P

Pain – expands the Time
Pain – has an Element of Blank
Pain has but one Acquaintance
Papa above!
Paradise is of the Option
Paradise is that old mansion
Partake as doth the Bee
Parting with Thee reluctantly
Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light
Patience – has a quiet Outer
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
Perception of an object costs
Perhaps I asked too large
Perhaps you think me stooping
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?
Perhaps they do not go so far
Peril as a Possesssion
Pigmy seraphs – gone astray
Pine Bough
Pictures are to daily faces
Pink – small – and punctual
Please, Sir, to let me
Pompless no Life can pass away
Poor little Heart!
Portraits are to daily faces
Praise it – ’tis dead
Prayer is the little implement
Precious to Me – She still shall be
Presentiment – is that long Shadow
Promise This – When You be Dying
Proud of my broken heart
Publication – is the Auction
Purple
Purple – is fashionable twice
Put up my lute!

Q

Quite empty, quite at rest

R

Rare to the rare
Rather arid delight
Read – Sweet – how others – strove
Rearrange a “Wife’s” affection!
Recollect the Face of me
“Red Sea,” indeed! Talk not to me
Rehearsal to Ourselves
“Remember me” implored the Thief!
Remembrance has a Rear and Front
Remorse – is Memory – awake
Removed from Accident of Loss
Renunciation – is a piercing Virtue
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
Rest at Night
Reverse cannot befall
Revolution is the Pod
Ribbons of the Year
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
Robbed by Death – but that was easy

S

Safe Despair it is that raves
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers
Said Death to Passion
Sang from the Heart, Sire
Satisfaction – is the Agent
Savior! I’ve no one else to tell
“Secrets” is a daily word
September’s Baccalaureate
Severer Service of myself
Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
Shame is the shawl of Pink
She bore it till the simple veins
She could not live upon the Past
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
She died – this was the way she died
She died at play
She dwelleth in the Ground
She hideth Her the last
She laid her docile Crescent down
She lay as if at play
She rose as high as His Occasion
She rose to His Requirement – dropt
She sights a Bird – she chuckles
She slept beneath a tree
She sped as Petals from a Rose
She staked her Feathers – Gained an Arc
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
She went as quiet as the Dew

Shells from the Coast mistaking
She’s happy, with a new Content
Should you but fail at – Sea
Show me Eternity
“Sic transit gloria mundi”
Silence is all we dread
Size circumscribes – it has no room
Sleep is supposed to be
Smiling back from Coronation
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Snowflakes
So bashful when I spied her!
So from the mould
So gay a Flower
So give me back to Death
So glad we are – a Stranger’d deem
So has a Daisy vanished
So I pull my Stockings off
So large my Will
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
So much Summer
So proud she was to die
So set its Sun in Thee
So the Eyes accost – and sunder
So well that I can live without
Society for me my misery
Soft as the massacre of Suns
Softened by Time’s consummate plush
Some – Work for Immortality
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike
Some Days retired from the rest
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
Some one prepared this mighty show
Some Rainbow – coming from the Fair!
Some say goodnight – at night
Some such Butterfly be seen
Some things that fly there be
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Some Wretched creature, savior take
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Somehow myself survived the Night
Sometimes with the Heart
Somewhat, to hope for
Somewhere opon the general Earth
Soto! Explore thyself!
Soul, take thy risk
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
South Winds jostle them
“Sown in dishonor”!
Speech – is a prank of Parliament
Speech is one symptom of affection
Split the Lark – and you’ll find the Music
Spring comes on the World
Spring is the Period
Spurn the temerity
Step lightly on this narrow spot
Still own thee – still thou art
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
Struck, was I, nor yet by Lightning
Succes is counted sweetest
Such are the inlets of the mind
Such is the Force of Happiness
Summer begins to have the look
Summer for thee, grant I may be
Summer has two Beginnings
Summer is shorter than any one
Summer laid her simple Hat
Summer – we all have seen
Sunset at Night – is natural
Sunset that screens, reveals
Superfluous were the Sun
Superiority to Fate
Surgeons must be very careful
Surprise is like a thrilling – pungent
Suspense – is Hostiler than Death
Sweet – safe – Houses
Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered
Sweet hours have perished here
Sweet is the swamp with it’s secrets
Sweet Mountains – Ye tell Me no lie
Sweet Pirate of the Heart
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart
Sweet, to have had them lost