| Title of Piece | Prose or Poetry |
| Woodpecker , The | Poetry |
| Success is Counted Sweetest | Poetry |
| The White Heat | Poetry |
| Elysium is as far as to | Poetry |
| After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes | Poetry |
| You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- | Poetry |
| Wild Nights! Wild Nights! | Poetry |
| We play at paste, | Poetry |
| We outgrow love like other things | Poetry |
| We like march, his shoes are purple, | Poetry |
| Victory comes late, | Poetry |
| Two butterflies went out at noon | Poetry |
| 'T was just this time last year I died. | Poetry |
| To my quick ear the leaves conferred; | Poetry |
| Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, | Poetry |
| The thought beneath so slight a film | Poetry |
| This is the land the sunset washes, | Poetry |
| This is my letter to the world, | Poetry |
| They say that 'time assuages,'-- | Poetry |
| They dropped like flakes | Poetry |
| There 's been a death in the opposite house | Poetry |
| There 's a certain slant of light, | Poetry |
| There is no frigate like a book | Poetry |
| The wind trapped like a tired man, | Poetry |
| The wind begun to rock the grass | Poetry |
| The sky is low, the clouds are mean, | Poetry |
| The show is not the show, | Poetry |
| The pedigree of honey | Poetry |
| The only ghost I ever saw | Poetry |
| The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. | Poetry |
| The heart asks pleasure first | Poetry |
| The dying need but little, dear,-- | Poetry |
| The day came slow, till five o' clock | Poetry |
| The cricket sang | Poetry |
| The bustle in a house | Poetry |
| The braind within its groove | Poetry |
| So proud she was to die | Poetry |
| So bashful when I spied her, | Poetry |
| She sweeps with many-colored brooms, | Poetry |
| She rose to his requirement, dropped | Poetry |
| Safe in their alabaster chambers, | Poetry |
| Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn | Poetry |
| Pain has an element of blank; | Poetry |
| Our journey had advanced; | Poetry |
| One need not be a chamber to be haunted, | Poetry |
| Of all the souls that stand create | Poetry |
| Not in this world to see his face | Poetry |
| Nature , the gentlest mother, | Poetry |
| Nature rarer uses yellow | Poetry |
| My nosegays are for captives; | Poetry |
| My life closed twice before its close; | Poetry |
| Me ! Come! My dazzled face | Poetry |
| Like trains of cars on tracks of plush | Poetry |
| It 's like the light, -- | Poetry |
| It 's All I have to bring to-day, | Poetry |
| It was not death, for I stood up, | Poetry |
| It struck me every day | Poetry |
| It is an honorable thought, | Poetry |
| It dropped so low in my regard | Poetry |
| I 'm nobody! Who are you? | Poetry |
| I 'll tell you how the sun rose, -- | Poetry |
| If you were coming in the fall, | Poetry |
| If I can stop one heart from breaking, | Poetry |
| I years had been from home, | Poetry |
| I went to heaven,-- | Poetry |
| I taste a liquor never brewed | Poetry |
| I stepped from plank to plank | Poetry |
| I never saw a moor, | Poetry |
| I never hear the word "escape" | Poetry |
| I measure every grief I meet | Poetry |
| I ment to find her when I came; | Poetry |
| I lived on dread; to those who know | Poetry |
| I like to see it lap the miles, | Poetry |
| I know a place where summer strives | Poetry |
| I heard a fly buzz when I died; | Poetry |
| I had no time to hate, because | Poetry |
| I had been hungry all the years- | Poetry |
| I found the phrase to every thought | Poetry |
| I felt a funeral in my brain, | Poetry |
| I felt a cleaving in my mind | Poetry |
| First Robin | Poetry |
| I died for beauty but was scarce | Poetry |
| I cannot live with you, | Poetry |
| I breathed enough to learn the trick, | Poetry |
| Hope is the thing with feathers | Poetry |
| Her final summer was it, | Poetry |
| Heaven is what I cannot reach! | Poetry |
| He fumbles at your spirit | Poetry |
| Good night! which put the candle out? | Poetry |
| Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him-- | Poetry |
| God permit industrious angels | Poetry |
| God made a little gentian; | Poetry |
| God gave a loaf to every bird, | Poetry |
| For each ecstatic instant | Poetry |
| Each life converges to some centre | Poetry |
| Departed to the judgment, | Poetry |
| Delight becomes pictorial | Poetry |
| Death sets a thing of signigicant | Poetry |
| Before you thought of spring, | Poetry |
| Because I could not stop for Death, | Poetry |
| An everywhere of silver, | Poetry |
| Ample make this bed. | Poetry |
| After a hundred years | Poetry |
| A thought went up my mind to-day | Poetry |
| A shady friend for torrid days | Poetry |
| A narrow fellow in the grass | Poetry |
| A long, long sleep, a famous sleep | Poetry |
| A little road not made man | Poetry |
| A light exists in spring | Poetry |
| A drop fell on the apple tree | Poetry |
| A door just opened on a street | Poetry |
| A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's | Poetry |
| A Bird Came Down | Poetry |
| We Grow Accustomed To The Dark | poetry |
| Your thoughts don't have words every day | Poetry |
| You cannot take itself | Poetry |
| You cannot make Remembrance grow | Poetry |
| Yesterday is History | Poetry |
| untitled | Poetry |
| Without a smile-Without a Throe | Poetry |
| Within thy Grave! | Poetry |
| Within that little Hive | Poetry |
| With sweetness unabated | Poetry |
| With Pinions of Disdain | Poetry |
| Witchcraft was hung, in History | Poetry |
| Witchcraft has not a Pedigree | Poetry |
| Winter is good-his Hoar Delights | Poetry |
| Why should we hurry-why indeed? | Poetry |
| Whose Pink career may have a close | Poetry |
| Whoever disenchants | Poetry |
| Who were "the Father and the Son" | Poetry |
| Who saw no Sunrise cannot say | Poetry |
| Who never wanted-maddest Joy | Poetry |
| Who is the East? | Poetry |
| Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights- | Poetry |
| Who has not found the Heaven-below- | Poetry |
| Who goes to dine must take his Feast | Poetry |
| Who abdicated Ambush | Poetry |
| White as an Indian Pipe | Poetry |
| While we were fearing it, it came- | Poetry |
| Which misses most | Poetry |
| Which is the best-the Moon or the Crescent? | Poetry |
| Which is best? Heaven- | Poetry |
| Whether they have forgotten | Poetry |
| Where Roses would not dare to go | Poetry |
| Where every bird is bold to go | Poetry |
| When we have ceased to care | Poetry |
| When they come back-if Blossoms do- | Poetry |
| When Memory is full | Poetry |
| When I hoped I feared- | Poetry |
| When Etna basks and purrs | Poetry |
| When a Lover is a Beggar | Poetry |
| Whatever it is-she has tried it- | Poetry |
| What we see we know somewhat | Poetry |
| What Twigs We held by- | Poetry |
| What tenements of clover | Poetry |
| What mystery pervades a well! | Poetry |
| Were natural mortal lady | Poetry |
| Were it to be the last | Poetry |
| Were it but Me that gained the Height- | Poetry |
| We wear our sober Dresses when we die | Poetry |
| We talked with each other about each other | Poetry |
| We shun it ere it comes | Poetry |
| We shun because we prize her Face | Poetry |
| We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow | Poetry |
| We send the Wave to find the Wave- | Poetry |
| We never know we go when we are going- | Poetry |
| We never know how high we are | Poetry |
| We miss a Kinsman more | Poetry |
| We like March | Poetry |
| We like a Hairbreadth 'scape | Poetry |
| We learn it in Retreating | Poetry |
| We knew not that we were to live- | Poetry |
| We introduce ourselves | Poetry |
| We do not know the time we lose- | Poetry |
| Water makes many Beds | Poetry |
| "Was not" was all the Statement | Poetry |
| Warm in her Hand these accents lie | Poetry |
| Volcanoes be in Sicily | Poetry |
| Upon the gallows hung a wretch | Poetry |
| Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird | Poetry |
| Upon a Lilac Sea | Poetry |
| Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle | Poetry |
| Unworthy of her Breast | Poetry |
| Unto the Whole-how add? | Poetry |
| Unto a broken heart | Poetry |
| Until the Desert knows | Poetry |
| Two Lengths has every Day- | Poetry |
| 'Twas later when the summer went | Poetry |
| 'Twas here my summer paused | Poetry |
| 'Twas fighting for his Life he was- | Poetry |
| 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room | Poetry |
| Trusty as the stars | Poetry |
| Trudging to Eden, looking backward | Poetry |
| Tried always and Condemned by thee | Poetry |
| Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar | Poetry |
| Too scanty 'twas to die for you | Poetry |
| Too happy Time dissolves itself | Poetry |
| Too few the mornings be | Poetry |
| Too cold is this | Poetry |
| "Tomorrow"-whose location | Poetry |
| Today or this noon | Poetry |
| To undertake is to achieve | Poetry |
| To try to speak, and miss the way | Poetry |
| To their apartment deep | Poetry |
| To the stanch Dust | Poetry |
| To the bright east she flies | Poetry |
| To tell the Beauty would decrease | Poetry |
| To see her is a Picture- | Poetry |
| To pile like Thunder to its close | Poetry |
| To own a Susan of my own | Poetry |
| To mend each tattered Faith | Poetry |
| To make Routine a Stimulus | Poetry |
| To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee | Poetry |
| To lose thee-sweeter than to gain | Poetry |
| To his simplicity | Poetry |
| To her derided Home | Poetry |
| To help our Bleaker Parts | Poetry |
| To flee from memory | Poetry |
| To earn it by disdaining it | Poetry |
| To do a magnanimous thing | Poetry |
| To disappear enhances- | Poetry |
| To die-without the Dying | Poetry |
| To break so vast a Heart | Poetry |
| To be forgot by thee | Poetry |
| Title divine-is mine! | Poetry |
| 'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe- | Poetry |
| 'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War | Poetry |
| 'Tis not the swaying frame we miss | Poetry |
| 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun | Poetry |
| 'Tis easier to pity those when dead | Poetry |
| Time's wily Chargers will not wait | Poetry |
| Time does go on- | Poetry |
| Through what transports of Patience | Poetry |
| Through those old Grounds of memory | Poetry |
| Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her- | Poetry |
| Though the great Waters sleep | Poetry |
| Those not live yet | Poetry |
| Those final Creatures,-who they are- | Poetry |
| Those-dying then | Poetry |
| Those cattle smaller than a Bee | Poetry |
| This slow Day moved along- | Poetry |
| This Me-that walks and works-must die | Poetry |
| This is the place they hoped before | Poetry |
| This docile one inter | Poetry |
| This dirty-little-Heart | Poetry |
| They talk as slow as Legends grow | Poetry |
| They might not need me-yet they might- | Poetry |
| These Strangers, in a foreign World | Poetry |
| These held their Wick above the West- | Poetry |
| These Fevered Days-to take them to the Forest | Poetry |
| These are the Signs to Nature's Inns- | Poetry |
| These are the Nights that Beetles love- | Poetry |
| These are the days that Reindeer love | Poetry |
| There's the Battle of Burgoyne- | Poetry |
| There is strength in proving that it can be borne | Poetry |
| There is no Silence in the Earth-so silent | Poetry |
| There is another Loneliness | Poetry |
| There is a Zone whose even Years | Poetry |
| There is a solitude of space | Poetry |
| There comes an hour when begging stops | Poetry |
| There comes a warning like a spy | Poetry |
| There came a Wind like a Bugle- | Poetry |
| Themself are all I have- | Poetry |
| Their dappled importunity | Poetry |
| Their Barricade against the Sky | Poetry |
| The worthlessness of Earthly things | Poetry |
| The Work of Her that went | Poetry |
| The words the happy say | Poetry |
| The Wind took up the Northern Things | Poetry |
| The wind drew off | Poetry |
| The Well upon the Brook | Poetry |
| The Way to know the Bobolink | Poetry |
| The way Hope builds his House | Poetry |
| The waters chased him as he fled | Poetry |
| The Voice that stands for Floods to me | Poetry |
| The Treason of an accent | Poetry |
| The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for | Poetry |
| The things we thought that we should do | Poetry |
| The Things that never can come back, are several- | Poetry |
| The Symptom of the Gale- | Poetry |
| The Sweets of Pillage, can be known | Poetry |
| The Sun went down-no Man looked on- | Poetry |
| The Sun retired to a cloud | Poetry |
| The Sun is one-and on the Tare | Poetry |
| The Sun in reigning to the West | Poetry |
| The Sun and Fog contested | Poetry |
| The Summer that we did not prize | Poetry |
| The Suburbs of a Secret | Poetry |
| The Stimulus, beyond the Grave | Poetry |
| The stem of a departed Flower | Poetry |
| The Stars are old, that stood for me- | Poetry |
| The spry Arms of the Wind | Poetry |
| The Spirit lasts-but in what mode- | Poetry |
| The Spider as an Artist | Poetry |
| The Soul should always stand ajar | Poetry |
| The Snow that never drifts- | Poetry |
| The smouldering embers blush- | Poetry |
| The Sky is low-the Clouds are mean | Poetry |
| The Show is not the Show | Poetry |
| The Sea said "Come" to the Brook- | Poetry |
| The Savior must have been | Poetry |
| The saddest noise, the sweetest noise | Poetry |
| The Robin is a Gabriel | Poetry |
| The Road was lit with Moon and star- | Poetry |
| The Road to Paradise is plain | Poetry |
| The right to perish might be thought | Poetry |
| The Riddle we can guess | Poetry |
| The reticent volcano keeps | Poetry |
| The Rat is the concisest Tenant. | Poetry |
| The pungent atom in the Air | Poetry |
| The Props assist the House | Poetry |
| The Products of my Farm are these | Poetry |
| The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves | Poetry |
| The Popular Heart is a Cannon first- | Poetry |
| The Pile of Years is not so high | Poetry |
| The pattern of the sun | Poetry |
| The Past is such a curious Creature | Poetry |
| The parasol is the umbrella's daughter | Poetry |
| The overtakelessness of those | Poetry |
| The Opening and the Close | Poetry |
| The ones that disappeared are back | Poetry |
| The Notice that is called the Spring | Poetry |
| The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants- | Poetry |
| The murmuring of Bees, has ceased | Poetry |
| The Mountains stood in Haze- | Poetry |
| The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met | Poetry |
| The most pathetic thing I do | Poetry |
| The most important population | Poetry |
| The Moon upon her fluent Route | Poetry |
| The mob within the heart | Poetry |
| The Mind lives on the Heart | Poetry |
| The Merchant of the Picturesque | Poetry |
| The look of thee, what is it like | Poetry |
| The longest day that God appoints | Poetry |
| The long sigh of the Frog | Poetry |
| The Lilac is an ancient shrub | Poetry |
| The Lightning is a yellow Fork | Poetry |
| The Life we have is very great | Poetry |
| The Life that tied too tight escapes | Poetry |
| The last of Summer is Delight- | Poetry |
| The last Night that She lived | Poetry |
| The Lassitudes of Contemplation | Poetry |
| The largest Fire ever known | Poetry |
| The joy that has no stem no core | Poetry |
| The Jay his Castanet has struck | Poetry |
| The inundation of the Spring | Poetry |
| The Infinite a sudden Guest | Poetry |
| The incidents of love | Poetry |
| The immortality she gave | Poetry |
| The Hills in Purple syllables | Poetry |
| The Hills erect their Purple Heads | Poetry |
| The Heart is the Capital of the Mind- | Poetry |
| The Heart has many Doors- | Poetry |
| The healed Heart shows its shallow scar | Poetry |
| The harm of Years is on him- | Poetry |
| The grave my little cottage is | Poetry |
| The going from a world we know | Poetry |
| The gleam of an heroic Act | Poetry |
| The Gentian has a parched Corolla- | Poetry |
| The Frost was never seen- | Poetry |
| The Frost of Death was on the Pane- | Poetry |
| The Flake the Wind exasperate | Poetry |
| The first We knew of Him was Death- | Poetry |
| The fascinating chill that music leaves | Poetry |
| The farthest Thunder that I heard | Poetry |
| The fairest Home I ever knew | Poetry |
| The Fact that Earth is Heaven- | Poetry |
| The Face we choose to miss- | Poetry |
| The Face in evanescence lain | Poetry |
| The event was directly behind Him | Poetry |
| The earth has many keys | Poetry |
| The Dying need but little, Dear | Poetry |
| The duties of the Wind are few | Poetry |
| The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man | Poetry |
| The distance that the dead have gone | Poetry |
| The Devil-had he fidelity | Poetry |
| The Days that we can spare | Poetry |
| The Day she goes | Poetry |
| The Day grew small, surrounded tight | Poetry |
| The Dandelion's pallid tube | Poetry |
| The Crickets sang | Poetry |
| The Clover's simple Fame | Poetry |
| The Clouds their Backs together laid | Poetry |
| The Clock strikes one that just struck two- | Poetry |
| The Butterfly's Numidian Gown | Poetry |
| The Butterfly's Assumption Gown | Poetry |
| The Butterfly upon the Sky | Poetry |
| The butterfly obtains | Poetry |
| The Butterfly in honored Dust | Poetry |
| The Bone that has no Marrow | Poetry |
| The Bobolink is gone- | Poetry |
| The Blunder is in estimate | Poetry |
| The Bird her punctual music brings | Poetry |
| The Bird did prance-the Bee did play- | Poetry |
| The Bible is an antique Volume- | Poetry |
| The Beggar at the Door for Fame | Poetry |
| The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings- | Poetry |
| The Auctioneer of Parting | Poetry |
| That this should feel the need of Death | Poetry |
| That Such have died enable Us | Poetry |
| That short-potential stir | Poetry |
| That she forgot me was the least | Poetry |
| That sacred Closet when you sweep- | Poetry |
| That odd old man is dead a year- | Poetry |
| That Love is all there is | Poetry |
| That it will never come again | Poetry |
| Than Heaven more remote | Poetry |
| Tell as a Marksman-were forgotten | Poetry |
| Tell all the Truth but tell it slant- | Poetry |
| Talk not to me of Summer Trees | Poetry |
| Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy | Poetry |
| Sweet Skepticism of the Heart- | Poetry |
| Sweet Pirate of the heart | Poetry |
| Sweet is the swamp with its secrets | Poetry |
| Sweet hours have perished here; | Poetry |
| Surprise is like a thrilling-pungent- | Poetry |
| Superiority to Fate | Poetry |
| Sunset that screens, reveals- | Poetry |
| Summer-we all have seen- | Poetry |
| Summer laid her simple Hat | Poetry |
| Summer is shorter than any one- | Poetry |
| Summer has two Beginnings- | Poetry |
| Summer begins to have the look | Poetry |
| Such are the inlets of the mind- | Poetry |
| Still own thee-still thou art | Poetry |
| Step lightly on this narrow spot- | Poetry |
| Spring comes on the World- | Poetry |
| Speech is one symptom of Affection | Poetry |
| Somewhere upon the general Earth | Poetry |
| Somewhat, to hope for | Poetry |
| Sometimes with the Heart | Poetry |
| Somehow myself survived the Night | Poetry |
| Some Wretched creature, savior take | Poetry |
| Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder | Poetry |
| Some say goodnight-at night- | Poetry |
| Some one prepared this mighty show | Poetry |
| Some Days retired from the rest | Poetry |
| Softened by Time's consummate plush | Poetry |
| So much of Heaven has gone from Earth | Poetry |
| So large my Will | Poetry |
| So I pull my Stockings off | Poetry |
| So give me back to Death- | Poetry |
| So gay a Flower | Poetry |
| Silence is all we dread | Poetry |
| She rose as high as His Occasion | Poetry |
| She laid her docile Crescent down | Poetry |
| She could not live upon the Past | Poetry |
| Shame is the shawl of Pink | Poetry |
| Shall I take thee, the Poet said | Poetry |
| September's Baccalaureate | Poetry |
| "Secrets" is a daily word | Poetry |
| Satisfaction-is the Agent | Poetry |
| Sang from the Heart, Sire | Poetry |
| Said Death to Passion | Poetry |
| Safe Despair it is that raves- | Poetry |
| Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun | Poetry |
| Revolution is the Pod | Poetry |
| Reportless Subjects, to the Quick | Poetry |
| Remembrance has a Rear and Front- | Poetry |
| "Remember me" implored the Thief! | Poetry |
| "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me | Poetry |
| Recollect the Face of me | Poetry |
| Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! | Poetry |
| Rather arid delight | Poetry |
| Quite empty, quite at rest | Poetry |
| Pursuing you in your transitions | Poetry |
| Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it | Poetry |
| Praise it-'tis dead- | Poetry |
| Power is a familiar growth- | Poetry |
| Pink-small-and punctual- | Poetry |
| Peril as a Possesssion | Poetry |
| Perhaps they do not go so far | Poetry |
| Perception of an object costs | Poetry |
| Pass to they Rendezvous of Light | Poetry |
| Parting with Thee reluctantly | Poetry |
| Paradise is that old mansion | Poetry |
| Paradise is of the option | Poetry |
| Pain has but one Acquaintance | Poetry |
| Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision | Poetry |
| Our own possessions-though our own- | Poetry |
| Our little secrets slink away- | Poetry |
| Opinion is a flitting thing | Poetry |
| One thing of it we borrow | Poetry |
| One of the ones that Midas touched | Poetry |
| One Joy of so much anguish | Poetry |
| One crown that no one seeks | Poetry |
| On the World you colored | Poetry |
| On that specific Pillow | Poetry |
| On my volcano grows the Grass | Poetry |
| Oh what a Grace is this | Poetry |
| Oh Sumptuous moment | Poetry |
| Oh Shadow on the Grass | Poetry |
| Oh, honey of an hour | Poetry |
| Oh give it Motion-deck it sweet | Poetry |
| Oh Future! thou secreted peace | Poetry |
| Of Yellow was the outer Sky | Poetry |
| Of whom so dear | Poetry |
| Of this is Day composed | Poetry |
| Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door | Poetry |
| Of so divine a Loss | Poetry |
| Of Paul and Silas it is said | Poetry |
| Of Paradise' existence | Poetry |
| Of Nature I shall have enough | Poetry |
| Of God we ask one favor | Poetry |
| Of Glory not a Beam is left | Poetry |
| Of Death I try to think like this- | Poetry |
| Obtaining but our own Extent | Poetry |
| Now I lay thee down to Sleep- | Poetry |
| Now I knew I lost her- | Poetry |
| Not with a Club, the Heart is broken | Poetry |
| Not to discover weakness is | Poetry |
| Not that he goes-we love him more | Poetry |
| Not so the infinite Relations-Below | Poetry |
| Not Sickness stains the Brave | Poetry |
| Not seeing, still we know- | Poetry |
| Not One by Heaven defrauded stay- | Poetry |
| Not knowing when the Dawn will come | Poetry |
| Not at Home to Callers | Poetry |
| Not any sunny tone | Poetry |
| Not any more to be lacked- | Poetry |
| Not any higher stands the Grave | Poetry |
| None who saw it ever told it | Poetry |
| No Passenger was known to flee- | Poetry |
| No matter where the Saints abide | Poetry |
| No man saw awe, nor to his house | Poetry |
| No Life can pompless pass away- | Poetry |
| No ladder needs the bird but skies | Poetry |
| No Brigadier throughout the Year | Poetry |
| No Autumn's intercepting Chill | Poetry |
| Nature can do no more | Poetry |
| Nature assigns the Sun- | Poetry |
| Nature affects to be sedate | Poetry |
| Myself can read the Telegrams | Poetry |
| My Wars are laid away in Books- | Poetry |
| My Triumph lasted till the Drums | Poetry |
| My Season's furthest Flower- | Poetry |
| My life closed twice before its close- | Poetry |
| My Heart upon a little Plate | Poetry |
| My Heart ran so to thee | Poetry |
| My God-He sees thee- | Poetry |
| My country need not change her gown | Poetry |
| My Cocoon tightens-Colors tease- | Poetry |
| Morning that comes but once | Poetry |
| More than the Grave is closed to me- | Poetry |
| Mine Enemy is growing old- | Poetry |
| Meeting by Accident | Poetry |
| March is the Month of Expectation | Poetry |
| Luck is not chance- | Poetry |
| Love's stricken "why" | Poetry |
| Love is done when Love's begun | Poetry |
| Love can do all but raise the Dead | Poetry |
| Look back on Time, with kindly eyes- | Poetry |
| Longing is like the Seed | Poetry |
| Long Years apart-can make no | Poetry |
| Lives he in any other world | Poetry |
| Like Time's insidious wrinkle | Poetry |
| Like Rain it sounded till it curved | Poetry |
| Like Men and Women Shadows walk | Poetry |
| Like Brooms of Steel | Poetry |
| Lightly stepped a yellow star | Poetry |
| Lift it-with the Feathers | Poetry |
| "Lethe" in my flower | Poetry |
| Let my first Knowing be of thee | Poetry |
| Let me not mar that perfect Dream | Poetry |
| Let down the Bars, Oh Death- | Poetry |
| Lest this be Heaven indeed | Poetry |
| Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today | Poetry |
| Left in immortal Youth | Poetry |
| Lay this Laurel on the One | Poetry |
| Lain in Nature-so suffice us | Poetry |
| Knock with tremor- | Poetry |
| Just Once! Oh least Request! | Poetry |
| Judgment is justest | Poetry |
| I've got an arrow here | Poetry |
| I've dropped my Brain-My Soul is numb- | Poetry |
| Its little Ether Hood | Poetry |
| Its Hour with itself | Poetry |
| It would not know if it were spurned | Poetry |
| It was not Saint-it was too large- | Poetry |
| It was a quiet way- | Poetry |
| It was a quiet seeming Day- | Poetry |
| It stole along so stealthy | Poetry |
| It sounded as if the Streets were running | Poetry |
| It rises-passes-on our South | Poetry |
| It came his turn to beg- | Poetry |
| It came at last but prompter Death | Poetry |
| Is it too late to touch you, Dear? | Poetry |
| Is Heaven a Physician? | Poetry |
| In Winter in my Room | Poetry |
| In thy long Paradise of Light | Poetry |
| In this short Life | Poetry |
| In snow thou comest- | Poetry |
| In many and reportless places | Poetry |
| Immured in Heaven! | Poetry |
| Immortal is an ample word | Poetry |
| Image of Light, Adieu- | Poetry |
| If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought | Poetry |
| If Nature smiles-the Mother must | Poetry |
| If my Bark sink | Poetry |
| If ever the lid gets off my head | Poetry |
| If all the griefs I am to have | Poetry |
| I'd rather recollect a setting | Poetry |
| I worked for chaff and earning Wheat | Poetry |
| I watcher her face to see which way | Poetry |
| I was a Phoebe-nothing more- | Poetry |
| I took one Draught of Life- | Poetry |
| I thought the Train would never come- | Poetry |
| I thought that nature was enough | Poetry |
| I think that the Root of the Wind is Water- | Poetry |
| I suppose the time will come | Poetry |
| I sued the News-yet feared-the News | Poetry |
| I should not dare to be so sad | Poetry |
| I shall not murmur if at last | Poetry |
| I send you a decrepit flower | Poetry |
| I see thee clearer for the Grave | Poetry |
| I saw the wind within her | Poetry |
| I saw that the Flake was on it | Poetry |
| I noticed People disappeared | Poetry |
| I never saw a Moor- | Poetry |
| I never hear that one is dead | Poetry |
| I know Suspense-it steps so terse | Poetry |
| I know of people in the Grave | Poetry |
| I knew that I had gained | Poetry |
| I heard, as if I had no Ear | Poetry |
| I have no Life but this- | Poetry |
| I had a daily Bliss | Poetry |
| I groped for him before I knew | Poetry |
| I fit for them- | Poetry |
| I did not reach Thee | Poetry |
| I cannot want it more- | Poetry |
| I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there | Poetry |
| I cannot meet the Spring unmoved- | Poetry |
| I bet with every Wind that blew | Poetry |
| I am afraid to own a Body- | Poetry |
| How still the Bells in Steeples stand | Poetry |
| How soft this Prison is | Poetry |
| How soft a Caterpillar steps- | Poetry |
| How ruthless are the gentle- | Poetry |
| How News must feel when travelling | Poetry |
| How much the present moment means | Poetry |
| How much of Source escapes with thee- | Poetry |
| How many schemes may die | Poetry |
| How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights- | Poetry |
| How know it from a Summer's Day? | Poetry |
| How Human Nature dotes | Poetry |
| How happy is the little Stone | Poetry |
| How good his Lava Bed | Poetry |
| How fleet-how indiscreet an one- | Poetry |
| How fits his Umber Coat | Poetry |
| How firm Eternity must look | Poetry |
| How destitute is he | Poetry |
| How dare the robins sing | Poetry |
| How brittle are the Piers | Poetry |
| Hope is a subtle Glutton- | Poetry |
| Hope is a strange invention- | Poetry |
| His voice decrepit was with Joy- | Poetry |
| His oriental heresies | Poetry |
| His mind of man, a secret makes | Poetry |
| His Mind like Fabrics of the East | Poetry |
| His Mansion in the Pool | Poetry |
| His little Hearse like Figure | Poetry |
| His Heart was darker than the starless night | Poetry |
| His Cheek is his Biographer- | Poetry |
| His Bill is clasped-his Eye forsook- | Poetry |
| His Bill an Auger is | Poetry |
| High from the earth I heard a bird | Poetry |
| Here, where the Daisies fit my Head | Poetry |
| Her spirit rose to such a height | Poetry |
| Her sovereign People | Poetry |
| Her Losses make our Gains ashamed- | Poetry |
| Her little Parasol to lift | Poetry |
| Her face was in a bed of hair | Poetry |
| "Heavenly Father"-take to thee | Poetry |
| He went by sleep that drowsy route | Poetry |
| He was my host-he was my guest | Poetry |
| He scanned it-staggered- | Poetry |
| He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow- | Poetry |
| He lived the Life of Ambush | Poetry |
| He is alive, this morning- | Poetry |
| He ate and drank the precious Words- | Poetry |
| Had we our senses | Poetry |
| Had we known the Ton she bore | Poetry |
| Had this one Day not been | Poetry |
| Had I not seen the Sun | Poetry |
| Had I known that the first was the last | Poetry |
| Guest am I to have | Poetry |
| Great Streets of silence led away | Poetry |
| God made no act without a cause | Poetry |
| God is indeed a jealous God-J | Poetry |
| Go thy great way! | Poetry |
| "Go tell it"-What a Message- | Poetry |
| Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself | Poetry |
| Go not too near a House of Rose- | Poetry |
| Glory is that bright tragic thing | Poetry |
| Glass was the Street-in tinsel Peril | Poetry |
| Gathered into the Earth | Poetry |
| Further in Summer than the Birds | Poetry |
| From his slim Palace in the Dust | Poetry |
| From all the Jails the Boys and Girls | Poetry |
| Frigid and sweet Her parting Face- | Poetry |
| Fortitude incarnate | Poetry |
| Forever honored by the Tree | Poetry |
| Forbidden Fruit a flavor has | Poetry |
| Follow wise Orion | Poetry |
| Floss won't save you from an Abyss | Poetry |
| Few, yet enough | Poetry |
| Fate slew Him, but He did not drop- | Poetry |
| Far from Love the Heavenly Father | Poetry |
| Fame is the one that does not stay- | Poetry |
| Fame is a fickle food | Poetry |
| Fame is a bee | Poetry |
| Falsehood of Thee could I suppose | Poetry |
| "Faithful to the end" Amended | Poetry |
| Facts by our side are never sudden | Poetry |
| Extol thee-could I? Then I will | Poetry |
| Experiment to me | Poetry |
| Experiment escorts us last- | Poetry |
| Expanse cannot be lost- | Poetry |
| Exhilaration is the Breeze | Poetry |
| Except the smaller size | Poetry |
| Estranged from Beauty-none can be- | Poetry |
| Escape is such a thankful Word | Poetry |
| Ended, ere it begun- | Poetry |
| Endanger it, and the Demand | Poetry |
| Elizabeth told Essex | Poetry |
| Elijah's Wagon knew no thill | Poetry |
| Eden is that old-fashioned House | Poetry |
| Each that we lose takes part of us; | Poetry |
| Dying at my music! | Poetry |
| Drowning is not so pitiful | Poetry |
| Dreams are the subtle Dower | Poetry |
| Down Time's quaint stream | Poetry |
| Dominion lasts until obtained- | Poetry |
| Distance-is not the Realm of Fox | Poetry |
| Did We abolish Frost | Poetry |
| Did life's penurious length | Poetry |
| Dew-is the Freshet in the Grass- | Poetry |
| Delight's Despair at setting | Poetry |
| Declaiming Waters none may dread- | Poetry |
| Death's Waylaying not the sharpest | Poetry |
| Death warrants are supposed to be | Poetry |
| Death is the supple Suitor | Poetry |
| Death is like the insect | Poetry |
| Dear March-Come in- | Poetry |
| Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart | Poetry |
| Count not that far that can be had | Poetry |
| Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell | Poetry |
| Could mortal lip divine | Poetry |
| Could Hope inspect her Basis | Poetry |
| Cosmopolities without a plea | Poetry |
| Contained in this short Life | Poetry |
| Consulting summer's clock | Poetry |
| Confirming All who analyze | Poetry |
| Conferring with myself | Poetry |
| Come show thy Durham Breast | Poetry |
| Climbing to reach the costly Hearts | Poetry |
| Circumference thou Bride of Awe | Poetry |
| Candor-my tepid friend- | Poetry |
| By homely gift and hindered Words | Poetry |
| By a departing light | Poetry |
| Brother of Ingots-Ah Peru- | Poetry |
| Blossoms will run away | Poetry |
| Bloom-is Result-to meet a Flower | Poetry |
| Bliss is the plaything of the child- | Poetry |
| Birthday of but a single pang | Poetry |
| Bind me-I still can sing- | Poetry |
| Between the form of Life and Life | Poetry |
| Betrothed to Righteousness might be | Poetry |
| Best Witchcraft is Geometry | Poetry |
| Belshazzar had a Letter- | Poetry |
| Behold this little Bane- | Poetry |
| Before you thought of Spring | Poetry |
| Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles- | Poetry |
| Bee! I'm expecting you! | Poetry |
| Because 'twas Riches I could own | Poetry |
| Because that you are going | Poetry |
| Because my Brook is fluent | Poetry |
| Because He loves Her | Poetry |
| Beauty crowds me till I die | Poetry |
| Back from the cordial Grave I drag theed | Poetry |
| Aurora is the effort | Poetry |
| At Half past Three, a single Bird | Poetry |
| Ashes denote that Fire was- | Poetry |
| As willing lid o'er weary eye | Poetry |
| As we pass Houses musing slow | Poetry |
| As Summer into Autumn slips | Poetry |
| As subtle as tomorrow | Poetry |
| As old as Woe- | Poetry |
| As imperceptibly as Grief | Poetry |
| As from the earth the light Balloon | Poetry |
| Art thou the thing I wanted? | Poetry |
| Arrows enamored of his Heart- | Poetry |
| Are Friends Delight or Pain? | Poetry |
| Apparently with no surprise | Poetry |
| An honest Tear | Poetry |
| An Antiquated Tree | Poetry |
| An antiquated Grace | Poetry |
| Alone and in a Circumstance | Poetry |
| All that I do | Poetry |
| All men for Honor hardest work | Poetry |
| Air has no Residence, no Neighbor | Poetry |
| After the Sun comes out | Poetry |
| After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside- | Poetry |
| Advance is Life's condition | Poetry |
| Abraham to kill him- | Poetry |
| Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier | Poetry |
| A World made penniless by that departure | Poetry |
| A Word made Flesh is seldom | Poetry |
| A word is dead | Poetry |
| A Word dropped careless on a Page | Poetry |
| A winged spark doth soar about- | Poetry |
| A Wind that rose | Poetry |
| A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds | Poetry |
| A train went through a burial gate | Poetry |
| A stagnant pleasure like a Pool | Poetry |
| A Spider sewed at Night | Poetry |
| A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig | Poetry |
| A soft Sea washed around the House | Poetry |
| A Sloop of Amber slips away | Poetry |
| A single Clover Plank | Poetry |
| A Sickness of this World it most occasions | Poetry |
| A Saucer holds a Cup | Poetry |
| A Route of Evanescence | Poetry |
| A Rat surrendered here | Poetry |
| A prompt-executive Bird is the Jay- | Poetry |
| A Pit-but Heaven over it- | Poetry |
| A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring | Poetry |
| A Mine there is no Man would own | Poetry |
| A little Snow was here and there | Poetry |
| A little overflowing word | Poetry |
| A little Madness in the Spring | Poetry |
| A little Dog that wags his tail | Poetry |
| A lane of Yellow led the eye | Poetry |
| A great Hope fell | Poetry |
| A full fed Rose on meals of Tint | Poetry |
| A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot | Poetry |
| A Field of Stubble, lying sere | Poetry |
| A faded Boy-in sallow Clothes | Poetry |
| A face devoid of love or grace | Poetry |
| A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork | Poetry |
| A Diamond on the Hand | Poetry |
| A Dew sufficed itself- | Poetry |
| A Deed knocks first at Thought | Poetry |
| A curious Cloud surprised the Sky | Poetry |
| A Counterfeit-a Plated Person- | Poetry |
| A chilly Peace infests the Grass | Poetry |
| A Cap of Lead across the sky | Poetry |
| A Bee his burnished Carriage | Poetry |
| Who occupies this House? | Poetry |
| When the Astronomer stops seeking | Poetry |
| When One has given up One's life | Poetry |
| When I have seen the Sun emerge | Poetry |
| What shall I do when the Summer troubles | Poetry |
| What I see not, I better see | Poetry |
| What did They do since I saw Them? | Poetry |
| Wert Thou but ill-that I might show thee | Poetry |
| We'll pass without the parting | Poetry |
| We outgrow love, like other things | Poetry |
| We miss Her, not because We see | Poetry |
| We met as Sparks-Diverging Flints | Poetry |
| We can but follow to the Sun | Poetry |
| "Unto Me?" I do not know you | Poetry |
| Unfulfilled to Observation | Poetry |
| Under the Light, yet under | Poetry |
| Uncertain lease-develops lustre | Poetry |
| Unable are the Loved to die | Poetry |
| Two Travellers perishing in Snow | Poetry |
| Twice had Summer her fair Verdure | Poetry |
| 'Twas Crisis-All the length had passed | Poetry |
| 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me | Poetry |
| Truth-is as old as God | Poetry |
| Too little way the House must lie | Poetry |
| To this World she returned | Poetry |
| To own the Art within the Soul | Poetry |
| To my quick ear the Leaves-conferred | Poetry |
| 'Tis Sunrise-Little Maid-Hast Thou | Poetry |
| 'Tis Anguish grander than Delight | Poetry |
| Till Death-is narrow Loving | Poetry |
| Those who have been in the Grave the longest | Poetry |
| This was in the White of the Year | Poetry |
| This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies | Poetry |
| This Merit hath the worst | Poetry |
| This is a Blossom of the Brain | Poetry |
| This Dust, and its Feature | Poetry |
| This Consciousness that is aware | Poetry |
| This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life | Poetry |
| They won't frown always-some sweet Day | Poetry |
| They ask but our Delight | Poetry |
| These tested Our Horizon | Poetry |
| There is a June when Corn is cut | Poetry |
| There is a finished feeling | Poetry |
| The Wind begun to knead the Grass | Poetry |
| The Veins of other Flowers | Poetry |
| The Sunset stopped on Cottages | Poetry |
| The Sun is gay or stark | Poetry |
| The Sun and Moon must make their haste | Poetry |
| The Soul's distinct connection | Poetry |
| The Robin is the One | Poetry |
| The Robin for the Crumb | Poetry |
| The Poets light but Lamps | Poetry |
| The Only News I know | Poetry |
| The Mountain sat upon the Plain | Poetry |
| The Missing All-prevented Me | Poetry |
| The Luxury to apprehend | Poetry |
| The Leaves like Women interchange | Poetry |
| The Lady feeds Her little Bird | Poetry |
| The Hollows round His eager Eyes | Poetry |
| The Heart has narrow Banks | Poetry |
| The good Will of a Flower | Poetry |
| The first Day that I was a Life | Poetry |
| The Fingers of the Light | Poetry |
| The Dust behind I strove to join | Poetry |
| The Definition of Beauty is | Poetry |
| The Chemical conviction | Poetry |
| The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb | Poetry |
| The Admirations-and Contempts-of time | Poetry |
| That is solemn we have ended | Poetry |
| That Distance was between Us | Poetry |
| Sweet, to have had them lost | Poetry |
| Superfluous were the Sun | Poetry |
| Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning | Poetry |
| Spring is the Period | Poetry |
| Soto! Explore thyself! | Poetry |
| Snow beneath whose chilly softness | Poetry |
| She sped as Petals of a Rose | Poetry |
| Robbed by Death-but that was easy | Poetry |
| Ribbons of the Year | Poetry |
| Purple-is fashionable twice | Poetry |
| Perhaps you think me stooping | Poetry |
| Peace is a fiction of our Faith | Poetry |
| Patience-has a quiet Outer | Poetry |
| Pain-expands the Time | Poetry |
| Our little Kinsmen-after Rain | Poetry |
| Only a Shrine, but Mine | Poetry |
| One Day is there of the Series | Poetry |
| On that dear Frame the Years had worn | Poetry |
| Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? | Poetry |
| Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe | Poetry |
| Of Consciousness, her awful Mate | Poetry |
| Not that We did, shall be the test | Poetry |
| Not all die early, dying young | Poetry |
| Noon-is the Hinge of Day | Poetry |
| No Other can reduce | Poetry |
| Nature and God-I neither knew | Poetry |
| My best Acquaintances are those | Poetry |
| Midsummer, was it, when They died | Poetry |
| Love reckons by itself-alone | Poetry |
| Love-is that later Thing than Death | Poetry |
| Love-is anterior to Life | Poetry |
| Light is sufficient to itself | Poetry |
| Just as He spoke it from his Hands | Poetry |
| I've none to tell me to but Thee | Poetry |
| It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone | Poetry |
| It is an honorable Thought | Poetry |
| It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon | Poetry |
| Impossibility, like Wine | Poetry |
| If I can stop one Heart from breaking | Poetry |
| Ideals are the Fairly Oil | Poetry |
| I sing to use the Waiting | Poetry |
| I make His Crescent fill or lack | Poetry |
| I made slow Riches but my Gain | Poetry |
| I learned-at least-what Home could be | Poetry |
| I hide myself within my flower | Poetry |
| I could not drink it, Sweet | Poetry |
| I cannot buy it-'tis not sold | Poetry |
| I cannot be ashamed | Poetry |
| How well I knew Her not | Poetry |
| How the Waters closed above Him | Poetry |
| How happy I was if I could forget | Poetry |
| How fortunate the Grave | Poetry |
| How far is it to Heaven? | Poetry |
| His Feet are shod with Gauze | Poetry |
| Herein a Blossom lies | Poetry |
| Her Grace is all she has- | Poetry |
| He who in Himself believes | Poetry |
| He outstripped Time with but a Bout | Poetry |
| Had I not This, or This, I said | Poetry |
| Gratitude-is not the mention | Poetry |
| Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! | Poetry |
| Given in Marriage unto Thee | Poetry |
| From Us She wandered now a Year | Poetry |
| Fitter to see Him, I may be | Poetry |
| Finite-to fail, but infinite to Venture | Poetry |
| Finding is the first Act | Poetry |
| Fame is the tine that Scholars leave | Poetry |
| Faith-is the Pierless Bridge | Poetry |
| Fairer through Fading-as the Day | Poetry |
| Experience is the Angled Road | Poetry |
| Escaping backward to perceive | Poetry |
| Each Second is the last | Poetry |
| Each Scar I'll keep for Him | Poetry |
| Dying! To be afraid of thee | Poetry |
| Drab Habitation of Whom? | Poetry |
| Denial-is the only fact | Poetry |
| Death leaves Us homesick, who behind | Poetry |
| Death is a Dialogue between | Poetry |
| Crumbling is not an instant's Act | Poetry |
| Crisis is a Hair | Poetry |
| Between My Country-and the Others | Poetry |
| Best Things dwell out of Sight | Poetry |
| Besides this May | Poetry |
| Before He comes we weigh the Time! | Poetry |
| Because the Bee may blameless hum | Poetry |
| Banish Air from Air- | Poetry |
| Away from Home are some and I- | Poetry |
| As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies | Poetry |
| As Sleigh Bells seem in summer | Poetry |
| As plan for Noon and plan for Night | Poetry |
| As One does Sickness over | Poetry |
| As Frost is best conceived | Poetry |
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