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Table of Contens:

First Series
Second Series
Third Series
Index of First Lines

Index of First Lines

A- | -B- | -C- | -D- | -E- | -F- | -G- | -H- | -I- | -J- | -L- | -M- | -N- | -O- | -P- | -R- | -S- | -T- | -U- | -V- | -W- | -Y-

A bird came down the walk:
A charm invests a face
A clock stopped ? not the mantel's;
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
A deed knocks first at thought,
A dew sufficed itself
A door just opened on a street ?
A drop fell on the apple tree,
A face devoid of love or grace,
A lady red upon the hill
A light exists in spring
A little road not made of man,
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
A modest lot, a fame petite,
A murmur in the trees to note,
A narrow fellow in the grass
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
A route of evanescence
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A shady friend for torrid days
A sickness of this world it most occasions
A sloop of amber slips away
A solemn thing it was, I said,
A something in a summer's day,
A spider sewed at night
A thought went up my mind to-day
A throe upon the features
A toad can die of light!
A word is dead
A wounded deer leaps highest,
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
After a hundred years
All overgrown by cunning moss,
Alter? When the hills do.
Ample make this bed.
An altered look about the hills;
An awful tempest mashed the air,
An everywhere of silver,
Angels in the early morning
Apparently with no surprise
Arcturus is his other name, ?
Are friends delight or pain?
As by the dead we love to sit,
As children bid the guest good-night,
As far from pity as complaint,
As if some little Arctic flower,
As imperceptibly as grief
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.
Because I could not stop for Death,
Before I got my eye put out,
Before the ice is in the pools,
Before you thought of spring,
Belshazzar had a letter, ?
Bereaved of all, I went abroad,
Besides the autumn poets sing,
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
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