Part One: Life
This is my letter to the world
- Success is counted sweetest
- Our share of night to bear
- Soul, wilt thou toss again?
- ’T is so much joy!
- Glee! the great storm is over!
- If I can stop one heart from breaking
- Within my reach!
- A wounded deer leaps highest
- The heart asks pleasure first
- A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is
- Much madness is divinest sense
- I asked no other thing
- The soul selects her own society
- Some things that fly there be
- I know some lonely houses off the road
- To fight aloud is very brave
- When night is almost done
- Read, sweet, how others strove
- Pain has an element of blank
- I taste a liquor never brewed
- He ate and drank the precious words
- I had no time to hate, because
- ’T was such a little, little boat
- Whether my bark went down at sea
- Belshazzar had a letter
- The brain within its groove
- I ’m nobody! Who are you?
- I bring an unaccustomed wine
- The nearest dream recedes, unrealized
- We play at paste
- I found the phrase to every thought
- Hope is the thing with feathers
- Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
- Who never lost, are unprepared
- I can wade grief
- I never hear the word ‘escape’
- For each ecstatic instant
- Through the straight pass of suffering
- I meant to have but modest needs
- The thought beneath so slight a film
- The soul unto itself
- Surgeons must be very careful
- I like to see it lap the miles
- The show is not the show
- Delight becomes pictorial
- A thought went up my mind to-day
- Is Heaven a physician?
- Though I get home how late, how late!
- A poor torn heart, a tattered heart
- I should have been too glad, I see
- It tossed and tossed
- Victory comes late
- God gave a loaf to every bird
- Experiment to me
- My country need not change her gown
- Faith is a fine invention
- Except the heaven had come so near
- Portraits are to daily faces
- I took my power in my hand
- A shady friend for torrid days
- Each life converges to some centre
- Before I got my eye put out
- Talk with prudence to a beggar
- He preached upon ‘breadth’
- Good night! which put the candle out?
- When I hoped I feared
- A deed knocks first at thought
- Mine enemy is growing old
- Remorse is memory awake
- The body grows outside
- Undue significance a starving man attaches
- Heart not so heavy as mine
- I many times thought peace had come
- Unto my books so good to turn
- This merit hath the worst
- I had been hungry all the years
- I gained it so
- To learn the transport by the pain
- I years had been from home
- Prayer is the little implement
- I know that he exists
- Musicians wrestle everywhere
- Just lost when I was saved!
- ’T is little I could care for pearls
- Superiority to fate
- Hope is a subtle glutton
- Forbidden fruit a flavor has
- Heaven is what I cannot reach!
- A word is dead
- To venerate the simple days
- It ’s such a little thing to weep
- Drowning is not so pitiful
- How still the bells in steeples stand
- If the foolish call them ‘flowers’
- Could mortal lip divine
- My life closed twice before its close
- We never know how high we are
- While I was fearing it, it came
- There is no frigate like a book
- Who has not found the heaven below
- A face devoid of love or grace
- I had a guinea golden
- From all the jails the boys and girls
- Few get enough,—enough is one
- Upon the gallows hung a wretch
- I felt a cleavage in my mind
- The reticent volcano keeps
- If recollecting were forgetting
- The farthest thunder that I heard
- On the bleakness of my lot
- A door just opened on a street
- Are friends delight or pain?
- Ashes denote that fire was
- Fate slew him, but he did not drop
- Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
- I measure every grief I meet
- I have a king who does not speak
- It dropped so low in my regard
- To lose one’s faith surpasses
- I had a daily bliss
- I worked for chaff, and earning wheat
- Life, and Death, and Giants
- Our lives are Swiss
- Remembrance has a rear and front
- To hang our head ostensibly
- The brain is wider than the sky
- The bone that has no marrow
- The past is such a curious creature
- To help our bleaker parts
- What soft, cherubic creatures
- Who never wanted,—maddest joy
- It might be easier
- You cannot put a fire out
- A modest lot, a fame ‘petite’
- Is bliss, then, such abyss
- I stepped from plank to plank
- One day is there of the series
- Softened by Time’s consummate plush
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