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A Bee his burnished Carriage
A Bird came down the Walk
A Charm invests a face
A Clock stopped
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
A Coffin – is a small Domain
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky
A darting year – a pomp – a tear
A Death blow – is a Life blow – to Some
A Diamond on the Hand
A Door just opened on a street
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink
A feather from the Whippoorwill
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
A great Hope fell
A House upon the Height
A Light exists in Spring
A little bread – a crust – a crumb
A little East of Jordan
A little Madness in the Spring
A little Road – not made of Man
A long – long Sleep –
A Man may make a Remark
A Murmur in the Trees – to note
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
A Night – there lay the Days between
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
A Pit – but Heaven over it
A poor – torn heart – a tattered heart
A precious – mouldering pleasure – ’tis
A Prison gets to be a friend
A Route of Evanescence
A science – so the Savants say,
A Secret told
A Shade upon the mind there passes
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
A Sloop of Amber slips away
A solemn thing – it was – I said
A Solemn thing within the Soul
A something in a summer’s Day
A South Wind – has a pathos
A Spider sewed at Night
A still – Volcano – Life
A Thought went up my mind today
A throe upon the features
A Toad, can die of Light
A Tongue – to tell Him I am true!
A train went through a burial gate
A Visitor in Marl
A Wife – at daybreak I shall be
A Wind that rose
A Word dropped careless on a Page
A word is dead
A Word made Flesh is seldom
A World made penniless by that departure
A Wounded Deer – leaps highest
Abraham to kill him
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
After a hundred years
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
Again – his voice is at the door
Ah, Moon – and Star!
Ah, Teneriffe!
All men for Honor hardest work
All overgrown by cunning moss
All the letters I can write
All these my banners be
Although I put away his life
Ambition cannot find him
Ample make this Bed
An altered look about the hills
An awful Tempest mashed the air
An honest Tear
An ignorance a Sunset
Angels in the early morning
Answer July
Apparently with no surprise
“Arcturus” is his other name
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Artists wrestled here!
As by the dead we love to sit
As children bid the Guest “Good-night”
As far from pity, as complaint
As Frost is best conceived
As if some little Arctic flower
As if the Sea should part
As imperceptibly as Grief
As old as Woe
As One does Sickness over
As Watchers hang upon the East
At Half past Three, a single Bird
At last, to be identified!
At least – to pray – is left – is left
Aurora is the effort
Autumn – overlooked my Knitting
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
Away from Home are some and I