |
The sweetest heresy received | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F671A | + | |
She dwelleth in the Ground -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J671 | + |
Take your heaven further on | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F672A | + | |
The Future -- never spoke -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J672 | + |
A tongue to tell him I am true! | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F673A | + | |
The Love a Life can show Below | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J673 | + |
I could not prove the years had feet | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F674A | + | |
The Soul that hath a Guest | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J674 | + |
What soft cherubic creatures | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F675A | + | |
Essential Oils -- are wrung -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J675 | + |
You know that portrait in the moon | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F676A | + | |
Least Bee that brew -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J676 | + |
Funny to be a century | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F677A | + | |
To be alive -- is Power -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J677 | + |
Not probable - the barest chance | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F678A | + | |
Wolfe demanded during dying | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J678 | + |
When night is almost done | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F679A | + | |
Conscious am I in my Chamber, | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J679 | + |
Triumph may be of several kinds | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F680A | + | |
Each Life Converges to some Centre -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J680 | + |
Dont put up my thread needle | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F681A | + | |
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J681 | + |
So well that I can live without | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F682A | + | |
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J682 | + |
At leisure is the soul | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F683A | + | |
The Soul unto itself | 1862 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J683 | + |
Sweet - safe - houses | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F684A | + | |
Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J684 | + |
Glee - The great storm is over | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F685A | + | |
Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits, | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J685 | + |
It makes no difference abroad | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F686A | + | |
They say that "Time assuages" -- | 1863 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J686 | + |
I asked no other thing | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F687A | + | |
I'll send the feather from my Hat! | 1861 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J687 | + |
To know just how he suffered would be dear | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F688A | + | |
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- | 1862 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J688 | + |
It was too late for man | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F689A | + | |
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorus -- | 1863 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J689 | + |
Forever is composed of nows | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F690A | + | |
Victory comes late -- | 1863 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J690 | + |
'Twas a long parting - but the time | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F691A | + | |
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. | 1863 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J691 | + |
Only God detect the sorrow | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F692A | + | |
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J692 | + | |
Like eyes that looked on wastes | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F693A | + | |
Shells from the Coast mistaking -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J693 | + | |
A tooth opon our peace | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F694A | + | |
The Heaven vests for Each | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J694 | + | |
I know where wells grow - droughtless wells | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F695A | + | |
As if the Sea should part | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J695 | + | |
The tint I cannot take is best | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F696A | + | |
Their Hight in Heaven comforts not -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J696 | + | |
Why make it doubt - it hurts it so | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F697A | + | |
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J697 | + | |
I live with him - I see his face | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F698A | + | |
Life -- is what we make it -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J698 | + | |
The power to be true to you | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F699A | + | |
The Judge is like the Owl -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J699 | + | |
The way I read a letter's this | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F700A | + | |
You've seen Balloons set -- Hav'nt You? | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J700 | + | |
The child's faith is new | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F701A | + | |
A Thought went up my mind today -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J701 | + | |
Except the heaven had come so near | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F702A | + | |
A first Mute Coming -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J702 | + | |
To my small hearth his fire came | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F703A | + | |
Out of sight? What of that? | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J703 | + | |
My portion is defeat today | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F704A | + | |
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J704 | + | |
I am ashamed - I hide | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F705A | + | |
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J705 | + | |
I cannot live with you | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F706A | + | |
Life, and Death, and Giants -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J706 | + | |
Size circumscribes - it has no room | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F707A | + | |
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J707 | + | |
They put us far apart | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F708A | + | |
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J708 | + | |
Me from myself to banish | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F709A | + | |
Publication -- is the Auction | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J709 | + | |
Doom is the house without the door | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F710A | + | |
The Sunrise runs for Both -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J710 | + | |
I meant to have but modest needs | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F711A | + | |
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J711 | + | |
I could suffice for him I knew | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F712A | + | |
Because I could not stop for Death -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J712 | + | |
You left me - sire - two legacies | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F713A | + | |
Fame of Myself, to justify, | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J713 | + | |
No man can compass a despair | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F714A | + | |
Rests at Night | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J714 | + | |
The sun kept setting - setting - still | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F715A | + | |
The World -- feels Dusty | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J715 | + | |
Shells from the coast mistaking | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F716A | + | |
The Day undressed -- Herself -- | 1863 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J716 | + |
The heaven vests for each | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F717A | + | |
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J717 | + | |
The spirit is the conscious ear | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F718A | + | |
I meant to find Her when I came -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J718 | + | |
If he were living - dare I ask | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F719A | + | |
A South Wind -- has a pathos | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J719 | + | |
As if the sea should part | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F720A | + | |
No Prisoner be -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J720 | + | |
"Nature" is what we see | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F721A | + |
"Nature" is what we see | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F721B | + | |
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J721 | + | |
Opon concluded lives | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F722A | + | |
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J722 | + | |
Have any like myself | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F723A | + | |
It tossed -- and tossed -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J723 | + | |
Each life converges to some centre | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F724A | + |
Each life converges to some centre | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F724B | + | |
It's easy to invent a Life -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J724 | + | |
Their hight in heaven comforts not | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F725A | + | |
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J725 | + | |
I could bring you jewels - had I a mind to | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F726A | + | |
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J726 | + | |
Life is what we make it | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F727A | + | |
Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J727 | + | |
The judge is like the owl | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F728A | + | |
Let Us play Yesterday -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J728 | + | |
The props assist the house | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F729A | + | |
The props assist the house | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F729B | + |
Alter! When the Hills do -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J729 | + | |
You've seen balloons set - hav'nt you? | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F730A | + | |
Defrauded I a Butterfly -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J730 | + | |
A thought went up my mind today | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F731A | + | |
"I want" -- it pleaded -- All it's life -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J731 | + | |
A first mute coming | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F732A | + | |
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J732 | + | |
Out of sight? What of that? | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F733A | + | |
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J733 | + | |
No matter now - Sweet | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F734A | + | |
If He were living -- dare I ask -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J734 | + | |
The moon was but a chin of gold | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F735A | + |
The moon was but a chin of gold | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F735B | + | |
Upon Concluded Lives | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J735 | + | |
You said that I "was great" one day | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F736A | + | |
Have any like Myself | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J736 | + | |
I many times thought peace had come | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F737A | + | |
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J737 | + | |
No other can reduce | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F738A | + | |
No other can reduce | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F738B | + |
No other can reduce | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F738C | + | |
You said that I "was Great" -- one Day -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J738 | + | |
Joy to have merited the pain | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F739A | + | |
I many times thought Peace had come | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J739 | + | |
On a columnar self | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F740A | + | |
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J740 | + | |
Nature the gentlest mother is | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F741A | + | |
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J741 | + | |
No prisoner be | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F742A | + | |
Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J742 | + | |
Behind me dips eternity | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F743A | + | |
The Birds reported from the South -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J743 | + | |
She dwelleth in the ground | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F744A | + |
She dwelleth in the ground | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F744B | + | |
She dwelleth in the ground | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F744C | + |
She dwelleth in the ground | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F744D | + | |
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J744 | + | |
Sweet mountains - ye tell me no lie | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F745A | + | |
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J745 | + | |
It tossed and tossed | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F746A | + | |
Never for Society | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J746 | + | |
It's easy to invent a life | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F747A | + | |
It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J747 | + | |
God gave a loaf to every bird | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F748A | + |
God gave a loaf to every bird | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F748B | + | |
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J748 | + | |
Where thou art that is home | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F749A | + | |
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J749 | + | |
We thirst at first - 'tis nature's act | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F750A | + | |
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J750 | + | |
Precious to me she still shall be | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F751A | + | |
My Worthiness is all my Doubt -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J751 | + | |
Ah, Teneriffe - receding mountain | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F752A | + |
Ah, Teneriffe - receding mountain | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F752B | + | |
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J752 | + | |
Grief is a mouse | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F753A | + | |
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J753 | + | |
Let us play yesterday | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F754A | + | |
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J754 | + | |
Alter! When the hills do | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F755B | + |
No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J755 | + | |
Bereavement in their death to feel | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F756A | + | |
One Blessing had I than the rest | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J756 | + | |
I think to live may be a bliss | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F757A | + | |
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J757 | + | |
A little road not made of man | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F758A | + | |
These -- saw Visions -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J758 | + | |
Her sweet turn to leave the homestead | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F759A | + | |
He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J759 | + | |
Pain has an element of blank | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F760A | + | |
Most she touched me by her muteness -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J760 | + | |
So much summer | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F761A | + | |
From Blank to Blank -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J761 | + | |
Promise this - When you be dying | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F762A | + | |
The Whole of it came not at once -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J762 | + | |
I had no time to hate | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F763A | + | |
He told a homely tale | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J763 | + | |
My life had stood a loaded gun | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F764A | + | |
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J764 | + | |
The sunrise runs for both | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F765A | + | |
You constituted Time -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J765 | + | |
No bobolink reverse his singing | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F766A | + | |
My Faith is larger than the Hills -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J766 | + | |
One blessing had I than the rest | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F767A | + | |
To offer brave assistance | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J767 | + | |
The mountains grow unnoticed | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F768A | + | |
When I hoped, I recollect | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J768 | + | |
These saw visions | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F769A | + | |
One and One -- are One -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J769 | + | |
Strong draughts of their refreshing minds | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F770A | + | |
I lived on Dread -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J770 | + | |
We miss her not because we see | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F771A | + |
We miss her not because we see | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F771B | + | |
None can experience stint | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J771 | + | |
Essential oils are wrung | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F772A | + |
Essential oils are wrung | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F772B | + | |
The hallowing of Pain | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J772 | + | |
Conscious am I in my chamber | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F773A | + |
Conscious am I in my chamber | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F773B | + | |
Deprived of other Banquet, | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J773 | + | |
You taught me waiting with myself | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F774A | + | |
It is a lonesome Glee -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J774 | + | |
Suspense is hostiler than death | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F775A | + | |
If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J775 | + | |
Drama's vitallest expression is the common day | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F776A | + | |
Purple -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J776 | + | |
Life and death and giants | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F777A | + | |
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J777 | + | |
Four trees opon a solitary acre | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F778A | + | |
This that would greet -- an hour ago -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J778 | + | |
The grace myself might not obtain | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F779A | + | |
The Service without Hope -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J779 | + | |
The birds reported from the south | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F780A | + | |
The Truth -- is stirless -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J780 | + | |
Remorse is memory awake | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F781A | + | |
To wait an Hour -- is long -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J781 | + | |
Renunciation is a piercing virtue | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F782A | + | |
There is an arid Pleasure -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J782 | + | |
Never for society | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F783A | + | |
The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J783 | + | |
I sometimes drop it for a quick | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F784A | + | |
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J784 | + | |
It dropped so low in my regard | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F785A | + | |
They have a little Odor -- that to me | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J785 | + | |
Autumn overlooked my knitting | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F786A | + | |
Severer Service of myself | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J786 | + | |
Bloom opon the mountain stated | 1863 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F787A | + |
Bloom opon the mountain stated | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F787B | + |
Bloom opon the mountain stated | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F787C | + | |
Such is the Force of Happiness -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J787 | + | |
Publication is the auction | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F788A | + | |
Joy to have merited the Pain -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J788 | + | |
All but death can be adjusted | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F789A | + | |
On a Columnar Self -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J789 | + | |
Growth of man like growth of nature | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F790A | + | |
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J790 | + | |
My worthiness is all my doubt | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F791A | + | |
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J791 | + | |
So the eyes accost and sunder | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F792A | + | |
Through the strait pass of suffering -- | 1863 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J792 | + |
My soul accused me and I quailed | 1863 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F793A | + | |
Grief is a Mouse -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J793 | + | |
From us she wandered now a year | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F794A | + | |
From us she wandered now a year | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F794B | + | |
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J794 | + | |
Truth is as old as God | 1864 | Josiah Gilbert Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F795A | + |
Truth is as old as God | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F795B | + | |
Her final Summer was it -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J795 | + | |
The wind begun to knead the grass | 1864 | [Elizabeth Holland] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F796A | + |
The wind begun to rock the grass | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F796B | + |
The wind begun to knead the grass | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F796C | + | |
The wind begun to knead the grass | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F796D | + |
The wind begun to knead the grass | 1864 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F796E | + |
Who Giants know, with lesser Men | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J796 | + | |
The definition of beauty is | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F797A | + |
The definition of beauty is | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F797B | + | |
By my Window have I for Scenery | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J797 | + | |
The veins of other flowers | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F798A | + |
The veins of other flowers | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F798B | + | |
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J798 | + | |
All I may if small | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F799A | + |
All I may if small | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F799B | + | |
Despair's advantage is achieved | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J799 | + | |
I never saw a moor | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F800A | + | |
Two -- were immortal twice -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J800 | + | |
As sleigh bells seem in summer | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F801A | + | |
I play at Riches -- to appease | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J801 | + | |
The spry arms of the wind | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F802A | + | |
Time feels so vast that were it not | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J802 | + | |
Nature and God I neither knew | 1864 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F803A | + |
Nature and God I neither knew | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F803B | + | |
Who Court obtain within Himself | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J803 | + | |
Ample make this bed | 1864 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F804A | + |
Ample make this bed | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F804B | + | |
Ample make this bed | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F804C | + |
Ample make this bed | 1864 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F804D | + |
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J804 | + | |
These strangers in a foreign world | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F805A | + | |
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J805 | + | |
Partake as doth the bee | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F806A | + | |
Partake as doth the bee | 1864 | Perez Dickinson Cowan | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F806B | + |
Partake as doth the bee | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F806C | + | |
A Plated Life -- diversified | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J806 | + | |
Away from home are they and I | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F807A | + | |
Away from home are some and I | 1864 | [Elizabeth Holland] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F807B | + |
Away from home are they and I | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F807C | + | |
Expectation -- is Contentment -- | 1863 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J807 | + | |
The lovely flowers embarrass me | 1864 | Lucretia Gunn Dickinson Bullard | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F808A | + |
So set it's Sun in Thee | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J808 | + |
Sweet to have had them lost | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F809A | + | |
Good to have had them lost | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F809B | + | |
Unable are the Loved to die | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J809 | + |
The robin for the crumb | 1864 | Lucretia Gunn Dickinson Bullard | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F810A | + |
The robin for the crumb | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F810B | + | |
Her Grace is all she has -- | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J810 | + |
There is a June when corn is cut | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F811A | + |
There is a June when corn is cut | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F811B | + | |
The Veins of other Flowers | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J811 | + |
Love reckons by itself alone | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F812A | + | |
A Light exists in Spring | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J812 | + |
How well I knew her not | 1864 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F813A | + |
How well I knew her not | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F813B | + | |
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J813 | + |
Soto! Explore thyself! | 1864 | Austin Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F814A | + |
Soto! Explore thyself! | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F814B | + | |
Soto! Explore thyself! | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F814C | + | |
One Day is there of the Series | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J814 | + |
To this world she returned | 1864 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F815A | + |
To this world she returned | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F815B | + | |
The Luxury to apprehend | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J815 | + |
I could not drink it, Sue | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F816A | + |
I could not drink it, Sweet | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F816B | + | |
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J816 | + |
This consciousness that is aware | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F817A | + |
This consciousness that is aware | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F817B | + | |
Given in Marriage unto Thee | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J817 | + |
Given in marriage unto thee | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F818A | + |
Given in marriage unto thee | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F818B | + | |
I could not drink it, Sweet, | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J818 | + |
The luxury to apprehend | 1864 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F819A | + |
The luxury to apprehend | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F819B | + |
The luxury to apprehend | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F819C | + | |
The luxury to apprehend | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F819D | + | |
The luxury to apprehend | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F819E | + |
All I may, if small, | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J819 | + |
The only news I know | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F820A | + | |
The only news I know | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F820B | + |
All Circumstances are the Frame | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J820 | + |
Wert thou but ill that I might show thee | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F821A | + | |
Away from Home are some and I -- | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J821 | + |
Midsummer was it when they died | 1864 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F822A | + |
Midsummer was it when they died | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F822B | + | |
This Consciousness that is aware | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J822 | + |
The first day that I was a life | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F823A | + | |
Not what We did, shall be the test | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J823 | + |
A nearness to tremendousness | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F824A | + | |
The Wind begun to knead the Grass -- | 1864 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J824 | + |
"Unto me"? I do not know you | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F825A | + | |
An Hour is a Sea | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J825 | + |
Denial is the only fact | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F826A | + | |
Love reckons by itself -- alone -- | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J826 | + |
All forgot for recollecting | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F827A | + | |
The Only News I know | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J827 | + |
Had I not this or this I said | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F828A | + | |
The Robin is the One | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J828 | + |
Between my country and the others | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F829A | + | |
Ample make this Bed -- | 1883 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J829 | + |
The admirations and contempts of time | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F830A | + | |
To this World she returned. | 1864 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Johnson Poems 1955 | J830 | + |
Till death is narrow loving | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F831A | + | |
Dying! To be afraid of thee | 1864 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Johnson Poems 1955 | J831 | + |
'Tis sunrise - little maid - Hast thou | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F832A | + | |
Soto! Explore thyself! | 1864 | Austin Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J832 | + |
Pain expands the time | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F833A | + | |
Perhaps you think me stooping | 1864 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J833 | + |
Fitter to see him I may be | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F834A | + | |
Before He comes we weigh flee Time! | 1864 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J834 | + |
He who in himself believes | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F835A | + | |
Nature and God -- I neither knew | 1864 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J835 | + |
Color - caste - denomination | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F836A | + | |
Truth -- is as old as God -- | 1864 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J836 | + |
I make his crescent fill or lack | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F837A | + | |
How well I knew Her not | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J837 | + | |
Robbed by death but that was easy | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F838A | + | |
Impossibility, like Wine | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J838 | + | |
Unfulfilled to observation | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F839A | + | |
Always Mine! | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J839 | + | |
Love is that later thing than death | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F840A | + | |
I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J840 | + | |
Struck was I nor yet by lightning | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F841A | + | |
A Moth the hue of this | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J841 | + | |
Patience has a quiet outer | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F842A | + | |
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J842 | + | |
It bloomed and dropt a single noon | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F843A | + | |
I made slow Riches but my Gain | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J843 | + | |
This merit hath the worst | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F844A | + | |
Spring is the Period | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J844 | + | |
We can but follow to the sun | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F845A | + | |
Be Mine the Doom -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J845 | + | |
A drop fell on the apple tree | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F846A | + | |
A drop fell on the apple tree | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F846B | + | |
A drop fell on the apple tree | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F846C | + | |
A drop fell on the apple tree | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F846D | + |
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J846 | + | |
Her final summer was it | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F847A | + | |
Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J847 | + | |
Who giants know, with lesser men | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F848A | + | |
Just as He spoke it from his Hands | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J848 | + | |
By my window have I for scenery | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F849A | + | |
The good Will of a Flower | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J849 | + | |
Defrauded I a butterfly | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F850A | + | |
I sing to use the Waiting | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J850 | + | |
"I want" it pleaded all it's life | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F851A | + | |
When the Astronomer stops seeking | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J851 | + | |
It was a grave yet bore no stone | 1864 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F852A | + |
It was a grave yet bore no stone | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F852B | + | |
It was a grave yet bore no stone | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F852C | + | |
Apology for Her | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J852 | + | |
She staked her feathers - gained an arc | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F853A | + | |
When One has given up One's life | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J853 | + | |
Despair's advantage is achieved | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F854A | + | |
Banish Air from Air -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J854 | + | |
Two were immortal twice | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F855A | + |
Two were immortal twice | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F855B | + | |
To own the Art within the Soul | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J855 | + | |
I play at riches to appease | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F856A | + | |
There is a finished feeling | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J856 | + | |
She rose to his requirement - dropt | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F857A | + | |
Uncertain lease -- developes lustre | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J857 | + | |
Time feels so vast that were it not | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F858A | + | |
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J858 | + | |
Who court obtain within himself | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F859A | + | |
A Doubt if it be Us | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J859 | + | |
No notice gave she but a change | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F860A | + | |
Absence disembodies -- so does Death | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J860 | + | |
They say that "Time assuages" | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F861A | + | |
They say that "Time assuages" | 1864 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F861B | + |
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J861 | + | |
On the bleakness of my lot | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F862A | + |
On the bleakness of my lot | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F862B | + | |
Light is sufficient to itself -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J862 | + | |
This bauble was preferred of bees | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F863A | + | |
That Distance was between Us | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J863 | + | |
A plated life diversified | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F864A | + | |
The Robin for the Crumb | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J864 | + | |
Expectation is contentment | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F865A | + | |
He outstripped Time with but a Bout, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J865 | + | |
This dust and it's feature | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F866A | + | |
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J866 | + | |
I felt a cleaving in my mind | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F867A | + |
I felt a cleaving in my mind | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F867B | + | |
Escaping backward to perceive | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J867 | + | |
Fairer through fading as the day | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F868A | + | |
They ask but our Delight | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J868 | + | |
What I see not I better see | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F869A | + | |
Because the Bee may blameless hum | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J869 | + | |
None can experience stint | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F870A | + | |
Finding is the first Act | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J870 | + | |
The hallowing of pain | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F871A | + | |
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J871 | + | |
Deprived of other banquet | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F872A | + | |
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J872 | + | |
It is a lonesome glee | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F873A | + | |
Ribbons of the Year -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J873 | + | |
If blame be my side - forfeit me | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F874A | + | |
They wont frown always -- some sweet Day | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J874 | + | |
The color of a queen is this | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F875A | + | |
I stepped from Plank to Plank | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J875 | + | |
To be alive is power | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F876A | + |
To be alive is power | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F876B | + | |
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J876 | + | |
The loneliness one dare not sound | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F877A | + | |
Each Scar I'll keep for Him | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J877 | + | |
Least bee that brew a honey's weight | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F878A | + |
Least bee that brew a honey's weight | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F878B | + | |
The Sun is gay or stark | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J878 | + | |
This that would greet an hour ago | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F879A | + | |
Each Second is the last | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J879 | + | |
The service without hope | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F880A | + | |
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J880 | + | |
I meant to find her when I came | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F881A | + | |
I've none to tell me to but Thee | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J881 | + | |
The truth is stirless | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F882A | + | |
A Shade upon the mind there passes | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J882 | + | |
A south wind has a pathos | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F883A | + | |
The Poets light but Lamps -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J883 | + | |
To wait an hour is long | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F884A | + | |
An Everywhere of Silver | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J884 | + | |
There is an arid pleasure | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F885A | + | |
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J885 | + | |
Bereaved of all I went abroad | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F886A | + | |
These tested Oui Horizon -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J886 | + | |
Severer service of myself | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F887A | + | |
We outgrow love, like other things | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J887 | + | |
'Twould ease a butterfly | 1864 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F888A | + |
'Twould ease a butterfly | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F888B | + | |
When I have seen the Sun emerge | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J888 | + | |
Such is the force of happiness | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F889A | + | |
Crisis is a Hair | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J889 | + | |
A coffin is a small domain | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F890B | + | |
From Us She wandered now a Year, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J890 | + | |
I learned at least what home could be | 1864 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F891A | + | |
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J891 | + | |
Fame's boys and girls, who never die | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F892A | + | |
Who occupies this House? | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J892 | + | |
Her sovreign people | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F893A | + |
Drab Habitation of Whom? | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J893 | + | |
The overtakelessness of those | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F894A | + |
The overtakelessness of those | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F894B | + | |
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J894 | + | |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895A | + |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895B | + |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895C | + |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895D | + |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895E | + |
Further in summer than the birds | 1865 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F895F | + |
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J895 | + | |
Purple is fashionable twice | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F896A | + | |
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J896 | + | |
She sped as petals from a rose | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F897A | + | |
She sped as petals of a rose | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F897B | + | |
She sped as petals from a rose | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F897C | + |
How fortunate the Grave -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J897 | + | |
An hour is a sea | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F898A | + |
How happy I was if I could forget | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J898 | + | |
Experience is the angled road | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F899A | + | |
Herein a Blossom lies -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J899 | + | |
'Twas awkward but it fitted me | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F900A | + | |
What did They do since I saw Them? | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J900 | + | |
The soul's distinct connection | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F901A | + | |
Sweet, to have had them lost | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J901 | + | |
Too little way the house must lie | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F902A | + | |
The first Day that I was a Life | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J902 | + | |
A doubt if it be us | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F903A | + | |
I hide myself within my flower, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J903 | + | |
Absence disembodies - so does death | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F904A | + | |
Had I not This, or This, I said, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J904 | + | |
Split the lark and you'll find the music | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F905A | + | |
Between My Country -- and the Others -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J905 | + | |
That distance was between us | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F906A | + | |
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J906 | + | |
That is solemn we have ended | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F907A | + | |
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J907 | + | |
They ask but our delight | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F908A | + | |
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J908 | + | |
Because the bee may blameless hum | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F909A | + | |
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J909 | + | |
Finding is the first act | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F910A | + | |
Experience is the Angled Road | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J910 | + | |
As frost is best conceived | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F911A | + | |
Too little way the House must lie | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J911 | + | |
To my quick ear the leaves conferred | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F912A | + | |
Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J912 | + | |
A man may make a remark | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F913A | + | |
And this of all my Hopes | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J913 | + | |
A door just opened on a street | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F914A | + | |
I cannot be ashamed | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J914 | + | |
What shall I do when the summer troubles | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F915A | + | |
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J915 | + | |
Drab habitation of whom? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F916A | + | |
His Feet are shod with Gauze -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J916 | + | |
As one does sickness over | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F917A | + | |
Love -- is anterior to Life -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J917 | + | |
We met as sparks - diverging flints | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F918A | + | |
Only a Shrine, but Mine -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J918 | + | |
Be mine the doom | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F919A | + | |
Be mine the doom | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F919B | + | |
If I can stop one Heart from breaking | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J919 | + | |
Each scar I'll keep for him | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F920A | + | |
We can but follow to the Sun -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J920 | + | |
Snow beneath whose chilly softness | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F921A | + | |
If it had no pencil | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J921 | + | |
The sun is gay or stark | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F922A | + | |
Those who have been in the Grave the longest -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J922 | + | |
They wont frown always - some sweet day | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F923A | + |
They wont frown always - some sweet day | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F923B | + | |
How the Waters closed above Him | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J923 | + | |
On that dear frame the years had worn | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F924A | + | |
Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J924 | + | |
The lady feeds her little bird | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F925A | + | |
Struck, was I, nor yet by Lightning -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J925 | + | |
I stepped from plank to plank | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F926A | + | |
Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J926 | + | |
Each second is the last | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F927A | + | |
Absent Place -- an April Day -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J927 | + | |
The bird must sing to earn the crumb | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F928A | + | |
The Heart has narrow Banks | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J928 | + | |
I've none to tell me to but thee | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F929A | + | |
How far is it to Heaven? | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J929 | + | |
The poets light but lamps | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F930A | + | |
There is a June when Corn is cut | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J930 | + | |
An everywhere of silver | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F931A | + | |
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J931 | + | |
Our little kinsmen after rain | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F932A | + | |
My best Acquaintances are those | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J932 | + | |
Of tolling bell I ask the cause? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F933A | + | |
Of tolling bell I ask the cause? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F933B | + | |
Of tolling bell I ask the cause? | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F933C | + |
Two Travellers perishing in Snow | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J933 | + | |
These tested our horizon | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F934A | + | |
That is solemn we have ended | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J934 | + | |
As imperceptibly as grief | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F935A | + |
As imperceptibly as grief | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F935B | + | |
As imperceptibly as grief | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F935C | + |
As imperceptibly as grief | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F935D | + | |
As imperceptibly as grief | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F935E | + | |
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J935 | + | |
As willing lid o'er weary eye | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F936A | + | |
This Dust, and it's Feature -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J936 | + | |
Not all die early dying young | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F937A | + |
Not all die early dying young | 1865 | Josiah Gilbert Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F937B | + |
Not all die early dying young | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F937C | + | |
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J937 | + | |
Those who have been in the grave the longest | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F938A | + | |
Fairer through Fading -- as the Day | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J938 | + | |
Impossibility like wine | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F939A | + | |
What I see not, I better see -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J939 | + | |
So set it's sun in thee | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F940A | + |
So set it's sun in thee | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F940B | + | |
On that dear Frame the Years had worn | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J940 | + | |
How the waters closed above him | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F941A | + | |
The Lady feeds Her little Bird | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J941 | + | |
Always mine! | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F942A | + | |
Snow beneath whose chilly softness | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J942 | + | |
I cannot buy it - 'tis not sold | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F943A | + | |
A Coffin -- is a small Domain, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J943 | + | |
A moth the hue of this | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F944A | + | |
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J944 | + | |
Good to hide and hear 'em hunt! | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F945A | + | |
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J945 | + | |
Dying! To be afraid of thee | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F946A | + |
Dying! To be afraid of thee | 1865 | Gertrude Lefferts Vanderbilt | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F946B | + |
Dying! To be afraid of thee | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F946C | + | |
It is an honorable Thought | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J946 | + | |
I made slow riches but my gain | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F947A | + | |
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J947 | + | |
Spring is the period | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F948A | + | |
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J948 | + | |
Before he comes we weigh the time | 1865 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F949A | + |
Before he comes we weigh the time | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F949B | + | |
Under the Light, yet under, | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J949 | + | |
Twice had summer her fair verdure | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F950A | + | |
The Sunset stopped on Cottages | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J950 | + | |
Unable are the loved to die | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F951A | + |
Unable are the loved to die | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F951B | + | |
As Frost is best conceived | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J951 | + | |
Finite to fail but infinite to venture | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F952A | + | |
A Man may make a Remark -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J952 | + | |
Just as he spoke it from his hands | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F953A | + | |
A Door just opened on a street -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J953 | + | |
The good will of a flower | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F954A | + | |
The Chemical conviction | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J954 | + | |
I sing to use the waiting | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F955A | + | |
The Hollows round His eager Eyes | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J955 | + | |
Her grace is all she has | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F956A | + |
Her grace is all she has | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F956B | + | |
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J956 | + | |
When the astronomer stops seeking | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F957A | + | |
As One does Sickness over | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J957 | + | |
Absent place an April day | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F958A | + | |
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J958 | + | |
Apology for her | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F959A | + | |
A loss of something ever felt I -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J959 | + | |
The heart has narrow banks | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F960A | + | |
As plan for Noon and plan for Night | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J960 | + | |
When one has given up one's life | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F961A | + | |
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J961 | + | |
A light exists in spring | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F962A | + |
A light exists in spring | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F962B | + | |
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J962 | + | |
Banish air from air | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F963A | + | |
A nearness to Tremendousness -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J963 | + | |
Like men and women shadows walk | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F964A | + |
Like men and women shadows walk | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F964B | + | |
"Unto Me?" I do not know you -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J964 | + | |
How far is it to heaven? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F965A | + | |
Denial -- is the only fact | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J965 | + | |
A death blow is a life blow to some | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F966A | + |
A death blow is a life blow to some | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F966B | + | |
A death blow is a life blow to some | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F966C | + |
All forgot for recollecting | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J966 | + | |
Two travellers perishing in snow | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F967A | + | |
Pain -- expands the Time -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J967 | + | |
Fame is the tint that scholars leave | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F968A | + | |
Fitter to see Him, I may be | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J968 | + | |
Escaping backward to perceive | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F969A | + | |
He who in Himself believes -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J969 | + | |
The mountain sat opon the plain | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F970A | + | |
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J970 | + | |
Peace is a fiction of our faith | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F971A | + | |
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J971 | + | |
Not what we did shall be the test | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F972A | + |
Not what we did shall be the test | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F972B | + | |
Unfulfilled to Observation -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J972 | + | |
Death is a dialogue between | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F973A | + | |
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J973 | + | |
The largest fire ever known | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F974A | + | |
The largest fire ever known | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F974B | + |
The Soul's distinct connection | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J974 | + | |
And this of all my hopes | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F975A | + | |
The Mountain sat upon the Plain | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J975 | + | |
Besides this May | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F976A | + | |
Death is a Dialogue between | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J976 | + | |
I cannot be ashamed | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F977A | + | |
Besides this May | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J977 | + | |
Faith is the pierless bridge | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F978A | + | |
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J978 | + | |
His feet are shod with gauze | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F979A | + | |
This Merit hath the worst -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J979 | + | |
Love is anterior to life | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F980A | + | |
Purple -- is fashionable twice -- | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J980 | + | |
Only a shrine but mine | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F981A | + | |
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer | 1864 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J981 | + | |
If I can stop one heart from breaking | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F982A | + | |
No Other can reduce | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J982 | + |
Bee! I'm expecting you! | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F983A | + | |
Ideals are the Fairy Oil | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J983 | + |
Satisfaction is the agent | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F984A | + | |
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J984 | + |
Here where the daisies fit my head | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F985A | + | |
The Missing All, prevented Me | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J985 | + |
Where I am not afraid to go | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F986A | + |
Where I am not afraid to go | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F986B | + | |
A narrow Fellow in the Grass | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J986 | + |
Her little parasol to lift | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F987A | + | |
The Leaves like Women, interchange | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J987 | + |
Said death to passion | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F988A | + | |
The Definition of Beauty is | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J988 | + |
Air has no residence, no neighbor | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F989A | + | |
Gratitude -- is not the mention | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J989 | + |
His bill an augur is | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F990A | + | |
Not all die early, dying young -- | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J990 | + |
To undertake is to achieve | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F991A | + | |
To undertake is to achieve | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F991B | + | |
To undertake is to achieve | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F991C | + |
She sped as Petals of a Rose | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J991 | + |
Three weeks passed since I had seen her | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F992A | + | |
The Dust behind I strove to join | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J992 | + |
A sickness of this world it most occasions | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F993A | + | |
We miss Her, not because We see -- | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J993 | + |
He scanned it - staggered | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F994A | + | |
Partake as doth the Bee, | 1865 | Perez Dickinson Cowan | Johnson Poems 1955 | J994 | + |
The missing all prevented me | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F995A | + |
The missing all prevented me | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F995B | + | |
This was in the White of the Year -- | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J995 | + |
I heard as if I had no ear | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F996A | + | |
I heard as if I had no ear | 1865 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F996B | + |
We'll pass without the parting | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J996 | + | |
Not so the infinite relations - below | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F997A | + | |
Crumbling is not an instant's Act | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J997 | + | |
Somewhat to hope for | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F998A | + | |
Best Things dwell out of Sight | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J998 | + | |
Spring comes on the world | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F999A | + | |
Superfluous were the Sun | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J999 | + | |
Lest this be heaven indeed | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1000A | + | |
The Fingers of the Light | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1000 | + | |
The stimulus beyond the grave | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1001A | + | |
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1001 | + | |
Aurora is the effort | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1002A | + | |
Aurora is the effort | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1002 | + | |
Dying at my music! | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1003A | + | |
Dying at my music! | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1003 | + | |
There is no silence in the earth so silent | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1004A | + | |
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1004 | + | |
Bind me I still can sing | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1005A | + | |
Bind me -- I still can sing -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1005 | + | |
The first we knew of him was death | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1006A | + | |
The first We knew of Him was Death -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1006 | + | |
Falsehood of thee could I suppose | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1007A | + | |
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1007 | + | |
How still the bells in steeples stand | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1008A | + | |
How still the Bells in Steeples stand | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1008 | + | |
I was a phebe - nothing more | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1009A | + | |
I was a Phebe -- nothing more -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1009 | + | |
Crumbling is not an instant's act | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1010A | + | |
Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1010 | + | |
Not to discover weakness is | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1011A | + | |
She rose as high as His Occasion | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1011 | + | |
Best things dwell out of sight | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1012A | + | |
Which is best? Heaven -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1012 | + | |
Superfluous were the sun | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1013A | + | |
Too scanty 'twas to die for you, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1013 | + | |
This was in the white of the year | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross (Louise) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1014A | + |
This was in the white of the year | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1014B | + | |
Did We abolish Frost | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1014 | + | |
The fingers of the light | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1015A | + | |
Were it but Me that gained the Hight -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1015 | + | |
Ideals are the fairy oil | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1016A | + |
Ideals are the fairy oil | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1016B | + | |
The Hills in Purple syllables | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1016 | + | |
The soul should always stand ajar | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1017A | + | |
To die -- without the Dying | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1017 | + | |
Up life's hill with my little bundle | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1018A | + | |
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1018 | + | |
She rose as high as his occasion | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1019A | + | |
My Season's furthest Flower -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1019 | + | |
There is a zone whose even years | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1020A | + | |
Trudging to Eden, looking backward, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1020 | + | |
Which is best? Heaven | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1021A | + | |
Far from Love the Heavenly Father | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1021 | + | |
A bold, inspiriting bird is the jay | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1022A | + | |
A prompt - executive bird is the jay | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1022B | + | |
A bold, inspiriting bird is the jay | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1022C | + |
I knew that I had gained | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1022 | + | |
Too scanty 'twas to die for you | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1023A | + | |
It rises -- passes -- on our South | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1023 | + | |
Did we abolish frost | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1024A | + | |
So large my Will | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1024 | + | |
Were it but me that gained the hight | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1025A | + | |
The Products of my Farm are these | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1025 | + | |
The hills in purple syllables | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1026A | + | |
The Dying need but little, Dear, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1026 | + | |
To die without the dying | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1027A | + | |
My Heart upon a little Plate | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1027 | + | |
Who saw no sunrise cannot say | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1028A | + | |
'Twas my one Glory -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1028 | + | |
I had a daily bliss | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1029A | + | |
Nor Mountain hinder Me | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1029 | + | |
My season's furthest flower | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1030A | + | |
That Such have died enable Us | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1030 | + | |
Trudging to Eden looking backward | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1031A | + | |
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1031 | + | |
Far from love the Heavenly Father | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1032A | + | |
Who is the East? | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1032 | + | |
I knew that I had gained | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1033A | + | |
Said Death to Passion | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1033 | + | |
It rises - passes - on our south | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1034A | + | |
His Bill an Augur is | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1034 | + | |
So large my will | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1035A | + | |
Bee! I'm expecting you! | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1035 | + | |
The products of my farm are these | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1036A | + | |
Satisfaction -- is the Agent | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1036 | + | |
The dying need but little, dear | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1037A | + | |
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1037 | + | |
Bloom is result - to meet a flower | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1038A | + | |
Her little Parasol to lift | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1038 | + | |
My heart opon a little plate | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1039A | + |
My heart opon a little plate | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1039B | + | |
I heard, as if I had no Ear | 1865 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1039 | + |
'Twas my one glory | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1040A | + | |
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1040 | + | |
Nor mountain hinder me | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1041A | + | |
Somewhat, to hope for, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1041 | + | |
When they come back - if blossoms do | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1042A | + | |
Spring comes on the World -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1042 | + | |
Superiority to fate | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1043A | + | |
Lest this be Heaven indeed | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1043 | + | |
Revolution is the pod | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1044A | + | |
A Sickness of this World it most occasions | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1044 | + | |
We learn in the retreating | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1045A | + | |
Nature rarer uses Yellow | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1045 | + | |
What twigs we held by | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1046A | + | |
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1046 | + | |
We miss a kinsman more | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1047A | + | |
The Opening and the Close | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1047 | + | |
Ended ere it begun | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1048A | + | |
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1048 | + | |
Myself can read the telegrams | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1049A | + | |
Pain has but one Acquaintance | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1049 | + | |
I am afraid to own a body | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1050A | + | |
As willing lid o'er weary eye | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1050 | + | |
The well opon the brook | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1051A | + | |
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1051 | + | |
It was not saint - it was too large | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1052A | + | |
I never saw a Moor -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1052 | + | |
Because 'twas riches I could own | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1053A | + | |
It was a quiet way -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1053 | + | |
Themself are all I have | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1054A | + | |
Not to discover weakness is | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1054 | + | |
To whom the mornings stand for nights | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1055A | + | |
The Soul should always stand ajar | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1055 | + | |
Could I but ride indefinite | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1056A | + | |
There is a Zone whose even Years | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1056 | + | |
Embarrassment of one another | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1057A | + | |
I had a daily Bliss | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1057 | + | |
To one denied to drink | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1058A | + | |
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1058 | + | |
Uncertain lease developes lustre | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1059A | + | |
Sang from the Heart, Sire, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1059 | + | |
Noon is the hinge of day | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1060A | + | |
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1060 | + | |
This chasm, Sweet, opon my life | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1061A | + | |
Three Weeks passed since -- I had seen Her -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1061 | + | |
My best acquaintances are those | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1062A | + | |
He scanned it -- staggered -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1062 | + | |
The sun and moon must make their haste | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1063A | + | |
Ashes denote that Fire was -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1063 | + | |
As the starved maelstrom laps the navies | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1064A | + | |
To help our Bleaker Parts | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1064 | + | |
Ribbons of the year | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1065A | + | |
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1065 | + | |
Death leaves us homesick, who behind | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1066A | + | |
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die | 1865 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1066 | + | |
Crisis is a hair | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1067A | + | |
Except the smaller size | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1067 | + |
Under the light yet under | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1068A | + | |
Further in Summer than the Birds | 1866 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1068 | + |
Who occupies this house? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1069A | + | |
Paradise is of the option. | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1069 | + |
The chemical conviction | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1070A | + | |
To undertake is to achieve | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1070 | + |
The hollows round his eager eyes | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1071A | + | |
Perception of an object costs | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1071 | + |
A loss of something ever felt I | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1072A | + | |
Title divine -- is mine! | 1862 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1072 | + |
Herein a blossom lies | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1073A | + | |
Experiment to me | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1073 | + |
What did they do since I saw them? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1074A | + | |
Count not that far that can be had, | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1074 | + |
As plan for noon and plan for night | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1075A | + | |
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. | 1866 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1075 | + |
Of consciousness, her awful mate | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1076A | + | |
Just Once! Oh least Request! | 1866 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1076 | + |
A cloud withdrew from the sky | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1077A | + | |
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1077 | + | |
Of silken speech and specious shoe | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1078A | + | |
Of silken speech and specious shoe | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1078B | + | |
The Bustle in a House | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1078 | + | |
How fortunate the grave | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1079A | + | |
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1079 | + | |
How happy I was if I could forget | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1080A | + | |
When they come back -- if Blossoms do -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1080 | + | |
Experiment to me | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1081A | + |
Experiment to me | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1081B | + | |
Experiment to me | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1081C | + | |
Superiority to Fate | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1081 | + | |
That such have died enable us | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1082A | + | |
Revolution is the Pod | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1082 | + | |
Sang from the heart, sire | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1083A | + | |
We learn in the Retreating | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1083 | + | |
Fate slew him but he did not drop | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1084A | + | |
At Half past Three, a single Bird | 1866 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1084 | + |
Who is the east? | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1085A | + | |
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1085 | + | |
Nature rarer uses yellow | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1086A | + |
Nature rarer uses yellow | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1086B | + | |
What Twigs We held by -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1086 | + | |
To help our bleaker parts | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1087A | + | |
We miss a Kinsman more | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1087 | + | |
I've dropped my brain - My soul is numb | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1088A | + | |
Ended, ere it begun -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1088 | + | |
The opening and the close | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1089A | + | |
Myself can read the Telegrams | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1089 | + | |
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1090A | + |
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1090B | + | |
I am afraid to own a Body -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1090 | + | |
To own the art within the soul | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1091A | + | |
The Well upon the Brook | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1091 | + | |
There is a finished feeling | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1092A | + | |
It was not Saint -- it was too large -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1092 | + | |
'Twas crisis - All the length had passed | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1093A | + | |
Because 'twas Riches I could own, | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1093 | + | |
We outgrow love like other things | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1094A | + | |
Themself are all I have -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1094 | + | |
When I have seen the sun emerge | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1095A | + | |
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1095 | + | |
A narrow fellow in the grass | 1865 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1096A | + |
A narrow fellow in the grass | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1096B | + | |
A narrow fellow in the grass | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1096C | + | |
These Strangers, in a foreign World, | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1096 | + | |
Ashes denote that fire was | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1097A | + | |
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1097 | + | |
The leaves like women interchange | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1098A | + |
The leaves like women interchange | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1098B | + | |
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1098 | + | |
At half past three a single bird | 1865 | Josiah Gilbert Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1099A | + |
At half past three a single bird | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1099B | + | |
At half past three a single bird | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1099C | + | |
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors teaze -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1099 | + | |
The last night that she lived | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1100A | + | |
The last Night that She lived | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1100 | + | |
If nature smiles - the mother must | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1101A | + | |
Between the form of Life and Life | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1101 | + | |
Dew is the freshet in the grass | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1102A | + |
Dew is the freshet in the grass | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1102B | + | |
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1102 | + | |
Perception of an object costs | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1103A | + |
Perception of an object costs | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1103B | + | |
The spry Arms of the Wind | 1866 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1103 | + | |
The crickets sang | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1104A | + | |
The crickets sang | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1104B | + | |
The crickets sang | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1104C | + |
The Crickets sang | 1867 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1104 | + |
Of the heart that goes in and closes the door | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1105A | + | |
Like Men and Women Shadows walk | 1867 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1105 | + |
These are the signs to nature's inns | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1106A | + | |
We do not know the time we lose -- | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1106 | + | |
My cocoon tightens - Colors teaze | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1107A | + | |
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1107 | + | |
The bustle in a house | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1108A | + | |
A Diamond on the Hand | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1108 | + | |
The sun went down - no man looked on | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1109A | + | |
I fit for them -- | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1109 | + | |
One day is there of the series | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1110A | + | |
One day is there of the series | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1110B | + |
None who saw it ever told it | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1110 | + | |
He outstripped time with but a bout | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1111A | + | |
Some Wretched creature, savior take | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1111 | + | |
This is a blossom of the brain | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1112A | + | |
That this should feel the need of Death | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1112 | + | |
All circumstances are the frame | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1113A | + |
All circumstances are the frame | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1113B | + | |
There is a strength in proving that it can be bourne | 1867 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1113 | + | |
A shade opon the mind there passes | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1114A | + | |
The largest Fire ever known | 1868 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1114 | + |
It is an honorable thought | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1115A | + | |
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased | 1868 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1115 | + |
The sunset stopped on cottages | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1116A | + | |
There is another Loneliness | 1868 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1116 | + |
Let down the bars, oh death | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1117A | + | |
A Mine there is no Man would own | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1117 | + | |
Reportless subjects, to the quick | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1118A | + | |
Exhiliration is the Breeze | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1118 | + | |
Pain has but one acquaintance | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1119A | + | |
Paradise is that old mansion | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1119 | + | |
Gratitude is not the mention | 1865 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1120A | + |
Gratitude is not the mention | 1865 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1120B | + |
Gratitude is not the mention | 1865 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1120C | + | |
This slow Day moved along -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1120 | + | |
The sky is low - the clouds are mean | 1866 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1121A | + |
Time does go on -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1121 | + | |
I cannot meet the spring unmoved | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1122A | + | |
I cannot meet the spring unmoved | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1122B | + |
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1122 | + | |
Between the form of life and life | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1123A | + | |
A great Hope fell | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1123 | + | |
Count not that far that can be had | 1866 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1124A | + |
Count not that far that can be had | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1124B | + | |
Had we known the Ton she bore | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1124 | + | |
Paradise is of the option | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1125A | + | |
Paradise is of the option | 1866 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1125B | + |
Oh Sumptuous moment | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1125 | + | |
His bill is clasped - his eye forsook | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1126A | + | |
His bill is locked, his eye estranged | 1866 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1126B | + |
Shall I take thee, the Poet said | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1126 | + | |
After the sun comes out | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1127A | + | |
Soft as the massacre of Suns | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1127 | + | |
Distance is not the realm of fox | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1128A | + |
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1128 | + | |
I fit for them - I seek the dark | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1129A | + | |
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1129 | + | |
The frost of death was on the pane | 1866 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1130A | + | |
The frost of death was on the pane | 1866 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1130B | + |
The frost of death was on the pane | 1866 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1130C | + |
That odd old man is dead a year -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1130 | + | |
A diamond on the hand | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1131A | + | |
The Merchant of the Picturesque | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1131 | + | |
Some wretched creature, savior take | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1132A | + | |
The smouldering embers blush -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1132 | + | |
There is a strength in proving that it can be borne | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1133A | + | |
The Snow that never drifts -- | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1133 | + | |
The merchant of the picturesque | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1134A | + | |
The Wind took up the Northern Things | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1134 | + | |
None who saw it ever told it | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1135A | + | |
Too cold is this | 1868 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1135 | + | |
Soul, take thy risk | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1136A | + | |
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1136 | + |
Too cold is this | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1137A | + | |
The duties of the Wind are few, | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1137 | + |
There is another loneliness | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1138A | + | |
There is another loneliness | 1867 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1138B | + |
A Spider sewed at Night | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1138 | + |
We do not know the time we lose | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1139A | + | |
Her sovreign People | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1139 | + |
The lightning is a yellow fork | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1140A | + | |
The Day grew small, surrounded tight | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1140 | + |
A full fed rose on meals of tint | 1867 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1141A | + |
A full fed rose on meals of tint | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1141B | + | |
The Face we choose to miss -- | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1141 | + |
The murmuring of bees has ceased | 1867 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1142A | + | |
The murmuring of bees has ceased | 1867 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1142B | + |
The Props assist the House | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1142 | + |
The smouldering embers blush | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1143A | + | |
The Work of Her that went, | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1143 | + |
Paradise is that old mansion | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1144A | + | |
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1144 | + | |
In thy long paradise of light | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1145A | + | |
In thy long Paradise of Light | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1145 | + | |
Soft as the massacre of suns | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1146A | + | |
When Etna basks and purrs | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1146 | + | |
The bird did prance - the bee did play | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1147A | + | |
The bird did prance - the bee did play | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1147B | + | |
After a hundred years | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1147 | + | |
Tell as a marksman were forgotten | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1148A | + | |
After the Sun comes out | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1148 | + | |
After a hundred years | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1149A | + | |
I noticed People disappeared | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1149 | + | |
These are the nights that beetles love | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1150A | + | |
How many schemes may die | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1150 | + | |
'Tis my first night beneath the sun | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1151A | + | |
Soul, take thy risk, | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1151 | + | |
The wind took up the northern things | 1868 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1152A | + | |
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten | 1869 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1152 | + | |
The longest day that God appoints | 1868 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1153A | + |
Through what transports of Patience | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1153 | + | |
I noticed people disappeared | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1154A | + | |
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1154 | + |
The snow that never drifts | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1155A | + | |
Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1155 | + |
That odd old man is dead a year | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1156A | + | |
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1156 | + |
Exhiliration is the breeze | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1157A | + | |
Some Days retired from the rest | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1157 | + |
Best witchcraft is geometry | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1158A | + | |
Best witchcraft is geometry | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1158B | + |
Best Witchcraft is Geometry | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1158 | + |
The work of her that went | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1159A | + |
Great Streets of silence led away | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1159 | + |
The duties of the wind are few | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1160A | + | |
The duties of the wind are few | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1160B | + |
He is alive, this morning -- | 1870 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1160 | + |
When Etna basks and purrs | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1161A | + |
Trust adjusts her "Peradventure" -- | 1870 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1161 | + |
A mine there is no man would own | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1162A | + |
The Life we have is very great. | 1870 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1162 | + |
A spider sewed at night | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1163A | + |
A spider sewed at night | 1869 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1163B | + |
God made no act without a cause, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1163 | + | ||
The day grew small, surrounded tight | 1869 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1164A | + | |
The day grew small, surrounded tight | 1869 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1164B | + |
Were it to be the last | 1870 | Catherine Dickinson Sweetser | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1164 | + |
Were it to be the last | 1870 | Catherine Dickinson Sweetser | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1165A | + |
Contained in this short Life | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1165 | + | |
Great streets of silence led away | 1870 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1166A | + |
Great streets of silence led away | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1166B | + |
Great streets of silence led away | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1166C | + | |
Of Paul and Silas it is said | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1166 | + | |
I bet with every wind that blew | 1870 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1167A | + |
Alone and in a Circumstance | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1167 | + | |
My God he sees thee | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1168A | + |
As old as Woe -- | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1168 | + | |
Some days retired from the rest | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1169A | + |
Some days retired from the rest | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1169B | + | |
Lest they should come -- is all my fear | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1169 | + | |
Of nature I shall have enough | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1170A | + | |
Nature affects to be sedate | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1170 | + | |
The suburbs of a secret | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1171A | + |
The suburbs of a secret | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1171B | + | |
On the World you colored | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1171 | + | |
The incidents of love | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1172A | + | |
The incidents of love | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1172B | + |
The Clouds their Backs together laid | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1172 | + | |
He is alive this morning | 1870 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1173A | + |
The Lightning is a yellow Fork | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1173 | + | |
Alone and in a circumstance | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1174A | + | |
There's the Battle of Burgoyne -- | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1174 | + | |
Contained in this short life | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1175A | + | |
Contained in this short life | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1175B | + | |
Contained in this short life | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1175C | + | |
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1175 | + | |
Nature affects to be sedate | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1176A | + | |
We never know how high we are | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1176 | + | |
Trust adjusts her "peradventure" | 1870 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1177A | + |
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1177 | + |
The life we have is very great | 1870 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1178A | + |
My God -- He sees thee -- | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1178 | + |
Where every bird is bold to go | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1179A | + | |
Of so divine a Loss | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1179 | + |
The riddle that we guess | 1870 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1180A | + |
The riddle we can guess | 1870 | [Samuel Bowles] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1180B | + |
The riddle that we guess | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1180C | + | |
"Remember me" implored the Thief! | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1180 | + |
Experiment escorts us last | 1870 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1181A | + |
When I hoped I feared -- | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1181 | + |
Too happy time dissolves itself | 1870 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1182A | + |
Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1182 | + |
Because he loves her | 1870 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1183A | + |
It will not harm her magic pace | 1870 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1183B | + |
Because he loves her | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1183C | + | |
Because he loves her | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1183D | + | |
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1183 | + |
We introduce ourselves | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1184A | + | |
The Days that we can spare | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1184 | + |
Had we known the ton she bore | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1185A | + | |
A little Dog that wags his tail | 1871 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1185 | + |
Oh sumptuous moment | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1186A | + | |
Too few the mornings be, | 1871 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1186 | + |
A great hope fell | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1187A | + | |
Oh Shadow on the Grass, | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1187 | + | |
A not admitting of the wound | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1188A | + | |
'Twas fighting for his Life he was -- | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1188 | + | |
That this should feel the need of death | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1189A | + | |
The Voice that stands for Floods to me | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1189 | + | |
The frost was never seen | 1870 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1190A | + | |
The Sun and Fog contested | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1190 | + | |
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born today | 1870 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1191A | + |
The pungent atom in the Air | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1191 | + | |
God made no act without a cause | 1870 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1192A | + |
An honest Tear | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1192 | + | |
White as an Indian pipe | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1193A | + |
All men for Honor hardest work | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1193 | + | |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194A | + |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194B | + | |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194C | + | |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194D | + | |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194E | + | |
We like March - his shoes are purple | 1871 | [Mabel Todd] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1194F | + |
Somehow myself survived the Night | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1194 | + | |
Society for me my misery | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1195A | + | |
What we see we know somewhat | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1195 | + | |
Safe despair it is that raves | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1196A | + |
Safe despair it is that raves | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1196B | + | |
To make Routine a Stimulus | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1196 | + | |
We never know how high we are | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1197A | + | |
I should not dare to be so sad | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1197 | + | |
This slow day moved along | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1198A | + | |
A soft Sea washed around the House | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1198 | + |
A soft sea washed around the house | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1199A | + | |
Are Friends Delight or Pain? | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1199 | + | |
Whatever it is she has tried it | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1200A | + | |
Because my Brook is fluent | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1200 | + | |
Too few the mornings be | 1871 | Louise and Frances Norcross (Louise) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1201A | + |
So I pull my Stockings off | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1201 | + | |
Of so divine a loss | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1202A | + |
The Frost was never seen -- | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1202 | + | |
On the world you colored | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1203A | + | |
The Past is such a curious Creature | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1203 | + | |
Lest they should come is all my fear | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1204A | + | |
Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- | 1871 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1204 | + | |
All men for honor hardest work | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1205A | + | |
Immortal is an ample word | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1205 | + |
Of Paul and Silas it is said | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1206A | + | |
The Show is not the Show | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1206 | + |
The voice that stands for floods to me | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1207A | + | |
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1207 | + |
"Remember me" implored the thief! | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1208A | + | |
"Remember me" implored the thief! | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1208B | + | |
"Remember me" implored the thief! | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1208C | + |
Our own possessions -- though our own -- | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1208 | + |
Somehow myself survived the night | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1209A | + | |
To disappear enhances -- | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1209 | + |
Some we see no more, tenements of wonder | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1210A | + | |
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1210 | + |
It's hour with itself | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1211A | + | |
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig | 1872 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1211 | + |
My triumph lasted till the drums | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1212A | + | |
A word is dead | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1212 | + | |
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1213A | + | |
We like March. | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1213 | + | ||
Not any higher stands the grave | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1214A | + | |
Not any higher stands the grave | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1214B | + |
We introduce ourselves | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1214 | + | |
The harm of years is on him | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1215A | + | |
I bet with every Wind that blew | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1215 | + | |
A wind that rose though not a leaf | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1216A | + | |
A wind that rose though not a leaf | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1216A | + |
A wind that rose though not a leaf | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1216B | + | |
A wind that rose though not a leaf | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1216C | + | |
A wind that rose though not a leaf | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1216D | + |
A Deed knocks first at Thought | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1216 | + | |
I worked for chaff and earning wheat | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1217A | + | |
Fortitude incarnate | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1217 | + | |
The bone that has no marrow | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1218A | + | |
Let my first Knowing be of thee | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1218 | + | |
Who goes to dine must take his feast | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1219A | + | |
Who goes to dine must take his feast | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1219B | + | |
Now I knew I lost her -- | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1219 | + | |
The popular heart is a cannon first | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1220A | + | |
Of Nature I shall have enough | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1220 | + | |
It came at last but prompter death | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1221A | + | |
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1221 | + | |
The pungent atom in the air | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1222A | + | |
The Riddle we can guess | 1870 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1222 | + |
Immortal is an ample word | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1223A | + | |
Immortal is an ample word | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1223B | + |
Who goes to dine must take his Feast | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1223 | + | |
Are friends delight or pain? | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1224A | + | |
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1224 | + | |
The mountains stood in haze | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1225A | + | |
It's Hour with itself | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1225 | + | |
Somewhere opon the general earth | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1226A | + | |
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1226 | + | |
Step lightly on this narrow spot | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1227A | + |
Step lightly on this narrow spot | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1227B | + | |
Step lightly on this narrow spot | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1227C | + | |
Step lightly on this narrow spot | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1227D | + |
My Triumph lasted till the Drums | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1227 | + | |
I cannot want it more | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1228A | + | |
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1228 | + | |
The days that we can spare | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1229A | + | |
The days that we can spare | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1229B | + |
The days that we can spare | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1229C | + | |
Because He loves Her | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1229 | + | |
'Twas fighting for his life he was | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1230A | + | |
It came at last but prompter Death | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1230 | + | |
Frigid and sweet her parting face | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1231A | + | |
Somewhere upon the general Earth | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1231 | + | |
An honest tear | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1232A | + | |
The Clover's simple Fame | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1232 | + | |
I should not dare to be so sad | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1233A | + | |
Had I not seen the Sun | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1233 | + | |
Remembrance has a rear and front | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1234A | + | |
Remembrance has a rear and front | 1871 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1234B | + |
Remembrance has a rear and front | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1234C | + | |
Remembrance has a rear and front | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1234D | + |
If my Bark sink | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1234 | + | |
Because my brook is fluent | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1235A | + | |
Like Rain it sounded till it curved | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1235 | + | |
A little dog that wags his tail | 1871 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1236A | + |
A little dog that wags his tail | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1236B | + | |
Like Time's insidious wrinkle | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1236 | + | |
Oh shadow on the grass! | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1237A | + | |
Oh shadow on the grass! | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1237B | + | |
My Heart ran so to thee | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1237 | + | |
To make routine a stimulus | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1238A | + | |
Power is a familiar growth -- | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1238 | + | |
To disappear enhances | 1871 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1239A | + |
To disappear enhances | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1239B | + | |
To disappear enhances | 1871 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1239C | + |
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1239 | + | |
So much of heaven has gone from earth | 1871 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1240A | + | |
The Beggar at the Door for Fame | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1240 | + | |
Like brooms of steel | 1872 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1241A | + |
The Lilac is an ancient shrub | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1241 | + | |
The stars are old that stood for me | 1872 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1242A | + |
The stars are old that stood for me | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1242B | + |
To flee from memory | 1872 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1242 | + | |
Shall I take thee, the poet said | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1243A | + | |
Safe Despair it is that raves -- | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1243 | + |
Fly - fly - but as you fly | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1244A | + | |
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1244 | + |
Like rain it sounded till it curved | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1245A | + | |
The Suburbs of a Secret | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1245 | + |
The clouds their backs together laid | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1246A | + | |
The Butterfly in honored Dust | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1246 | + |
We like a hairbreadth 'scape | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1247A | + | |
To pile like Thunder to it's close | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1247 | + |
The sun and fog contested | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1248A | + | |
The incidents of love | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1248 | + |
Had I not seen the sun | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1249A | + | |
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1249 | + |
If my bark sink | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1250A | + | |
White as an Indian Pipe | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1250 | + |
Look back on time with kindly eyes | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1251A | + | |
Silence is all we dread. | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1251 | + |
It is the meek that valor wear | 1872 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1252A | + |
Like Brooms of Steel | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1252 | + |
Risk is the hair that holds the tun | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1253A | + | |
Had this one Day not been, | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1253 | + |
Let my first knowing be of thee | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1254A | + | |
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1254 | + |
Fortitude incarnate | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1255A | + | |
Longing is like the Seed | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1255 | + |
The clover's simple fame | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1256A | + | |
A clover's simple fame | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1256B | + | |
The clover's simple fame | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1256C | + | |
Not any higher stands the Grave | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1256 | + |
A sparrow took a slice of twig | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1257A | + | |
A sparrow took a slice of twig | 1872 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1257B | + |
Dominion lasts until obtained -- | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1257 | + |
A stagnant pleasure like a pool | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1258A | + | |
Who were "the Father and the Son" | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1258 | + |
As old as woe | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1259A | + | |
A Wind that rose | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1259 | + |
Is heaven a physician? | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1260A | + | |
Because that you are going | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1260 | + |
The lilac is an ancient shrub | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1261A | + | |
A Word dropped careless on a Page | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1261 | + |
Until the desert knows | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1262A | + | |
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1262 | + | |
Tell all the truth but tell it slant | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1263A | + | |
There is no Frigate like a Book | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1263 | + |
Like time's insidious wrinkle | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1264A | + | |
This is the place they hoped before, | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1264 | + |
Through what transports of patience | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1265A | + | |
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1265 | + |
He preached about breadth till we knew he was narrow | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1266A | + | |
He preached opon "breadth" till it argued him narrow | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1266B | + |
When Memory is full | 1873 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1266 | + |
Our own possessions - though our own | 1872 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1267A | + |
Our own possessions - though our own | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1267B | + |
I saw that the Flake was on it | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1267 | + | |
A word dropped careless on a page | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1268A | + | |
A word left careless on a page | 1872 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1268B | + |
Confirming All who analyze | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1268 | + | |
I thought that nature was enough | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1269A | + | |
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1269 | + | |
The show is not the show | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1270A | + | |
The show is not the show | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1270B | + | |
The show is not the show | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1270C | + |
Is Heaven a Physician? | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1270 | + | |
So I pull my stockings off | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1271A | + | |
September's Baccalaureate | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1271 | + | |
What we see we know somewhat | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1272A | + | |
So proud she was to die | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1272 | + | |
The past is such a curious creature | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1273A | + | |
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1273 | + | |
Now I knew I lost her | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1274A | + | |
Now I knew I lost her | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1274B | + | |
The Bone that has no Marrow, | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1274 | + | |
The sea said "Come" to the brook | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1275A.1 | + | |
The sea said "Come" to the brook | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1275A.2 | + | |
The sea said "Come" to the brook | 1872 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1275B | + | |
The sea said "Come" to the brook | 1872 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1275C | + |
The Spider as an Artist | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1275 | + | |
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1276A | + |
'Twas later when the summer went | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1276 | + | |
"Was not" was all the statement | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1277A | + | |
"Was not" was all the statement | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1277B | + | |
While we were fearing it, it came -- | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1277 | + | |
So pleased she was to die | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1278A | + | |
So fain she was to die | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1278B | + | |
So proud she was to die | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1278C | + | |
The Mountains stood in Haze -- | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1278 | + | |
The things we thought that we should do | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1279B | + | |
The things we thought that we should do | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1279C | + | |
The things we thought that we should do | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1279D | + |
The Way to know the Bobolink | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1279 | + | |
Who were "the Father and the Son" | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1280A | + |
Who were "the Father and the Son" | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1280B | + | |
The harm of Years is on him -- | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1280 | + | |
Had this one day not been | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1281A | + |
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1281 | + | |
Could hope inspect her basis | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1282A | + | |
Art thou the thing I wanted? | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1282 | + | |
I know suspense - it steps so terse | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1283A | + | |
Could Hope inspect her Basis | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1283 | + | |
This is the place they hoped before | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross (Frances) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1284A | + |
Had we our senses | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1284 | + | |
The most triumphant bird | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1285A | + | |
The most triumphant bird | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1285B | + |
The most triumphant bird | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1285C | + | |
The most triumphant bird | 1873 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1285D | + |
I know Suspense -- it steps so terse | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1285 | + | |
There is no frigate like a book | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1286A | + | |
There is no frigate like a book | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1286B | + | |
There is no frigate like a book | 1873 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1286C | + |
There is no frigate like a book | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1286D | + | |
I thought that nature was enough | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1286 | + | |
Power is a familiar growth | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1287A | + | |
In this short Life | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1287 | + | |
Elijah's wagon had no thill | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1288A | + | |
Elijah's wagon knew no thill | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1288B | + | |
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1288 | + | |
Left in immortal youth | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1289A | + | |
Left in immortal Youth | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1289 | + | |
Yesterday is history | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1290A | + | |
The most pathetic thing I do | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1290 | + | |
The beggar at the door for fame | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1291A | + | |
Until the Desert knows | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1291 | + | |
In this short life that only lasts an hour | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1292A | + | |
Yesterday is History, | 1873 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1292 | + | |
The face we choose to miss | 1873 | [Susan Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1293A | + |
The things we thought that we should do | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1293 | + |
A deed knocks first at thought | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1294A | + | |
Of Life to own -- | 1874 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1294 | + |
I think that the root of the wind is water | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1295A | + | |
Two Lengths has every Day -- | 1874 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1295 | + |
Not one by heaven defrauded stay | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1296A | + | |
Not one by heaven defrauded stay | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1296B | + | |
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest | 1874 | Catherine Dickinson Sweetser | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1296 | + |
A single clover plank | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1297A | + | |
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself | 1874 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1297 | + |
Longing is like the seed | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1298A | + |
Longing is like the seed | 1873 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1298B | + |
Longing is like the seed | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1298C | + | |
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- | 1874 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1298 | + |
Dominion lasts until obtained | 1873 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1299A | + |
Delight's Despair at setting | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1299 | + | |
Silence is all we dread | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1300A | + | |
Silence is all we dread | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1300B | + |
From his slim Palace in the Dust | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1300 | + | |
When memory is full | 1873 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1301A | + |
I cannot want it more -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1301 | + | |
The day she goes | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1302A | + | |
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1302 | + | |
Confirming all who analyze | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1303A | + |
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1303 | + | |
I saw that the flake was on it | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1304A | + | |
I saw that the flake was on it | 1873 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1304B | + |
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1304 | + | |
The butterfly in honored dust | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1305A | + | |
The butterfly in honored dust | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1305B | + | |
Recollect the Face of me | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1305 | + | |
Recollect the face of me | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1306A | + | |
Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1306 | + | |
Warm in her hand these accents lie | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1307A | + | |
That short -- potential stir | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1307 | + | |
To break so vast a heart | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1308A | + | |
The Day she goes | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1308 | + | |
Lain in nature so suffice us | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1309A | + | |
The Infinite a sudden Guest | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1309 | + | |
Had we our senses | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1310A | + | |
The Notice that is called the Spring | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1310 | + | |
Art thou the thing I wanted? | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1311A | + | |
Art thou the thing I wanted? | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1311B | + | |
This dirty -- little Heart | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1311 | + | |
'Twas later when the summer went | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1312A | + | |
To break so vast a Heart | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1312 | + | |
September's baccalaureate | 1873 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1313A | + | |
Warm in her Hand these accents lie | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1313 | + | |
Because that you are going | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1314A | + | |
Because that you are going | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1314B | + | |
Because that you are going | 1874 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1314C | + |
Because that you are going | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1314C | + | |
When a Lover is a Beggar | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1314 | + | |
Death's waylaying not the sharpest | 1874 | Catherine Dickinson Sweetser | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1315A | + |
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent? | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1315 | + | |
There's the Battle of Burgoyne | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1316A | + | |
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1316 | + | |
While I was fearing it - it came | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1317A | + | |
While we were fearing it, it came | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1317B | + | |
Abraham to kill him | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1317 | + | |
Our little secrets slink away | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1318A | + | |
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1318 | + | |
The notice that is called the spring | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1319A | + | |
How News must feel when travelling | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1319 | + | |
Dear March - come in | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1320A | + | |
Dear March -- Come in -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1320 | + | |
When continents expire | 1874 | Jonathan Leavitt Jenkins (Sarah) | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1321A | + |
Elizabeth told Essex | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1321 | + | |
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1322A | + | |
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself | 1874 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1322B | + |
Floss wont save you from an Abyss | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1322 | + | |
The vastest earthly day | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1323A | + | |
I never hear that one is dead | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1323 | + | |
Surprise is like a thrilling pungent | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1324A | + | |
I send you a decrepit flower | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1324 | + | |
I never hear that one is dead | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1325A | + | |
Knock with tremor -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1325 | + | |
How many schemes may die | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1326A | + | |
Our little secrets slink away -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1326 | + | |
Of life to own | 1874 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1327A | + |
The Symptom of the Gale -- | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1327 | + | |
The symptom of the gale | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1328A | + | |
The vastest earthly Day | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1328 | + | |
The butterfly's assumption gown | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1329A | + | |
The butterfly's assumption gown | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1329B | + | |
Whether they have forgotten | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1329 | + | |
When a lover is a beggar | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1330A | + | |
Without a smile -- Without a Throe | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1330 | + | |
My heart ran so to thee | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1331A | + | |
Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing | 1874 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1331 | + | |
Abraham to kill him | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1332A | + | |
Pink -- small -- and punctual -- | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1332 | + |
Knock with tremor | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1333A | + | |
A little Madness in the Spring | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1333 | + |
Whether they have forgotten | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1334A | + | |
How soft this Prison is | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1334 | + |
Floss wont save you from an abyss | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1335A | + | |
Let me not mar that perfect Dream | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1335 | + |
Elisabeth told Essex | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1336A | + | |
Nature assigns the Sun -- | 1875 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1336 | + |
The pile of years is not so high | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1337A | + | |
Upon a Lilac Sea | 1875 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1337 | + |
Time does go on | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1338A | + | |
What tenements of clover | 1875 | Olive Gilbert Stearns | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1338 | + |
From his slim palace in the dust | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1339A | + | |
A Bee his burnished Carriage | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1339 | + | |
Without a smile - without a throe | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1340A | + | |
A Rat surrendered here | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1340 | + | |
As summer into autumn slips | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1341A | + | |
As summer into autumn slips | 1874 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1341B | + |
As summer into autumn slips | 1874 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1341C | + |
Unto the Whole -- how add? | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1341 | + | |
No man saw awe, nor to his house | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1342A | + | |
No man saw awe, nor to his house | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1342B | + | |
"Was not" was all the Statement. | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1342 | + | |
To flee from memory | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1343A | + | |
A single Clover Plank | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1343 | + | |
The infinite a sudden guest | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1344A | + | |
Not any more to be lacked -- | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1344 | + | |
The most pathetic thing I do | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1345A | + | |
An antiquated Grace | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1345 | + | |
I send you a decrepit flower | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1346A | + | |
As Summer into Autumn slips | 1875 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1346 | + |
Wonder is not precisely knowing | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1347A | + | |
Escape is such a thankful Word | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1347 | + | |
The way to know the bobolink | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1348A | + | |
Lift it -- with the Feathers | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1348 | + | |
Not with a club the heart is broken | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1349A | + | |
Not with a club the heart is broken | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1349B | + | |
I'd rather recollect a setting | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1349 | + | |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350A | + | |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350B | + | |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350C | + | |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350D | + |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350E | + | |
The mushroom is the elf of plants | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1350F | + | |
Luck is not chance -- | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1350 | + | |
A bee his burnished carriage | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1351A | + | |
A bee his burnished carriage | 1874 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1351B | + | |
You cannot take itself | 1875 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1351 | + | |
How soft this prison is | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1352A | + | |
How soft his prison is | 1875 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1352B | + |
To his simplicity | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1352 | + |
To pile like thunder to it's close | 1875 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1353A | + |
To pile like thunder to it's close | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1353B | + |
The last of Summer is Delight -- | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1353 | + |
Two lengths has every day | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1354A | + |
Two lengths has every day | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1354B | + | |
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind -- | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1354 | + |
His mansion in the pool | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1355A | + | |
The Mind lives on the Heart | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1355 | + |
A little madness in the spring | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1356A | + | |
A little madness in the spring | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1356B | + | |
A little madness in the spring | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1356C | + |
The Rat is the concisest Tenant. | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1356 | + |
Pink - small - and punctual | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1357A | + | |
Pink - small - and punctual | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1357B | + |
Pink - small - and punctual | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1357C | + | |
Pink - small - and punctual | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1357D | + |
"Faithful to the end" Amended | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1357 | + |
What tenements of clover | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1358A | + | |
What tenements of clover | 1875 | Olive Gilbert Stearns | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1358B | + |
The Treason of an accent | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1358 | + |
You cannot take itself | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1359A | + | |
The long sigh of the Frog | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1359 | + |
Luck is not chance | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1360A | + | |
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1360 | + |
Let me not mar that perfect dream | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1361A | + | |
Let me not mar that perfect dream | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1361B | + |
The Flake the Wind exasperate | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1361 | + |
Lift it - with the feathers | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1362A | + | |
Of their peculiar light | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1362 | + |
That short potential stir | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1363A | + | |
Summer laid her simple Hat | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1363 | + |
Escape is such a thankful word | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1364A | + | |
Escape is such a thankful word | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1364B | + | |
How know it from a Summer's Day? | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1364 | + |
Crisis is sweet and yet the heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1365A | + | |
Take all away -- | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1365 | + |
I'd rather recollect a setting | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1366A | + | |
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- | 1876 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1366 | + |
An antiquated grace | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1367A | + | |
"Tomorrow" -- whose location | 1876 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1367 | + |
Opon a lilac sea | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1368A | + | |
Opon a lilac sea | 1875 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1368B | + |
Love's stricken "why" | 1876 | Olive Gilbert Stearns | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1368 | + |
The rat is the concisest tenant | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1369A | + |
The rat is the concisest tenant | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1369B | + | |
The rat is the concisest tenant | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1369C | + |
Trusty as the stars | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1369 | + | |
Unto the whole how add? | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1370A | + | |
Gathered into the Earth, | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1370 | + | |
Nature assigns the sun | 1875 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1371A | + |
How fits his Umber Coat | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1371 | + | |
A dew sufficed itself | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1372A | + | |
A dew sufficed itself | 1875 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1372B | + |
A dew sufficed itself | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1372C | + | |
A dew sufficed itself | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1372D | + | |
A dew sufficed itself | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1372E | + | |
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1372 | + | |
The spider as an artist | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1373A | + | |
The worthlessness of Earthly things | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1373 | + | |
Winter is good - his hoar delights | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1374A | + | |
A Saucer holds a Cup | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1374 | + | |
Delight's despair at setting | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1375A | + | |
Death warrants are supposed to be | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1375 | + | |
Which is the best - the moon or the crescent? | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1376A | + | |
Dreams are the subtle Dower | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1376 | + | |
A rat surrendered here | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1377A | + | |
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1377 | + | |
This dirty little heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1378A | + | |
His Heart was darker than the starless night | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1378 | + | |
How news must feel when travelling | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1379A | + | |
His Mansion in the Pool | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1379 | + | |
The last of summer is a time | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380A | + | |
The last of summer is result | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380B | + | |
The last of summer is delight | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380C | + | |
The last of summer is a time | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380D | + | |
The last of summer is a time | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380E | + | |
The last of summer is a time | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1380F | + |
How much the present moment means | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1380 | + | |
The heart is the capital of the mind | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1381A | + | |
The heart is the capital of the mind | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1381B | + | |
The heart is the capital of the mind | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1381C | + |
I suppose the time will come | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1381 | + | |
Not any more to be lacked | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1382B | + | |
In many and reportless places | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1382 | + | |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383A | + | |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383B | + | |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383C | + | |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383D | + |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383E | + | |
After all birds have been investigated | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1383F | + |
Long Years apart -- can make no | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1383 | + | |
The mind lives on the heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1384A | + | |
The mind lives on the heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1384B | + | |
The mind lives on the heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1384C | + | |
The mind lives on the heart | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1384D | + | |
The mind lives on the heart | 1875 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1384E | + |
Praise it -- 'tis dead -- | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1384 | + | |
That sacred closet when you sweep | 1875 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1385A | + | |
"Secrets" is a daily word | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1385 | + | |
"Faithful to the end" amended | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1386A | + | |
"Faithful to the end" amended | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1386B | + | |
"Faithful to the end" amended | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1386C | + | |
"Faithful to the end" amended | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1386D | + |
"Faithful to the end" amended | 1876 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1386E | + |
[stanza | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1386 | + | |
To his simplicity | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1387A | + |
To his simplicity | 1876 | Jonathan Leavitt Jenkins | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1387B | + |
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1387 | + | |
The treason of an accent | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1388A | + |
The treason of an accent | 1876 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1388B | + |
Those Cattle smaller than a Bee | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1388 | + | |
I suppose the time will come | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1389A | + | |
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1389 | + | |
Take all away | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1390A | + |
These held their Wick above the West -- | 1878 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1390 | + |
I sued the news yet feared the news | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1391A | + |
They might not need me -- yet they might -- | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1391 | + |
Love's stricken "why" | 1876 | Olive Gilbert Stearns | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1392A | + |
Hope is a strange invention -- | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1392 | + |
Those cattle smaller than a bee | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1393A | + | |
Lay this Laurel on the One | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1393 | + |
The long sigh of the frog | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1394A | + |
The long sigh of the frog | 1876 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1394B | + |
Whose Pink career may have a close | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1394 | + |
The butterfly's Numidian gown | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1395A | + | |
The butterfly's Numidian gown | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1395B | + | |
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1395 | + |
Of their peculiar light | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1396A | + |
Of his peculiar light | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1396B | + | |
She laid her docile Crescent down | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1396 | + |
How firm eternity must look | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1397A | + | |
It sounded as if the Streets were running | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1397 | + |
Gathered into the earth | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1398A | + | |
I have no Life but this -- | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1398 | + |
The sun is one - and on the tare | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1399A | + | |
Perhaps they do not go so far | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1399 | + |
The worthlessness of earthly things | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1400A | + | |
The worthlessness of earthly things | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1400B | + | |
What mystery pervades a well! | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1400 | + | |
Dreams are the subtle dower | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1401A | + | |
To own a Susan of my own | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1401 | + |
His heart was darker than the starless night | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1402A | + | |
To the stanch Dust | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1402 | + |
Touch lightly nature's sweet guitar | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1403A | + | |
My Maker -- let me be | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1403 | + |
In many and reportless places | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1404A | + | |
March is the Month of Expectation. | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1404 | + |
Long years apart can make no | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1405A | + | |
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- | 1877 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1405 | + |
Praise it - 'tis dead | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1406A | + | |
No Passenger was known to flee -- | 1877 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1406 | + |
A saucer holds a cup | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1407A | + | |
A Field of Stubble, lying sere | 1877 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1407 | + |
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1408A | + | |
The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- | 1877 | Austin Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1408 | + |
Death warrants are supposed to be | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1409A | + | |
Could mortal lip divine | 1877 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1409 | + |
The flake the wind exasperate | 1876 | Mary Channing Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1410A | + |
I shall not murmur if at last | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1410 | + | |
Summer laid her simple hat | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1411A | + | |
Summer laid her simple hat | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1411B | + | |
Summer laid her simple hat | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1411C | + | |
Summer laid her simple hat | 1876 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1411D | + |
Summer laid her simple hat | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1411E | + |
Of Paradise' existence | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1411 | + | |
How know it from a summer's day? | 1876 | Mary Channing Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1412A | + |
Shame is the shawl of Pink | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1412 | + | |
Summer we all have seen | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1413A | + | |
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1413 | + | |
How fits his umber coat | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1414A | + | |
Unworthy of her Breast | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1414 | + | |
Trusty as the stars | 1876 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1415A | + |
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1415 | + | |
These held their wick above the west | 1876 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1416A | + |
These held their wick above the west | 1876 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1416B | + |
These held their wick above the west | 1876 | Josiah Gilbert Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1416C | + |
These held their wick above the west | 1876 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1416D | + | |
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart [stanza one] | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1416 | + | |
"Tomorrow" whose location | 1877 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1417A | + |
How Human Nature dotes | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1417 | + | |
A wild blue sky abreast of winds | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1418A | + | |
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1418 | + | |
A field of stubble lying sere | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1419A | + | |
A field of stubble lying sere | 1877 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1419B | + |
It was a quiet seeming Day -- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1419 | + | |
How much the present moment means | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1420A | + | |
One Joy of so much anguish | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1420 | + | |
Of Paradise' existence | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1421A | + | |
Such are the inlets of the mind -- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1421 | + | |
March is the month of expectation | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1422A | + | |
March is the month of expectation | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1422B | + | |
March is the month of expectation | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1422C | + |
Summer has two Beginnings -- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1422 | + | |
The inundation of the spring | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1423A | + | |
The inundation of the spring | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1423B | + | |
The fairest Home I ever knew | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1423 | + | |
Hope is a strange invention | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1424A | + | |
Hope is a strange invention | 1877 | Mary Channing Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1424B | + |
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1424 | + | |
They might not need me, yet they might | 1877 | Mary Channing Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1425A | + |
They might not need me, yet they might | 1877 | Jonathan Leavitt Jenkins | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1425B | + |
They might not need me, yet they might | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1425C | + | |
The inundation of the Spring | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1425 | + | |
Bees are black with gilt surcingles | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1426A | + | |
Bees are black with gilt surcingles | 1877 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1426B | + |
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1426 | + | |
Whose pink career may have a close | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1427A | + |
To earn it by disdaining it | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1427 | + | |
Lay this laurel on the one | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1428A | + | |
Lay this laurel on the one | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1428B | + | |
Lay this laurel on the one | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1428C | + |
Water makes many Beds | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1428 | + | |
I shall not murmur if at last | 1877 | [Catherine Scott Turner Anthon] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1429A | + |
We shun because we prize her Face | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1429 | + | |
We shun because we prize her face | 1877 | [Catherine Scott Turner Anthon] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1430A | + |
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1430 | + | |
Such are the inlets of the mind | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1431A | + | |
With Pinions of Disdain | 1877 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1431 | + | |
I have no life to live | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1432A | + | |
I have no life but this | 1877 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1432B | + |
I have no life to live | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1432C | + |
Spurn the temerity -- | 1878 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1432 | + |
What mystery pervades a well! | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1433A | + | |
What mystery pervades a well! | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1433B | + | |
What mystery pervades a well! | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1433C | + |
How brittle are the Piers | 1878 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1433 | + |
To the unwilling dust | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1434A | + | |
To the unwilling dust | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1434A.1 | + | |
To the stanch dust | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1434A.2 | + | |
To the unwilling dust | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1434B | + |
Go not too near a House of Rose -- | 1878 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1434 | + |
The fact that earth is heaven | 1877 | [Austin Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1435A | + |
Not that he goes -- we love him more | 1878 | Samual Bowler and Mary Bowles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1435 | + |
To own a Susan of my own | 1877 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1436A | + |
Than Heaven more remote, | Maria Whitney | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1436 | + | |
Shame is the shawl of pink | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1437A | + | |
A Dew sufficed itself -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1437 | + | |
Sweet skepticism of the heart | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1438A | + | |
Behold this little Bane -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1438 | + | |
Unworthy of her breast | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1439A | + | |
How ruthless are the gentle -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1439 | + | |
How human nature dotes | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1440A | + | |
The healed Heart shows it's shallow scar | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1440 | + | |
How spacious the wind must feel morns | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1441A | + | |
How lonesome the wind must feel nights | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1441B | + | |
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1441 | + | |
It was a quiet seeming day | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1442A | + | |
To mend each tattered Faith | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1442 | + | |
The fairest home I ever knew | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1443A | + | |
A chilly Peace infests the Grass | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1443 | + | |
The pretty rain from those sweet eaves | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1444A | + | |
A little Snow was here and there | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1444 | + | |
To earn it by disdaining it | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1445A | + | |
Death is the supple Suitor | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1445 | + | |
Water makes many beds | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1446A | + | |
His Mind like Fabrics of the East | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1446 | + | |
Who never wanted - maddest joy | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1447A | + | |
How good his Lava Bed, | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1447 | + | |
With pinions of disdain | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1448A | + | |
How soft a Caterpillar steps -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1448 | + | |
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision | 1877 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1449A | + |
I thought the Train would never come -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1449 | + | |
One joy of so much anguish | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1450A | + | |
The Road was lit with Moon and star -- | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1450 | + | |
No passenger was known to flee | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1451A | + | |
No passenger was known to flee | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1451B | + | |
No passenger was known to flee | 1877 | Josiah Gilbert Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1451C | + |
Whoever disenchants | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1451 | + | |
Incredible the lodging | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1452A | + | |
Your thoughts dont have words every day | 1878 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1452 | + | |
She laid her docile crescent down | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1453A | + | |
He laid his docile crescent down | 1877 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1453B | + |
She laid her docile crescent down | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1453C | + |
She laid her docile crescent down | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1453D | + | |
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1453 | + |
It sounded as if the air were running | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1454A | + | |
It sounded as if the streets were running | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1454B | + | |
It sounded as if the air were running | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1454C | + |
It sounded as if the air were running | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1454D | + | |
Those not live yet | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1454 | + |
Perhaps they do not go so far | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1455A | + | |
Perhaps she does not go so far | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1455B | + | |
Perhaps they do not go so far | 1877 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1455C | + |
Opinion is a flitting thing, | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1455 | + |
Could mortal lip divine | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1456A | + | |
Could mortal lip divine | 1877 | Samuel Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1456B | + |
So gay a Flower | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1456 | + |
Summer has two beginnings | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1457A | + | |
It stole along so stealthy | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1457 | + |
The gentian has a parched corolla | 1877 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1458A | + | |
Time's wily Chargers will not wait | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1458 | + |
Opon what brittle piers | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1459A | + | |
How brittle are the piers | 1878 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1459B | + |
Opon what brittle piers | 1878 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1459C | + |
Belshazzar had a Letter -- | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1459 | + |
Than heaven more remote | 1878 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1460A | + |
His Cheek is his Biographer -- | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1460 | + |
Not that he goes we love him more | 1878 | Mary Bowles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1461A | + |
"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1461 | + |
Brother of ingots - Ah Peru | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1462A | + | |
Sister of Ophir - Ah Peru | 1878 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1462B | + |
Brother of Ophir | 1878 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1462C | + |
We knew not that we were to live -- | 1879 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1462 | + |
My maker - let me be | 1878 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1463A | + |
My maker - let me be | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1463B | + | |
My maker - let me be | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1463C | + | |
A Route of Evanescence | 1879 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1463 | + |
Behold this little bane | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1464A | + | |
One thing of it we borrow | 1879 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1464 | + |
How ruthless are the gentle | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1465A | + | |
Before you thought of Spring | 1879 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1465 | + |
The healed heart shows it's shallow scar | 1878 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1466A | + |
One of the ones that Midas touched | 1879 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1466 | + |
These fevered days to take them to the forest | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1467A | + | |
A little overflowing word | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1467 | + | |
To mend each tattered faith | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1468A | + | |
A winged spark doth soar about -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1468 | + | |
A chilly peace infests the grass | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1469A | + | |
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1469 | + | |
Death is the supple suitor | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1470A | + | |
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1470 | + | |
His mind like fabrics of the east | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1471A | + | |
Their Barricade against the Sky | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1471 | + | |
How good his lava bed | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1472A | + | |
To see the Summer Sky | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1472 | + | |
I thought the train would never come | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1473A | + | |
We talked with each other about each other | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1473 | + | |
The road was lit with moon and star | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1474A | + | |
Estranged from Beauty -- none can be -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1474 | + | |
Whoever disenchants | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1475A | + | |
Fame is the one that does not stay -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1475 | + | |
Your thoughts dont have words every day | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1476A | + | |
His voice decrepit was with Joy -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1476 | + | |
Oh, honey of an hour | 1878 | Otis Phillips Lord | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1477A | + |
Oh, honey of an hour | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1477B | + | |
How destitute is he | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1477 | + | |
One note from one bird | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1478A | + | |
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1478 | + | |
Go not too near a house of rose | 1878 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1479A | + |
The Devil -- had he fidelity | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1479 | + | |
A little snow was here and there | 1878 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1480A | + | |
The fascinating chill that music leaves | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1480 | + | |
We knew not that we were to live | 1878 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1481A | + |
We knew not that we were to live | 1878 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1481B | + |
The way Hope builds his House | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1481 | + | |
Forbidden fruit a flavor has | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1482A | + | |
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- | 1879 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1482 | + | |
Summer is shorter than any one | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1483A | + | |
The Robin is a Gabriel | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1483 | + |
Before you thought of spring | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1484A | + | |
Before you thought of spring | 1879 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1484B | + |
Before you thought of spring | 1879 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1484C | + |
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1484 | + |
Spurn the temerity | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1485A | + | |
Love is done when Love's begun, | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1485 | + |
Those not live yet | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1486A | + |
Her spirit rose to such a hight | 1880 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1486 | + |
Belshazzar had a letter | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1487A | + | |
Belshazzar had a letter | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1487B | + | |
Belshazzar had a letter | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1487C | + |
The Savior must have been | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1487 | + |
One of the ones that Midas touched | 1879 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1488B.1 | + |
One of the ones that Midas touched | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1488C | + | |
One of the ones that Midas touched | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1488D | + | |
Birthday of but a single pang | 1880 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1488 | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489A | + | |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489B | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489C | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489D | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489E | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489F | + |
A route of evanescence | 1879 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1489G | + |
A Dimple in the Tomb | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1489 | + |
It's little ether hood | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1490A | + | |
The Face in evanescence lain | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1490 | + |
To see the summer sky | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1491A | + | |
The Road to Paradise is plain, | 1880 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1491 | + |
Ferocious as a bee without a wing | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1492A | + | |
"And with what body do they come?" -- | 1880 | Perez Dickinson Cowan | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1492 | + |
Hope is a subtle glutton | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1493A | + | |
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell | Maria Whitney | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1493 | + | |
"Secrets" is a daily word | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1494A | + | |
The competitions of the sky | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1494 | + | |
Opinion is a flitting thing | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1495A | + |
The Thrill came slowly like a Boon for | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1495 | + | |
So gay a flower | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1496A | + |
All that I do | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1496 | + | |
It stole along so stealthy | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1497A | + |
Facts by our side are never sudden | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1497 | + | |
Time's wily chargers will not wait | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1498A | + |
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1498 | + | |
His cheek is his biographer | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1499A | + |
How firm Eternity must look | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1499 | + | |
"Heavenly Father" - take to thee | 1879 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1500A | + |
It came his turn to beg -- | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1500 | + | |
A little overflowing word | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1501A | + |
It's little Ether Hood | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1501 | + | |
A winged spark doth soar about | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1502A | + | |
I saw the wind within her [scrap [scrap [scrap [scrap | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1502 | + | |
If wrecked opon the wharf of thought | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1503A | + | |
If wrecked opon the bay of thought | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1503B | + | |
More than the Grave is closed to me -- | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1503 | + | |
The sweets of pillage can be known | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1504A | + |
The sweets of pillage can be known | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1504B | + | |
Of whom so dear | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1504 | + | |
Their barricade against the sky | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1505A | + | |
Their barricade against the sky | 1879 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1505B | + |
She could not live upon the Past | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1505 | + | |
We talked with each other about each other | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1506A | + | |
We talked with each other about each other | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1506B | + | |
We talked with each other about each other | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1506C | + | |
Summer is shorter than any one -- | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1506 | + | |
Fame is the one that does not stay | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1507A | + | |
The Pile of Years is not so high | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1507 | + | |
His voice decrepit was with joy | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1508A | + | |
You cannot make Remembrance grow | 1880 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1508 | + | |
How destitute is he | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1509A | + | |
How destitute is he | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1509B | + | |
Mine Enemy is growing old -- | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1509 | + |
The devil had he fidelity | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1510A | + | |
How happy is the little Stone | 1882 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1510 | + |
The fascinating chill that music leaves | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1511A | + | |
My country need not change her gown, | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1511 | + |
The way hope builds his house | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1512A | + | |
All things swept sole away | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1512 | + |
'Tis whiter than an Indian pipe | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1513A | + | |
"Go traveling with us!" | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1513 | + |
A counterfeit - a plated person | 1879 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1514A | + |
An Antiquated Tree | 1881 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1514 | + |
Estranged from beauty none can be | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1515A | + | |
The Things that never can come back, are several -- | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1515 | + | |
One thing of thee I covet | 1879 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1516A | + | |
One thing of it we borrow | 1879 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1516B | + |
No Autumn's intercepting Chill | 1881 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1516 | + |
We shall find the cube of the rainbow | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1517A | + |
How much of Source escapes with thee -- | 1881 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1517 | + |
Glass was the street in tinsel peril | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1518A | + | |
Not seeing, still we know -- | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1518 | + |
It came his turn to beg | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1519A | + | |
The Dandelion's pallid tube | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1519 | + |
The robin is a troubadour | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1520A | + | |
The robin is a Gabriel | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1520B | + |
The robin is a troubadour | 1880 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1520C | + |
The stem of a departed Flower | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1520 | + |
The face in evanescence lain | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1521A | + | |
The face in evanescence lain | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1521B | + |
The face in evanescence lain | 1880 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1521C | + |
The Butterfly upon the Sky, | 1881 | Martha Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1521 | + |
A dimple in the tomb | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1522A | + |
His little Hearse like Figure | 1881 | Thomas Gilbert (Gib) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1522 | + |
How soft a caterpillar steps | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1523A | + | |
We never know we go when we are going -- | 1881 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1523 | + |
Could that sweet darkness where they dwell | 1880 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1524A.1 | + |
Could that sweet darkness where they dwell | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1524A.2 | + | |
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1524 | + | |
The road to Paradise is plain | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1525A | + | |
The road to Paradise is plain | 1880 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1525B | + |
The road to Paradise is plain | 1880 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1525C | + |
He lived the Life of Ambush | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1525 | + | |
Love is done when love's begun | 1880 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1526A | + |
His oriental heresies | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1526 | + | |
Her spirit rose to such a hight | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1527A | + | |
Her spirit rose to such a hight | 1880 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1527B | + |
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1527 | + | |
The thrill came slowly like a boon for | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1528A | + | |
The Moon upon her fluent Route | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1528 | + | |
All that I do | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1529A | + | |
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1529 | + | |
Facts by our side are never sudden | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1530A | + | |
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1530 | + | |
I saw the wind within her | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1531A | + | |
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1531 | + | |
More than the grave is closed to me | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1532A | + | |
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1532 | + | |
Of whom so dear | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1533A | + | |
On that specific Pillow | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1533 | + | |
I do not care - why should I care | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1534A | + | |
Society for me my misery | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1534 | + | |
She could not live upon the past | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1535A | + | |
The Life that tied too tight escapes | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1535 | + | |
You cannot make remembrance grow | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1536A | + | |
There comes a warning like a spy | 1881 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1536 | + | |
"And with what body do they come"? | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1537A | + | |
"And with what body do they come"? | 1880 | Perez Dickinson Cowan | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1537B | + |
Candor -- my tepid friend -- | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1537 | + |
The savior must have been | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1538A | + |
The savior must have been | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1538B | + | |
The savior must have been | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1538C.1 | + | |
The savior must have been | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1538C.2 | + | |
Follow wise Orion | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1538 | + |
Mine enemy is growing old | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1539A | + | |
Mine enemy is growing old | 1880 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1539B | + |
Mine enemy is growing old | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1539C | + | |
Now I lay thee down to Sleep -- | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1539 | + |
My country need not change her gown | 1880 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1540B | + |
My country need not change her gown | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1540C | + | |
As imperceptibly as Grief | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1540 | + |
Birthday of but a single pang | 1880 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1541A | + |
No matter where the Saints abide, | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1541 | + |
Drowning is not so pitiful | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1542A | + | |
Drowning is not so pitiful | 1880 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1542B | + | |
Come show thy Durham Breast | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1542 | + |
The stem of a departed flower | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1543A | + |
Obtaining but our own Extent | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1543 | + |
An antiquated tree | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1544A | + | |
An antiquated tree | 1881 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1544B | + |
Who has not found the Heaven -- below -- | 1883 | Martha Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1544 | + |
A pang is more conspicuous in spring | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1545A | + | |
A pang is more conspicuous in spring | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1545B | + | |
The Bible is an antique Volume -- | 1882 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1545 | + |
We never know we go when we are going | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1546A | + | |
We never know we go when we are going | 1881 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1546B | + |
Sweet Pirate of the heart, | 1882 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1546 | + |
His little hearse like figure | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1547A | + | |
His little hearse like figure | 1881 | Thomas Gilbert (Gib) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1547B | + |
Hope is a subtle Glutton -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1547 | + | |
All things swept sole away | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1548A | + |
Meeting by Accident, | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1548 | + | |
A faded boy in sallow clothes | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1549A | + | |
My Wars are laid away in Books -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1549 | + | |
Oh give it motion - deck it sweet | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1550A | + | |
The pattern of the sun | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1550 | + | |
'Tis seasons since the dimpled war | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1551A | + | |
Those -- dying then, | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1551 | + | |
Above oblivion's tide there is a pier | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1552A | + | |
Within thy Grave! | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1552 | + | |
From all the jails the boys and girls | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1553A | + | |
Bliss is the plaything of the child -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1553 | + | |
On that specific pillow | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1554A | + | |
"Go tell it" -- What a Message -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1554 | + | |
The life that tied too tight escapes | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1555A | + | |
I groped for him before I knew | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1555 | + | |
The bird her punctual music brings | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1556A | + | |
Image of Light, Adieu -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1556 | + | |
How fleet - how indiscreet an one | 1881 | [Otis Phillips Lord] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1557A | + |
Lives he in any other world | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1557 | + | |
The blood is more showy than the breath | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1558A | + | |
Of Death I try to think like this -- | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1558 | + | |
The butterfly upon the sky | 1881 | Martha Dickinson and Sally Jenkins | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1559A | + |
Tried always and Condemned by thee | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1559 | + | |
There comes a warning like a spy | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1560A | + | |
To be forgot by thee | 1883 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1560 | + |
"Go traveling with us"! | 1881 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1561A | + |
No Brigadier throughout the Year | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1561 | + |
His oriental heresies | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1562A | + | |
His oriental heresies | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1562B | + | |
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- | 1883 | Thomas Niles | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1562 | + |
No autumn's interceptive chill | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1563A | + | |
No autumn's intercepting chill | 1881 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1563B | + |
No autumn's interceptive chill | 1881 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1563C | + |
By homely gift and hindered Words | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1563 | + |
The things that never can come back are several | 1881 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1564A | + | |
The things that never can come back are several | 1881 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1564B | + |
Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light, | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1564 | + |
The dandelion's pallid tube | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1565A | + |
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike -- | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1565 | + |
Not seeing, still we know | 1881 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1566A | + |
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1566 | + |
How much of source escapes with thee | 1881 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1567A | + |
The Heart has many Doors -- | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1567 | + |
Sweet pirate of the heart | 1882 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1568A | + |
To see her is a Picture -- | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1568 | + |
Echo has no magistrate | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1569A | + | |
Echo has no magistrate | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1569B | + |
The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1569 | + |
How happy is the little stone | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1570A | + | |
How happy is the little stone | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1570B | + |
How happy is the little stone | 1882 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1570C | + |
How happy is the little stone | 1882 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1570E | + |
How happy is the little stone | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1570F | + |
Forever honored be the Tree | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1570 | + |
He lived the life of ambush | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1571A | + | |
Who abdicated ambush | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1571B | + | |
He lived the life of ambush | 1882 | Samuel Bowles--younger | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1571C | + |
How slow the Wind -- | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1571 | + |
Come show thy Durham breast | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1572A | + | |
Come show thy Durham breast | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1572B | + |
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1572 | + |
Obtaining but our own extent | 1882 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1573A | + |
Obtaining but his own extent | 1882 | James D. Clark | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1573B | + |
To the bright east she flies, | Maria Whitney | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1573 | + | |
The moon upon her fluent route | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1574A | + |
The moon upon her fluent route | 1882 | [T. W. Higginson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1574B | + |
The moon upon her fluent route | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1574C | + | |
No ladder needs the bird but skies | Maria Whitney | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1574 | + | |
Now I lay thee down to sleep | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1575A | + |
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- | 1876 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1575 | + | |
No matter where the saints abide | 1882 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1576A | + |
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- | 1883 | James D. Clark | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1576 | + |
The Bible is an untold volume | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1577A | + | |
The Bible is an antique volume | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1577B | + | |
The Bible is an untold volume | 1882 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1577C | + |
Morning is due to all -- | 1883 | Samuel Bowles--younger | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1577 | + |
Meeting by accident | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1578A | + | |
Blossoms will run away, | 1883 | Cornelia (Nellie) Peck Sweetser | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1578 | + |
My wars are laid away in books | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1579A | + | |
It would not know if it were spurned, | 1882 | Edward (Ned) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1579 | + |
The pattern of the sun | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1580A | + | |
We shun it ere it comes, | 1882 | Jospeh K. Chickering | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1580 | + |
Those dying then | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1581A | + | |
The farthest Thunder that I heard | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1581 | + | |
Within thy grave! | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1582A | + | |
Where Roses would not dare to go, | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1582 | + | |
Bliss is the plaything of the child | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1583A | + | |
Bliss is the sceptre of the child | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1583B | + | |
Witchcraft was hung, in History, | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1583 | + | |
"Go tell it" - what a message | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1584A | + | |
Expanse cannot be lost -- | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1584 | + | |
I groped for him before I knew | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1585A | + | |
The Bird her punctual music brings | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1585 | + | |
Image of light, adieu | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1586A | + | |
To her derided Home | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1586 | + | |
Lives he in any other world | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1587A | + | |
He ate and drank the precious Words -- | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1587 | + | |
Of death I try to think like this | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1588A | + | |
This Me -- that walks and works -- must die, | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1588 | + | |
Tried always and condemned by thee | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1589A | + | |
Cosmopolites without a plea | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1589 | + | |
Elysium is as far as to | 1882 | [Mabel Todd] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1590A | + |
Not at Home to Callers | 1883 | Thomas Gilbert (Gib) Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1590 | + |
If I should see a single bird | 1882 | Thomas Gilbert (Gib) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1591A | + |
The Bobolink is gone -- the Rowdy of the Meadow -- | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1591 | + | |
Cosmopolites without a plea | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1592A | + | |
The Lassitudes of Contemplation | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1592 | + | |
He ate and drank the precious words | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1593A | + | |
There came a Wind like a Bugle -- | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1593 | + | |
Pompless no life can pass away | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1594A | + | |
Pompless no life can pass away | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1594B | + | |
Pompless no life can pass away | 1882 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1594C | + | |
Immured in Heaven! | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1594 | + |
We shun it ere it comes | 1883 | Joseph K. Chickering | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1595A | + |
Declaiming Waters none may dread -- | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1595 | + |
No brigadier throughout the year | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1596A | + | |
No brigadier throughout the year | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1596B | + |
No brigadier throughout the year | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1596C | + |
Few, yet enough, | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1596 | + |
To see her is a picture | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1597A | + | |
To see her is a picture | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1597B | + | |
To see her is a picture | 1883 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1597C | + |
To see her is a picture | 1883 | [Mabel Todd] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1597D | + |
'T'is not the swaying frame we miss, | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1597 | + |
The clock strikes one | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1598A | + | |
The clock strikes one | 1883 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1598B | + |
The clock strikes one | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1598C | + |
The clock strikes one | 1883 | Samuel Bowles--younger | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1598D | + |
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1598 | + |
A sloop of amber slips away | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1599A | + | |
A sloop of amber slips away | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1599B | + | |
A sloop of amber slips away | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1599C | + | |
Though the great Waters sleep, | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1599 | + |
Forever cherished be the tree | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1600A | + | |
Forever honored be the tree | 1883 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1600B | + |
Forever cherished be the tree | 1883 | [Mabel Todd] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1600C | + |
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1600 | + |
To be forgot by thee | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1601A | + | |
To be forgot by thee | 1883 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1601B | + |
Of God we ask one favor, | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1601 | + |
Her losses make our gains ashamed | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1602A | + | |
His losses made our gains ashamed | 1883 | Thomas Niles | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1602B | + |
Her losses make our gains ashamed | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1602C | + |
Pursuing you in your transitions, | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1602 | + |
To the bright east she flies | 1883 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1603A | + |
The going from a world we know | 1884 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1603 | + |
Not at home to callers | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1604A | + | |
Not at home to callers | 1883 | Thomas Gilbert (Gib) Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1604B | + |
We send the Wave to find the Wave -- | 1884 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1604 | + |
No ladder needs the bird but skies | 1883 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1605A | + |
Each that we lose takes part of us; | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1605 | + | |
Lad of Athens, faithful be | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1606A | + | |
Lad of Athens, faithful be | 1883 | [Samuel Bowles--younger] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1606B | + |
Quite empty, quite at rest, | 1884 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1606 | + |
How slow the wind - how slow the sea | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1607A | + |
Within that little Hive | 1884 | Josiah Holland and Elizabeth Holland | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1607 | + |
Candor - my tepid friend | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1608A | + |
The ecstasy to guess | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1608 | + | ||
Who has not found the heaven below | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1609A | + | |
Who has not found the heaven below | 1883 | Martha Dickinson and Sally Jenkins | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1609B | + |
Sunset that screens, reveals -- | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1609 | + |
Where roses would not dare to go | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1610A | + | |
Morning that comes but once, | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1610 | + |
By homely gifts and hindered words | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1611A | + |
Their dappled importunity | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1611 | + |
Witchcraft was hung in history | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1612A | + | |
The Auctioneer of Parting | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1612 | + |
The lassitudes of contemplation | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1613A | + | |
Not Sickness stains the Brave, | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1613 | + |
Blossoms will run away | 1883 | Cornelia (Nellie) Peck Sweetser | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1614A | + |
Parting with Thee reluctantly, | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1614 | + | |
It would not know if it were spurned | 1883 | [Martha Dickinson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1615A | + |
Oh what a Grace is this, | 1884 | Eben Loomis and Mary Loomis | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1615 | + |
This me that walks and works must die | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1616A | + | |
Adversity if it shall be | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1616B | + | |
This me that walks and works must die | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1616C | + | |
This me that walks and works must die | 1883 | Maria Whitney | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1616D | + |
Who abdicated Ambush | 1884 | Samuel Bowles--younger | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1616 | + |
To her derided home | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1617A | + | |
To her derided home | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1617B | + | |
To try to speak, and miss the way | 1884 | Sarah Tuckerman | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1617 | + |
There came a wind like a bugle | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1618A | + | |
There are two Mays | 1883 | Ellen Mather | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1618 | + |
We wear our sober dresses when we die | 1883 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1619A | + |
Not knowing when the Dawn will come, | 1884 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1619 | + |
The bobolink is gone - the rowdy of the meadow | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1620A | + | |
Circumference thou Bride of Awe | 1884 | Daniel Chester French | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1620 | + |
Morning is due to all | 1883 | Samuel Bowles--younger | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1621A | + |
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1621 | + | |
The summer that we did not prize | 1883 | [Otis Phillips Lord] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1622A | + |
A Sloop of Amber slips away | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1622 | + | |
The heart has many doors | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1623A | + |
A World made penniniless by that departure | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1623 | + | |
Pass to thy rendezvous of light | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1624A | + |
Pass to thy rendezvous of light | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1624B | + |
Apparently with no surprise | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1624 | + | |
Expanse cannot be lost | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1625A | + |
Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1625 | + | |
Climbing to reach the costly hearts | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1626A | + |
Who "meddled" with the costly hearts | 1883 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1626B | + |
No Life can pompless pass away -- | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1626 | + | |
The spirit lasts but in what mode | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1627A | + | |
The spirit lasts but in what mode | 1883 | Charles H. Clark | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1627B | + |
The pedigree of Honey | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1627 | + | |
Immured in heaven! | 1883 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1628A | + | |
Immured in heaven! | 1883 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1628B | + |
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1628 | + | |
To try to speak and miss the way | 1884 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1629A | + |
To try to speak and miss the way | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1629B | + | |
Arrows enamored of his Heart -- | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1629 | + | |
A drunkard cannot meet a cork | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1630A | + | |
A drunkard cannot meet a cork | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1630B | + | |
As from the earth the light Balloon | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1630 | + | |
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1631A | + | |
Oh Future! thou secreted peace | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1631 | + | |
Quite empty, quite at rest | 1884 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1632A | + |
So give me back to Death -- | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1632 | + | |
Within that little hive | 1884 | Elizabeth Holland | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1633A | + |
Still own thee -- still thou art | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1633 | + | |
Each that we lose takes part of us | 1884 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1634A | + |
Talk not to me of Summer Trees | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1634 | + | |
Arrows enamored of his heart | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1635A | + | |
The Jay his Castanet has struck | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1635 | + | |
Circumference thou bride of awe | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1636A | + | |
Circumference thou bride of awe | 1884 | Daniel Chester French | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1636B | + |
The Sun in reining to the West | 1884 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1636 | + | |
There are two Mays | 1884 | Elizabeth Street Dickerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1637A.1 | + |
There are two Mays | 1884 | Elizabeth Street Dickerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1637A.2 | + |
There are two Mays | 1884 | Ellen Mather | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1637B.1 | + |
There are two Mays | 1884 | Ellen Mather | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1637B.2 | + |
Is it too late to touch you, Dear? | 1885 | Mary Warner Crowell | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1637 | + |
Declaiming waters none may dread | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1638A | + | |
Declaiming waters none may dread | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1638B | + |
Go thy great way! | 1885 | Benjamin Kimball | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1638 | + |
Few yet enough | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1639A | + | |
Few yet enough | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1639B | + |
A Letter is a joy of Earth -- | 1885 | Eben Loomis and Mary Loomis | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1639 | + |
Who is it seeks my pillow nights | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1640A | + |
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, | 1885 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1640 | + |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641A | + | |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641B | + | |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641C | + | |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641D | + |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Catherine Dickinson Sweetser | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641E | + |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Benjamin Kimball | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641F | + |
Though the great waters sleep | 1884 | Abigail Ingersoll Cooper | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1641G | + |
Betrothed to Righteousness might be | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1641 | + | |
A world made penniless by his departure | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1642A | + | |
A world made penniless by that departure | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1642B | + | |
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1642 | + | |
We send the wave to find the wave | 1884 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1643A | + |
We send the wave to find the wave | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1643B | + | |
Extol thee -- could I -- Then I will | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1643 | + | |
Sunset that screens reveals | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1644A | + | |
Sunset that screens reveals | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1644B | + |
Some one prepared this mighty show | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1644 | + | |
Morning that comes but once | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1645A | + |
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1645 | + | |
The auctioneer of parting | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1646A | + |
Why should we hurry -- why indeed | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1646 | + | |
Not knowing when the dawn will come | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1647A | + | |
Not knowing when herself may come | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1647B | + | |
Not knowing when the dawn will come | 1884 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1647C | + |
Of Glory not a Beam is left | 1886 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1647 | + |
A flower will not trouble her | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1648A | + | |
The immortality she gave | 1886 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1648 | + |
Back from the cordial grave I drag thee | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1649A | + | |
A Cap of Lead across the sky | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1649 | + | ||
The pedigree of honey | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1650A | + | |
The pedigree of honey | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1650B | + |
The pedigree of honey | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1650C | + | |
A lane of Yellow led the eye | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1650 | + | ||
As from the earth the light balloon | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1651A | + | |
A Word made Flesh is seldom | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1651 | + | ||
Oh future! thou secreted peace | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1652A | + | |
Advance is Life's condition | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1652 | + | ||
So give me back to death | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1653A | + | |
As we pass Houses musing slow | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1653 | + | ||
Still own thee - still thou art | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1654A | + | |
Beauty crowds me till I die | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1654 | + | ||
Talk not to me of summer trees | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1655A | + | |
Conferring with myself | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1655 | + | ||
The sun in reining to the west | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1656A | + | |
Down Time's quaint stream | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1656 | + | ||
Betrothed to righteousness might be | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1657A | + | |
Eden is that old -- fashioned House | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1657 | + | ||
Show me eternity, and I will show you memory | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1658A | + |
Endanger it, and the Demand | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1658 | + | ||
I held it so tight that I lost it | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1659A | + | |
Fame is a fickle food | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1659 | + | ||
But that defeated accent | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1660A | + | |
Glory is that bright tragic thing | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1660 | + | ||
Not sickness stains the brave | 1884 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1661A | + |
Guest am I to have | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1661 | + | ||
The going from a world we know | 1884 | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1662A | + |
He went by sleep that drowsy route | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1662 | + | ||
Upon his saddle sprung a bird | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1663A | + | |
Upon his saddle sprung a bird | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1663B | + |
His mind of man, a secret makes | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1663 | + | ||
In other motes | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1664A | + |
I did not reach Thee | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1664 | + | ||
The farthest thunder that I heard | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1665A | + | |
The farthest thunder that I heard | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1665B | + | |
The farthest thunder that I heard | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1665C | + |
The farthest thunder that I heard | 1884 | Helen Hunt Jackson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1665D | + |
I know of people in the Grave | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1665 | + | ||
Most arrows slay but whom they strike | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1666A | + | |
Some arrows slay but whom they strike | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1666B | + | |
Most arrows slay but whom they strike | 1884 | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1666C | + |
I see thee clearer for the Grave | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1666 | + | ||
Parting with thee reluctantly | 1884 | Eben Jenks Loomis | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1667A | + |
I watched her face to see which way | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1667 | + | ||
Apparently with no surprise | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1668A | + | |
If I could tell how glad I was | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1668 | + | ||
Oh what a grace is this | 1884 | Eben Jenks Loomis | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1669A | + |
In snow thou comest | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1669 | + | ||
The jay his castanet has struck | 1884 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1670A | + | |
In Winter in my Room | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1670 | + | ||
Take all I have away | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671A | + | |
Take all away from me but leave me ecstasy | 1885 | Eben Jenks Loomis | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671B | + |
Take all I have away | 1885 | [Helen Hunt Jackson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671C | + |
Take all I have away | 1885 | [Helen Hunt Jackson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671D | + |
Take all I have away | 1885 | [Helen Hunt Jackson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671E | + |
Take all I have away | 1885 | Elizabeth Bowles and Samuel Bowles--younger | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1671F | + |
Judgment is justest | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1671 | + | ||
A letter is a joy of earth | 1885 | Eben Jenks Loomis | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1672A | + |
A letter is a joy of earth | 1885 | Charles H. Clark | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1672B | + |
Lightly stepped a yellow star | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1672 | + | ||
Go thy great way! | 1885 | Benjamin Kimball | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1673A | + |
Go thy great way! | 1885 | Abigail Ingersoll Cooper | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1673B | + |
Nature can do no more | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1673 | + | ||
Is it too late to touch you, dear? | 1885 | Mary Warner Crowell | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1674A | + |
Not any sunny tone | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1674 | + | ||
Of God we ask one favor | 1885 | [Helen Hunt Jackson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1675A | + |
Of God we ask one favor | 1885 | [Helen Hunt Jackson] | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1675B | + |
Of this is Day composed | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1675 | + | ||
A chastened grace is twice a grace | 1885 | Sarah Tuckerman | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1676A | + |
Of Yellow was the outer Sky | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1676 | + | ||
Their dappled importunity | 1885 | Mabel Todd | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1677A | + |
On my volcano grows the Grass | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1677 | + | ||
Some one prepared this mighty show | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1678A | + | |
Peril as a Possession | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1678 | + | ||
The ditch is dear to the drunken man | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1679A | + | |
Rather arid delight | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1679 | + | ||
The ecstasy to guess | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1680A | + | |
Sometimes with the Heart | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1680 | + | ||
"Red Sea" indeed! Talk not to me | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1681A | + | |
Speech is one symptom of Affection | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1681 | + | ||
Extol thee could I - then I will | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1682A | + | |
Summer begins to have the look | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1682 | + | ||
Why should we hurry - why indeed | 1885 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1683A | + | |
That she forgot me was the least | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1683 | + | ||
The immortality she gave | 1886 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1684A | + |
The immortality she gave | 1886 | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1684B | + | |
The Blunder is in estimate | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1684 | + | ||
Of glory not a beam is left | 1886 | T. W. Higginson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1685A | + |
The butterfly obtains | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1685 | + | ||
The gleam of an heroic act | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1686A | + | ||
The event was directly behind Him | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1686 | + | ||
Beauty crowds me till I die | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1687A | + | ||
The gleam of an heroic Act | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1687 | + | ||
Endanger it, and the demand | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1688A | + | ||
The Hills erect their Purple Heads | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1688 | + | ||
To tell the beauty would decrease | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1689A | + | ||
The look of thee, what is it like | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1689 | + | ||
The blunder is in estimate | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1690A | + | ||
The ones that disappeared are back | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1690 | + | ||
Volcanoes be in Sicily | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1691A | + | ||
The overtakelessness of those | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1691 | + | ||
Of this is day composed | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1692A | + | ||
The right to perish might be tho't | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1692 | + | ||
Summer begins to have the look | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1693A | + | ||
Summer begins to have a look | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1693B | + | |
The Sun retired to a cloud | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1693 | + | ||
Speech is one symptom of affection | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1694A | + | ||
The wind drew off | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1694 | + | ||
I see thee clearer for the grave | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1695A | + | ||
There is a solitude of space | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1695 | + | ||
There is a solitude of space | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1696A | + | ||
These are the days that Reindeer love | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1696 | + | ||
The ones that disappeared are back | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1697A | + | ||
They talk as slow as Legends grow | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1697 | + | ||
Lightly stepped a yellow star | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1698A | + | ||
T'is easier to pity those when dead | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1698 | + | ||
Peril as a possession | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1699A | + | ||
To do a magnanimous thing | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1699 | + | ||
Glory is that bright tragic thing | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1700A | + | ||
To tell the Beauty would decrease | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1700 | + | ||
The butterfly obtains | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1701A | + | ||
To their apartment deep | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1701 | + | ||
Fame is a fickle food | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1702A | + | ||
To-day or this noon | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1702 | + | ||
The wind drew off | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1703A | + | ||
T'was comfort in her Dying Room | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1703 | + | ||
I know of people in the grave | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1704A | + | ||
Unto a broken heart | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1704 | + | ||
These are the days that reindeer love | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1705A | + | ||
Volcanoes be in Sicily | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1705 | + | ||
Today or this noon | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1706A | + | ||
When we have ceased to care | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1706 | + | ||
Judgment is justest | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1707A | + | ||
Winter under cultivation | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1707 | + | ||
I did not reach thee | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1708A | + | ||
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1708 | + | ||
The sun retired to a cloud | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1709A | + | ||
With sweetness unabated | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1709 | + | ||
I watched her face to see which way | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1710A | + | ||
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1710 | + | ||
He went by sleep that drowsy route | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1711A | + | ||
A face devoid of love or grace, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1711 | + | ||
Witchcraft has not a pedigree | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1712A | + | ||
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1712 | + | ||
With sweetness unabated | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1713A | + | ||
As subtle as tomorrow | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1713 | + | ||
In snow thou comest | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1714A | + | ||
By a departing light | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1714 | + | ||
A word made flesh is seldom | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1715A | + | ||
Consulting summer's clock, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1715 | + | ||
That she forgot me was the least | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1716A | + | ||
Death is like the insect | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1716 | + | ||
Guest am I to have | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1717A | + | ||
Did life's penurious length | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1717 | + | ||
Rather arid delight | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1718A | + | ||
Drowning is not so pitiful | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1718 | + | ||
'Tis easier to pity those when dead | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1719A | + | ||
God is indeed a jealous God -- | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1719 | + | ||
Winter under cultivation | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1720A | + | ||
Had I known that the first was the last | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1720 | + | ||
Down time's quaint stream | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1721A | + | ||
He was my host -- he was my guest, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1721 | + | ||
Nature can do no more | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1722A | + | ||
Her face was in a bed of hair, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1722 | + | ||
As we pass houses musing slow | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1723A | + | ||
High from the earth I heard a bird; | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1723 | + | ||
The event was directly behind him | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1724A | + | ||
How dare the robins sing, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1724 | + | ||
If I could tell how glad I was | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1725A | + | ||
I took one Draught of Life -- | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1725 | + | ||
The right to perish might be thought | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1726A | + | ||
If all the griefs I am to have | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1726 | + | ||
Sometimes with the heart | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1727A | + | ||
If ever the lid gets off my head | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1727 | + | ||
The hills erect their purple heads | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1728A | + | ||
Is Immortality a bane | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1728 | + | ||
To do a magnanimous thing | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1729A | + | ||
I've got an arrow here. | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1729 | + | ||
His mind of man a secret makes | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1730A | + | ||
"Lethe" in my flower, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1730 | + | ||
The look of thee what is it like | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1731A | + | ||
Love can do all but raise the Dead | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1731 | + | ||
They talk as slow as legends grow | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1732A | + | ||
My life closed twice before its close; | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1732 | + | ||
Of yellow was the outer sky | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1733A | + | ||
No man saw awe, nor to his house | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1733 | + | ||
Eden is that old fashioned house | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1734A | + | ||
Oh, honey of an hour, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1734 | + | ||
A cap of lead across the sky | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1735A | + | ||
One crown that no one seeks | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1735 | + | ||
Advance is life's condition | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1736A | + | ||
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1736 | + | ||
When we have ceased to care | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1737A | + | ||
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1737 | + | ||
Not any sunny tone | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1738A | + | ||
Softened by Time's consummate plush, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1738 | + | ||
Conferring with myself | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1739A | + | ||
Some say goodnight -- at night -- | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1739 | + | ||
'Twas comfort in her dying room | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1740A | + | ||
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1740 | + | ||
A lane of yellow led the eye | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1741A | + | ||
That it will never come again | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1741 | + | ||
In winter in my room | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1742A | + | ||
The distance that the dead have gone | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1742 | + | ||
On my volcano grows the grass | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1743A | + | ||
The grave my little cottage is, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1743 | + | ||
To their apartment deep | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1744A | + | ||
The joy that has no stem nor core, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1744 | + | ||
Unto a broken heart | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1745A | + | |
The mob within the heart | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1745 | + | ||
Those final creatures - who they are | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1746A | + | |
The most important population | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1746 | + | ||
That love is all there is | Susan Dickinson | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1747A | + | |
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1747 | + | ||
As subtle as tomorrow | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1748A | + | ||
The reticent volcano keeps | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1748 | + | ||
By a departing light | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1749A | + | ||
The waters chased him as he fled, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1749 | + | ||
Consulting summer's clock | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1750A | + | ||
The words the happy say | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1750 | + | ||
Did life's penurious length | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1751A | + | ||
There comes an hour when begging stops, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1751 | + | ||
God is indeed a jealous God | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1752A | + | ||
This docile one inter | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1752 | + | ||
Had I known that the first was the last | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1753A | + | ||
Through those old Grounds of memory, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1753 | + | ||
He was my host - he was my guest | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1754A | + | ||
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1754 | + | ||
Her face was in a bed of hair | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1755A | + | ||
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1755 | + | ||
If all the griefs I am to have | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1756A | + | ||
'Twas here my summer paused | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1756 | + | ||
Is immortality a bane | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1757A | + | ||
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1757 | + | ||
Love can do all but raise the dead | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1758A | + | ||
Where every bird is bold to go | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1758 | + | ||
One crown that no one seeks | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1759A | + | ||
Which misses most, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1759 | + | ||
Proud of my broken heart, since thou did'st break it | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1760A | + | ||
Elysium is as far as to | 1882 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1760 | + | |
That it will never come again | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1761A | + | ||
A train went through a burial gate, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1761 | + | ||
The joy that has no stem nor core | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1762A | + | ||
Were nature mortal lady | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1762 | + | ||
The mob within the heart | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1763A | + | ||
Fame is a bee. | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1763 | + | ||
The most important population | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1764A | + | ||
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1764 | + | ||
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1765A | + | ||
That Love is all there is, | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1765 | + | ||
The waters chased him as he fled | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1766A | + | ||
Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1766 | + | ||
The words the happy say | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1767A | + | ||
Sweet hours have perished here; | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1767 | + | ||
There comes an hour when begging stops | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1768A | + | ||
Lad of Athens, faithful be | 1883 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1768 | + | |
This docile one inter | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1769A | + | ||
The longest day that God appoints | Louise and Frances Norcross | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1769 | + | |
Through those old grounds of memory | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1770A | + | ||
Experiment escorts us last -- | 1870 | T. W. Higginson | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1770 | + |
'Twas here my summer paused | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1771A | + | ||
How fleet -- how indiscreet an one -- | 1881 | Otis Phillips Lord | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1771 | + |
Softened by time's consummate plush | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1772A | + | ||
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, | 1881 | Otis Phillips Lord | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1772 | + |
My life closed twice before it's close | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1773A | + | ||
The Summer that we did not prize, | 1883 | Otis Phillips Lord | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1773 | + |
A face devoid of love or grace | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1774A | + | ||
Too happy Time dissolves itself | 1870 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1774 | + | |
Upon the gallows hung a wretch | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1775A | + | ||
The earth has many keys. | 1885 | Johnson Poems 1955 | J1775 | + | |
The reticent volcano keeps | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1776A | + | ||
To lose thee sweeter than to gain | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1777A | + | ||
High from the earth I heard a bird | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1778A | + | ||
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1779A | + | ||
Sweet is the swamp with it's secrets | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1780A | + | ||
The distance that the dead have gone | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1781A | + | ||
How dare the robins sing | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1782A | + | ||
Death is like the insect | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1783A | + | ||
The grave my little cottage is | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1784A | + | ||
Sweet hours have perished here | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1785A | + | ||
Which misses most | Louise and Frances Norcross | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1786A | + | |
Which misses most | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1786B | + | ||
Were nature mortal lady | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1787A | + | ||
Fame is a bee | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1788A | + | ||
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise | Franklin Variorum 1998 | F1789A | + | ||