"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!Angol | |
1006 The first We knew of Him was Death —Angol | |
101 Will there really be a "Morning"?Angol | |
1017 To die — without the DyingAngol | |
102 Great Caesar! CondescendAngol | |
1028 'Twas my one GloryAngol | |
1030 That Such have died enable UsAngol | |
1031 Fate slew Him, but He did not dropAngol | |
1032 His Bill an Auger isAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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107 'Twas such a little – little boatAngol | |
109 By a flower — By a letterAngol | Német Orosz
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1092 It was not Saint—it was too large—Angol | |
110 Artists wrestled here!Angol | Német Orosz
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1101 Between the form of Life and LifeAngol | |
1102 His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsookAngol | Német Orosz
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1108 A Diamond on the HandAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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1111 Some Wretched creature, savior takeAngol | |
1112 That this should feel the need of DeathAngol | Német Orosz
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1113 There is a strength in proving that it can be borneAngol | |
1114 The largest Fire ever knownAngol | |
1115 The murmuring of Bees, has ceasedAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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1116 There is another LonelinessAngol | |
1117 A Mine there is no Man would ownAngol | |
112 Where bells no more affright the mornAngol | |
1121 Time does go onAngol | |
1127 Soft as the massacre of SunsAngol | |
1128 These are the Nights that Beetles loveAngol | Francia Orosz
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113 Our share of night to bearAngol | |
1137. The duties of the Wind are fewAngol | |
1140 The Day grew small, surrounded tightAngol | Német Orosz
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1145 In thy long Paradise of LightAngol | |
1146 When Etna basks and purrsAngol | Német Orosz
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1149 I noticed People disappearedAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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1151 Soul, take thy riskAngol | |
1154 A full fed Rose on meals of TintAngol | Német Orosz
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1157 Some Days retired from the restAngol | |
1163 God made no act without a causeAngol | |
118 My friend attacks my friend!Angol | |
12Angol | |
1210 The Sea said "Come" to the BrookAngol | |
122 A something in a summer's DayAngol | |
1222 The Riddle we can guessAngol | |
1275 The Spider as an ArtistAngol | |
1292 Yesterday is HistoryAngol | |
1301 I cannot want it moreAngol | |
1302 I think that the Root of the Wind is WaterAngol | |
1306 Surprise is like a thrilling — pungentAngol | |
1309 The Infinite a sudden GuestAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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131 Besides the Autumn poets singAngol | |
1310 The Notice that is called the SpringAngol | |
1315 Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?Angol | |
1316 Winter is good — his Hoar DelightsAngol | Angol Orosz #1 #2
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1319 How News must feel when travellingAngol | Orosz
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1324 I send you a decrepit flowerAngol | |
1327 The Symptom of the GaleAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1329 Whether they have forgottenAngol | Francia Orosz
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133 As Children bid the Guest "Good NightAngol | |
1330 Without a smile — Without a ThroeAngol | Orosz
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1336 Nature assigns the SunAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1340 Unto the Whole — how add?Angol | Orosz
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1348 Lift it — with the FeathersAngol | |
1349 I'd rather recollect a settingAngol | Orosz
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135Angol | |
1350 Luck is not chanceAngol | Orosz
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1354 The Heart is the Capital of the MindAngol | Orosz
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1356 The Rat is the concisest TenantAngol | Német Orosz
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1357 "Faithful to the end" Amended... (two versions)Angol | Orosz
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1358 The Treason of an accent (two versions)Angol | Orosz
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1359 The long sigh of the FrogAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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1363 Summer laid her simple HatAngol | |
1364 How know it from a Summer's Day?Angol | Orosz #1 #2
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1365 Take all awayAngol | Orosz
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1367 "Tomorrow" — whose location...Angol | |
1367 "Tomorrow" — whose location...Angol | |
1368 Love's stricken "why"...Angol | Orosz Spanyol #1 #2
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1372 The Sun is one — and on the TareAngol | Orosz
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1373 The worthlessness of Earthly thingsAngol | Orosz
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1379 His Mansion in the PoolAngol | |
1380 How much the present moment meansAngol | |
1381 I suppose the time will comeAngol | Orosz
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1382 In many and reportless placesAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1383 Long Years apart — can make noAngol | Görög Orosz
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1385 "Secrets" is a daily wordAngol | Orosz Perzsa
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1387 The Butterfly's Numidian GownAngol | Orosz
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1389 Touch lightly Nature's sweet GuitarAngol | Orosz
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1391 They might not need me but; they mightAngol | |
1392 Hope is a strange inventionAngol | Orosz
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1397 It sounded as if the Streets were runningAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1399 Perhaps they do not go so farAngol | Orosz
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14 One Sister have I in our houseAngol | Orosz Portugál
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1403 My Maker — let me beAngol | |
1405 Bees are Black, with Gilt SurcinglesAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1406 No Passenger was known to fleeAngol | Orosz
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1420 One Joy of so much anguishAngol | |
1422 Summer has two BeginningsAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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1423 The fairest Home I ever knewAngol | |
1430 Who never wanted — maddest JoyAngol | Orosz
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1437 A Dew sufficed itselfAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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1445 Death is the supple SuitorAngol | Orosz
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1446 His Mind like Fabrics of the EastAngol | Orosz
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1447 How good his Lava BedAngol | Orosz
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1448 How soft a Caterpillar stepsAngol | Orosz
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1449 I thought the Train would never comeAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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145Angol | |
1450 Whoever disenchantsAngol | Orosz
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1452 Your thoughts don't have words every dayAngol | Orosz
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1478 Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -Angol | |
1544 (2) Who has not found the Heaven — below —Angol | |
1544 Who has not found the Heaven — below —Angol | |
1587 He ate and drank the precious WordsAngol | |
16 I would distil a cupAngol | Orosz
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1619 Not knowing when the Dawn will comeAngol | |
170 Portraits are to daily facesAngol | |
1701 To their apartment deepAngol | Orosz
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172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!Angol | Orosz
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172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! (Alternative version)Angol | Német
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1747Angol | |
1763 Fame is a beeAngol | |
182 If I should n't be aliveAngol | |
194 On this long storm the rainbow roseAngol | Orosz Perzsa
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199 I'm "wife" – I've finished thatAngol | Angol Orosz #1 #2
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202Angol | |
204 A slash of BlueAngol | Héber Lengyel Orosz
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214 I taste a liquor never brewedAngol | |
230 We — Bee and I — live by the quaffingAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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239 "Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!Angol | |
243 I've known a Heaven, like a TentAngol | Orosz
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301 I reason, Earth is shortAngol | |
318 I'll tell you how the Sun roseAngol | |
319 The nearest Dream recedes — unrealizedAngol | Orosz
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32 When Roses cease to bloom, SirAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us soAngol | Orosz #1 #2 Spanyol
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347 When Night is almost doneAngol | |
376 Of Course—I prayedAngol | |
377 To lose one's faith — surpassAngol | Német Orosz
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379 Rehearsal to OurselvesAngol | Orosz
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380 There is a flower that Bees preferAngol | Német Olasz Orosz
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381 A Secret toldAngol | |
409 They dropped like FlakesAngol | |
42. There is a wordAngol | Orosz
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440 'Tis customary as we partAngol | Francia Orosz
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444 It feels a shame to be AliveAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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475 Doom is the House without the DoorAngol | |
48 Once more, my now bewildered DoveAngol | Orosz
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5 I have a Bird in springAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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500 Within my Garden, rides a BirdAngol | |
514 Her smile was shaped like other smilesAngol | Görög Orosz
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515 No Crowd that has occurredAngol | Orosz
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516 Beauty — be not caused — It IsAngol | |
52 Whether my bark went down at seaAngol | Francia Orosz
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524 Departed to the judgmentAngol | |
54 - If I Should DieAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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540 I took my Power in my HandAngol | |
543 I fear a Man of frugal SpeechAngol | Orosz #1 #2 Román
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544 The Martyr Poets – did not tellAngol | Francia Orosz #1 #2
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563 I could not prove the Years had feetAngol | Német Orosz
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585 I like to see it lap the MilesAngol | Német Orosz
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590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern's MouthAngol | Német Orosz
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601 A still — Volcano — LifeAngol | |
602 Of Brussels — it was notAngol | Orosz
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603 He found my Being — set it upAngol | Orosz Ukrán
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605 The Spider holds a Silver BallAngol | |
606 The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swungAngol | Orosz
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625 'Twas a long Parting — but the timeAngol | Orosz
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63 If pain for peace preparesAngol | |
632 The Brain — is wider than the SkyAngol | |
644 You left me — Sire — two LegaciesAngol | |
668Angol | |
68Angol | |
686Angol | |
69. Remorse Is Memory AwakeAngol | |
713 Fame of Myself, to justifyAngol | Orosz
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720 No Prisoner beAngol | Héber Lengyel Orosz
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729 Alter! When the Hills doAngol | |
73 Who never lost, are unpreparedAngol | Orosz
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739 I many times thought Peace had comeAngol | Orosz Török
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76 Exultation is the goingAngol | |
761 From Blank to BlankAngol | Orosz
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77 I never hear the word "Escape"Angol | |
783 The Birds begun at Four o'clockAngol | Orosz
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809 Unable are the Loved to dieAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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810 Her Grace is all she hasAngol | |
820 All Circumstances are the FrameAngol | Orosz
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826 Love reckons by itself — aloneAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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827 The Only News I knowAngol | Orosz
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828 The Robin is the OneAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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832 Soto! Explore thyself!Angol | Orosz
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834 Before He comes we weigh the Time!Angol | |
838 Impossibility, like WineAngol | Orosz
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839 Always Mine!Angol | Orosz #1 #2
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840 I cannot buy it — 'tis not soldAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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841 A Moth the hue of thisAngol | Orosz
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842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!Angol | Orosz
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844 Spring is the PeriodAngol | Orosz
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849 The good Will of a FlowerAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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851 When the Astronomer stops seekingAngol | Orosz
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855 To own the Art within the SoulAngol | |
861 Split the Lark — and you'll find the MusicAngol | |
863 That Distance was between UsAngol | Orosz
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865 He outstripped Time with but a BoutAngol | Orosz
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866 Fame is the tint that Scholars leaveAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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867 Escaping backward to perceiveAngol | Orosz
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868 They ask but our DelightAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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873 Ribbons of the YearAngol | Orosz
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875 I stepped from Plank to PlankAngol | |
877 Each Scar I'll keep for HimAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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878 The Sun is gay or starkAngol | Orosz
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882 A Shade upon the mind there passesAngol | Orosz
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883 The Poets light but LampsAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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884 An Everywhere of SilverAngol | |
885 Our little Kinsmen — after RainAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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886 These tested Our HorizonAngol | Orosz
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891 To my quick ear the Leaves — conferredAngol | Orosz
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892 Who occupies this House?Angol | Orosz
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898 How happy I was if I could forgetAngol | |
90 Within my reachAngol | |
905 Between My Country — and the OthersAngol | Orosz Török
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909 I make His Crescent fill or lackAngol | Orosz
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910 Experience is the Angled RoadAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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912 Peace is a fiction of our FaithAngol | |
914 I cannot be ashamedAngol | Orosz
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917 Love - is anterior to LifeAngol | |
920 We can but follow to the SunAngol | Orosz
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921 If it had no pencilAngol | Orosz
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931 Noon — is the Hinge of DayAngol | Orosz
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932 My best Acquaintances are thoseAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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938 Fairer through Fading — as the DayAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?Angol | Orosz
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949 Under the Light, yet underAngol | Orosz
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950 The Sunset stopped on CottagesAngol | Orosz
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951 As Frost is best conceivedAngol | |
952 A Man may make a RemarkAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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954 The Chemical convictionAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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955 The Hollows round His eager EyesAngol | Orosz
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958 We met as Sparks — Diverging FlintsAngol | Orosz
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960 As plan for Noon and plan for NightAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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974 The Soul's distinct connectionAngol | Orosz Ukrán
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A Bee his burnished carriageAngol | Francia Orosz
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A Bird Came Down the WalkAngol | |
A Book (1286)Angol | |
A Burdock clawed my gownAngol | Francia Orosz
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A Cap of Lead across the SkyAngol | Francia Orosz
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A charm invests a faceAngol | |
A chilly peace infests the grassAngol | |
A coffin is a small domainAngol | Francia Orosz #1 #2
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A counterfeit - a plated personAngol | Orosz
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A curious cloud surprised the skyAngol | |
A darting fear - a pomp - a tearAngol | |
A Death blow is a life blow to someAngol | |
A dimple in the TombAngol | |
A Door Just OpenedAngol | |
A drop fell on the apple-treeAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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A faded boy - in sallow clothesAngol | Francia Orosz
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A great Hope fellAngol | Német Orosz
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A Lady red - amid the hillAngol | |
A Letter is a joy of EarthAngol | Francia Német Orosz
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A light exists in SpringAngol | Német Orosz
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A little snow was here and thereAngol | |
A long, long sleep, a famous sleepAngol | Német Orosz
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A narrow Fellow in the GrassAngol | Orosz
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A Pang is more conspicuous in SpringAngol | |
A precious—mouldering pleasureAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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A sepal, petal, and a thornAngol | |
A shady friend for torrid daysAngol | |
A spider sewed at nightAngol | |
A Wind That RoseAngol 1871 | |
A Word Is DeadAngol Complete Poems (1924) | |
A Wounded Deer Leaps HighestAngol | |
Abraham to kill him --Angol | Német Orosz
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Adrift (CXXIX)Angol Complete Poems, 1924 | |
After a hundred yearsAngol | |
After great pain, a formal feeling comesAngol | |
Air has no Residence, no NeighborAngol | |
All forgot for recollectingAngol | Német Orosz
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All that I doAngol | |
Ample make this BedAngol | Német Orosz
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An awful Tempest mashed the airAngol | Német Orosz
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An Hour is a SeaAngol | |
And this of all my hopesAngol | Német Orosz
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Angels, in the early morningAngol | |
Answer JulyAngol | Német
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As imperceptibly as griefAngol | |
As Summer into Autumn slipsAngol | |
At last -- to be identified!Angol | |
At least to pray is left, is left.Angol | Német Orosz
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At leisure is the Soul (618)Angol | |
BabyAngol 1861 | |
Because I could not stop for Death (479)Angol | |
Because my Brook is fluentAngol | |
Bee! I'm expecting you!Angol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Before the ice is in the poolsAngol | Német Orosz Ukrán
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Behind me—dips Eternity—Angol | |
Besides this MayAngol | Német Orosz
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Best Witchcraft is GeometryAngol | |
Bind me - I still can sing -Angol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Bring me the Sunset in a CupAngol | |
By a departing lightAngol | Német Orosz
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By Chivalries as tinyAngol | Orosz #1 #2
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By my Window have I for SceneryAngol | Francia
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Come slowly, Eden!Angol | Német
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Count not that far that can be hadAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Crumbling is not an instant's Act (1010)Angol | Orosz
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Dear March - Come inAngol | |
Delight's Despair at settingAngol | Orosz
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Distance -- is not the Realm of FoxAngol | |
DyingAngol | |
Elysium is as far as toAngol | Német Olasz Orosz
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Empty my heart, of theeAngol | Német Orosz Perzsa
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Estranged from Beauty - none can be -Angol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Exhilaration is the BreezeAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Expectation -- is Contentment --Angol | Német Orosz
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F1425A - They might not need me, yet they mightAngol | Arab Német Perzsa
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Fame is a fickle foodAngol | |
Forbidden fruit a flavor hasAngol | |
Frequently, the woods are pinkAngol | |
From his slim Palace in the DustAngol | Olasz Orosz
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Given in marriage unto TheeAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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God is indeed a jealous God (1752)Angol | |
Going to Heaven!Angol | Német
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Good Morning -- Midnight --Angol | Német Orosz
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Have you got a brook in your little heartAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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He scanned it - staggeredAngol | Német
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He touched me, so I live to knowAngol | |
Heart, we will forget himAngol | |
Her breast is fit for pearlsAngol | Finn Orosz
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Here, where the Daisies fit my HeadAngol | Német Orosz
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Hope Is the Thing With FeathersAngol | |
How happy is the little stoneAngol | Német Orosz Román
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How the Waters closed above HimAngol | Német
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I Bet With Every Wind That BlewAngol | Francia Lengyel Orosz
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I Came to buy a smile—todayAngol | |
I can wade GriefAngol | Német
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I cannot dance upon my ToesAngol | Orosz
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I Cannot Live With You (640)Angol | Francia Görög Román
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I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —Angol | Német Orosz
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I could not drink it, SweetAngol | |
I Died for BeautyAngol | |
I Dwell in PossibilityAngol | |
I Felt A Cleaving In My MindAngol | |
I felt a funeral in my brainAngol | |
I felt my life with both my handsAngol | Orosz
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I found the words to every thoughtAngol | Francia Orosz
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I gave myself to himAngol | |
I Had a Daily BlissAngol | Orosz #1 #2 Román
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I had a guinea goldenAngol | Német Orosz
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I Had No Time to Hate, BecauseAngol | |
I had some things that I called mineAngol | |
I have no life but thisAngol | |
I Held a Jewel in My FingersAngol | |
I hide myself within my flower (903)Angol | Francia Orosz
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I hide myself within my flower (variant of 903)Angol | |
I like a look of agonyAngol | Orosz
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I measure every Grief I meetAngol | |
I never saw a moorAngol | |
I reckon - when I count at all -Angol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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I shall keep singing!Angol | Német
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I shall know why, when time is overAngol | Német Orosz
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I should not dare to leave my friendAngol | Német Orosz
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I sing to use the waitingAngol | Német Orosz
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I started Early – Took my DogAngol | Orosz
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I think to live—May be a BlissAngol | |
I went to HeavenAngol | Orosz Román
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I've heard an organ talk sometimesAngol | Német Orosz
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I've seen a Dying EyeAngol | Német
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If all the griefs I am to haveAngol | |
If I can stop one heart from breakingAngol | |
If I Should Cease to Bring a RoseAngol | |
If she had been the mistletoeAngol | |
If this is '' fading''.Angol | |
If You Were Coming In The FallAngol | Orosz
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If your Nerve, deny you (292)Angol | |
In falling timbers buriedAngol | Német
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In lands I never saw -- they sayAngol | Német Olasz Orosz
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In this short Life (1287)Angol | |
Indian SummerAngol | |
It makes no difference abroadAngol | Német
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It sifts from leaden sievesAngol | Német
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It's All I Have To Bring TodayAngol | |
It's such a little thing to weepAngol | |
I’m Nobody! Who Are You?Angol | |
Least Bee that brew -- a Honey's WeightAngol | Német Orosz
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Lest this be heaven Indeed.Angol | |
Let down the bars, O Death!Angol | |
Let my first Knowing be of theeAngol | |
Let us play yesterdayAngol | |
Lightly stepped a yellow starAngol | |
Like Brooms of SteelAngol | |
Like Rain it sounded till it swelledAngol | Német
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Love can do all but raise the DeadAngol | Orosz #1 #2 #3
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Make me a Picture of the SunAngol | Orosz
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March is the Month of Expectation.Angol | Francia Orosz #1 #2
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MineAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Mine enemy is growing oldAngol | Francia Orosz #1 #2
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Morns like these - we parted -Angol | |
Much Madness is Divinest SenseAngol | |
My first well Day -- since many ill --Angol | Német
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My Friend Must Be a BirdAngol | |
My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close (1732)Angol | |
My Life had stood – a Loaded GunAngol | Orosz
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My Wheel is in the DarkAngol | Orosz
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Nature rarer uses yellowAngol | Francia Orosz
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Nature, the gentlest motherAngol | Német Orosz
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New feet within my garden goAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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No matter - now - Sweet -Angol | |
Nobody knows this little roseAngol | |
Not with a club a heart is brokenAngol | Francia Perzsa
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Now I lay thee down to sleepAngol | Német
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On this wondrous seaAngol | |
One Dignity Delays for AllAngol | |
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —Angol | Német Spanyol
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Opinion is a flitting thing (1455)Angol | |
Our lives are SwissAngol | Német Orosz
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Over the fenceAngol | Orosz
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Pain - Has an element of blankAngol | |
Pain — expands the Time —Angol | |
Papa above! (61)Angol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Partake as doth the BeeAngol | Német Orosz
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Pass to thy Rendezvous of LightAngol | Német Orosz
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Perception of an object costsAngol | |
Poor little heart!Angol | Német Török
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Prayer is the little implementAngol | Német Orosz
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Presentiment -- is that long shadow -- on the LawnAngol | Német
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Proud of My Broken HeartAngol | Francia Török
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Pursuing you in your transitionsAngol | Német
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Remembrance has a Rear and FrontAngol | |
Safe in their Alabaster ChambersAngol | Német
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Shall I take thee, the Poet saidAngol | Francia Orosz #1 #2
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She bore it till the simple veinsAngol | Német
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades (F458 / J479)Angol | |
She died, - this was the way she diedAngol | Német
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She sights a Bird—she chucklesAngol | Német Orosz
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She slept beneath a treeAngol | |
Silence is all we dreadAngol | Német Orosz
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Sleep is supposed to beAngol | Német
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So bashful when I spied herAngol | Német
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So set its Sun in TheeAngol | Német
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So the Eyes accost – and sunderAngol | Német
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Softened by Time’s consummate plushAngol | Német
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Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair! (64)Angol | Orosz
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Some say goodnight — at night —Angol | Német
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Some Things That Fly There BeAngol | |
Soul, wilt thou toss again?Angol | Francia Orosz
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Spring comes on the WorldAngol | |
SuccessAngol | |
Summer for theeAngol 1858 | Francia Német #1 #2
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Surgeons Must Be Very CarefulAngol | |
Teach Him – When He makes the names –Angol | |
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant (1129)Angol | |
That I did always loveAngol | Német Orosz
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The Auctioneer of PartingAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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The BeeAngol | |
The Bee is not afraid of meAngol | |
The bumble of a beeAngol | Német Orosz
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The Bustle in a HouseAngol | |
The Crickets sangAngol | |
The Daisy follows soft the SunAngol | Orosz
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The Days that we can spare (1184)Angol | |
The Grass so Little has to DoAngol | Orosz
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The grave my little cottage isAngol | |
The hallowing of PainAngol | Német
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The heart asks for pleasure—first—Angol | |
The Inundation of the SpringAngol | |
The Mind lives on the HeartAngol | |
The missing all— prevented meAngol | |
The Mountain sat upon the PlainAngol | |
The Mystery of PainAngol | |
The Pedigree of HoneyAngol | |
The Road was lit with Moon and star—Angol | Orosz
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The Rose did caper on her cheekAngol | Német
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The Savior must have beenAngol | |
The sky is low, the clouds are meanAngol | Német Orosz Perzsa
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The Soul has Bandaged momentsAngol | |
The soul selects her own societyAngol | Német Orosz Török
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The Soul Unto ItselfAngol | |
The StormAngol | |
The Sun kept settingAngol | |
The Sun went down - no Man looked on -Angol | |
The things that never can come back, are several—Angol | |
The wind tapped like a tired manAngol | Német
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The Wind took up the Northern ThingsAngol | Német
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The Work Of Her That WentAngol | |
The world feels dustyAngol | Német
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There is a morn by men unseenAngol | Német
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There is another skyAngol | |
There is no Silence in the EarthAngol | Német Orosz
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There's a certain Slant of lightAngol The poems of Emily Dickinson | Német
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These Fevered Days - to take them to the ForestAngol | |
They called me to the Window, forAngol | Francia Orosz
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They say that ”Time assuages”—Angol | |
This is My Letter to the WorldAngol | |
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and LadiesAngol | Német Orosz
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This World is not ConclusionAngol | |
Those - dying thenAngol | |
Those final Creatures, -- who they are --Angol | Német
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Tie the Strings to my Life, My LordAngol | Német
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To die - takes just a little whileAngol | |
To lose theeAngol | Francia Orosz Perzsa
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one beeAngol | Német
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To mend each tattered FaithAngol | |
To venerate the simple daysAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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To wait an Hour - is longAngol | |
Too few the mornings beAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Too happy Time dissolves itselfAngol | |
Two butterflies went out at noonAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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Unto a broken heartAngol | |
Upon the gallows hung a wretchAngol 1886 | |
Victory comes lateAngol | |
We dream - it is good we are dreamingAngol | |
We grow accustomed to the DarkAngol | Német
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We like MarchAngol | |
We lose because we winAngol | |
We Never Know How High We AreAngol | |
We outgrow love like other thingsAngol | |
We pray -- to Heaven --Angol | Német
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We talked as Girls doAngol | Német
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What if I say I shall not waitAngol | Orosz
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What Inn is thisAngol | |
What is -- "Paradise"Angol | Német
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When a Lover is a BeggarAngol | |
When they come back - if Blossoms do -Angol | Német
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White as an Indian pipeAngol | |
Who robbed the woodsAngol | Német
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Why do I love You, Sir? (480)Angol | Orosz #1 #2
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Why-do they shut me out of heaven?Angol | |
Wild Nights (249)Angol | |
With a FlowerAngol | |
XXVAngol | |
You ask of my companionsAngol | Német
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You cannot put a Fire outAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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You've seen balloons set, haven't you?Angol | Német
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’T is an honorable thoughtAngol | Német Orosz #1 #2
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“Faith” is a fine invention (202)Angol | |