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A Bee his burnished Carriage
A Bird came down the Walk
A Burdock – clawed my Gown
A Cap of Lead across the sky
A Charm invests a face
A chastened Grace is twice a Grace
A Chilly Peace infests the Grass
A Clock stopped
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
A Coffin – is a small Domain
A Counterfeit – a Plated Person
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky
A darting year – a pomp – a tear
A Day! Help! Help!
A Death blow – is a Life blow – to Some
A Deed knocks first at Thought
A Dew sufficed itself
A Diamond on the Hand
A Dimple in the Tomb
A Door just opened on a street
A doubt if it be Us
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink
A face devoid of love or grace
A faded Boy – in sallow Clothes
A feather from the Whippoorwill
A Field of Stubble, lying sere
A first Mute Coming
A Flower will not trouble her
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
A great Hope fell
A happy lip – breaks sudden
A House upon the Height
A Lady red – amid the Hill
A lane of Yellow led the eye
A Letter is a joy of Earth
A Light exists in Spring
A little bread – a crust – a crumb
A little Dog that wags his tail
A little East of Jordan
A little Madness in the Spring
A little overflowing word
A little poem we will write
A little Road – not made of Man
A little Snow was here and there
A long – long Sleep –
A loss of something ever felt I
A Man may make a Remark
A Mien to move a Queen
A Mine there is no Man would own
A Moth the hue of this
A Murmur in the Trees – to note
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
A nearness to Tremendousness
A Night – there lay the Days between
A not admitting of the wound
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
A Pit – but Heaven over it
A Plated Life – diversified
A poor – torn heart – a tattered heart
A precious – mouldering pleasure – ’tis
A Prison gets to be a friend
A prompt – executive Bird is the Jay
A Rat surrendered here
A Route of Evanescence
A Saucer holds a Cup
A science – so the Savants say,
A Secret told
A sepal – petal – and a thorn
A Shade upon the mind there passes
A shady friend – for Torrid days
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
A single Clover Plank
A single Screw of Flesh
A slash of Blue
A Sloop of Amber slips away
A soft Sea washed around the House
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 Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
A Spider sewed at Night
A Stagnant pleasure like a Pool
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 Tooth upon Our Peace
A train went through a burial gate
A transport one cannot contain

A Visitor in Marl
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
A Wife – at daybreak I shall be
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
A Wind that rose
A winged spark doth soar about
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
Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier
Abraham to kill him
Absence disembodies – so does Death
Absent Place – an April Day
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Advance is Life’s condition
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
After a hundred years
After all Birds have been investigated
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
After the Sun comes out
Again – his voice is at the door
Ah, Moon – and Star!
Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Ah, Teneriffe!
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor
All but Death, Can be Adjusted
All Circumstances are the Frame
All forgot for recollecting
All I may – if small
All men for Honor hardest work
All overgrown by cunning moss
All that I do
All the letters I can write
All these my banners be
All things swept sole away
Alone and in a Circumstance
Alone, I cannot be
Alter! When the Hills do
Although I put away his life
Always Mine!
Ambition cannot find him
Ample make this Bed
An altered look about the hills
An antiquated Grace
An Antiquated Tree
An awful Tempest mashed the air
An Everywhere of Silver
An honest Tear
An Hour is a Sea
An ignorance a Sunset
And this, of all my Hopes
“And with what Body do they come”?
Angels in the early morning
Answer July
Apology for Her
Apparently with no surprise
“Arcturus” is his other name
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Arrows enamored of his Heart
Art thou the thing I wanted?
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 from the Earth the light Balloon
As Frost is best conceived
As if I asked a common Alms
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 plan for Noon and plan for Night
As Sleigh Bells seem in Summer
As subtle as tomorrow
As Summer into Autumn slips
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As Watchers hang upon the East
As we pass Houses musing slow
As willing lid o’er Weary Eye
Ashes denote that Fire was
At Half past Three, a single Bird
At last, to be identified!
At least – to pray – is left – is left
At leisure is the Soul
Aurora is the effort
Autumn – overlooked my Knitting
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
Away from Home are some and I