| "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!Английский | |
| 1006 The first We knew of Him was Death —Английский | |
| 101 Will there really be a "Morning"?Английский | |
| 1017 To die — without the DyingАнглийский | |
| 102 Great Caesar! CondescendАнглийский | |
| 1028 'Twas my one GloryАнглийский | |
| 1030 That Such have died enable UsАнглийский | |
| 1031 Fate slew Him, but He did not dropАнглийский | |
| 1032 His Bill an Auger isАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 107 'Twas such a little – little boatАнглийский | |
| 109 By a flower — By a letterАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1092 It was not Saint—it was too large—Английский | |
| 110 Artists wrestled here!Английский | Немецкий
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| 1101 Between the form of Life and LifeАнглийский | |
| 1102 His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsookАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1108 A Diamond on the HandАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1111 Some Wretched creature, savior takeАнглийский | |
| 1112 That this should feel the need of DeathАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1113 There is a strength in proving that it can be borneАнглийский | |
| 1114 The largest Fire ever knownАнглийский | |
| 1115 The murmuring of Bees, has ceasedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1116 There is another LonelinessАнглийский | |
| 1117 A Mine there is no Man would ownАнглийский | |
| 112 Where bells no more affright the mornАнглийский | |
| 1121 Time does go onАнглийский | |
| 1127 Soft as the massacre of SunsАнглийский | |
| 1128 These are the Nights that Beetles loveАнглийский | Русский
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| 113 Our share of night to bearАнглийский | |
| 1137. The duties of the Wind are fewАнглийский | |
| 1140 The Day grew small, surrounded tightАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1145 In thy long Paradise of LightАнглийский | |
| 1146 When Etna basks and purrsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1149 I noticed People disappearedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1151 Soul, take thy riskАнглийский | |
| 1154 A full fed Rose on meals of TintАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1157 Some Days retired from the restАнглийский | |
| 1163 God made no act without a causeАнглийский | |
| 118 My friend attacks my friend!Английский | |
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| 1210 The Sea said "Come" to the BrookАнглийский | |
| 122 A something in a summer's DayАнглийский | |
| 1222 The Riddle we can guessАнглийский | |
| 1275 The Spider as an ArtistАнглийский | |
| 1292 Yesterday is HistoryАнглийский | |
| 1301 I cannot want it moreАнглийский | |
| 1302 I think that the Root of the Wind is WaterАнглийский | |
| 1306 Surprise is like a thrilling — pungentАнглийский | |
| 1309 The Infinite a sudden GuestАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 131 Besides the Autumn poets singАнглийский | |
| 1310 The Notice that is called the SpringАнглийский | |
| 1315 Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?Английский | |
| 1316 Winter is good — his Hoar DelightsАнглийский | Английский
Русский #1 #2
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| 1319 How News must feel when travellingАнглийский | Русский
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| 1324 I send you a decrepit flowerАнглийский | |
| 1327 The Symptom of the GaleАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1329 Whether they have forgottenАнглийский | Русский
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| 133 As Children bid the Guest "Good NightАнглийский | |
| 1330 Without a smile — Without a ThroeАнглийский | Русский
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| 1336 Nature assigns the SunАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1340 Unto the Whole — how add?Английский | Русский
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| 1348 Lift it — with the FeathersАнглийский | |
| 1349 I'd rather recollect a settingАнглийский | Русский
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| 135Английский | |
| 1350 Luck is not chanceАнглийский | Русский
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| 1354 The Heart is the Capital of the MindАнглийский | Русский
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| 1356 The Rat is the concisest TenantАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1357 "Faithful to the end" Amended... (two versions)Английский | Русский
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| 1358 The Treason of an accent (two versions)Английский | Русский
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| 1359 The long sigh of the FrogАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 1363 Summer laid her simple HatАнглийский | |
| 1364 How know it from a Summer's Day?Английский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1365 Take all awayАнглийский | Русский
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| 1367 "Tomorrow" — whose location...Английский | |
| 1367 "Tomorrow" — whose location...Английский | |
| 1368 Love's stricken "why"...Английский | Испанский #1 #2
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| 1372 The Sun is one — and on the TareАнглийский | Русский
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| 1373 The worthlessness of Earthly thingsАнглийский | |
| 1379 His Mansion in the PoolАнглийский | |
| 1380 How much the present moment meansАнглийский | |
| 1381 I suppose the time will comeАнглийский | Русский
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| 1382 In many and reportless placesАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1383 Long Years apart — can make noАнглийский | Греческий
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| 1385 "Secrets" is a daily wordАнглийский | Персидский
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| 1387 The Butterfly's Numidian GownАнглийский | Русский
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| 1389 Touch lightly Nature's sweet GuitarАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1391 They might not need me but; they mightАнглийский | |
| 1392 Hope is a strange inventionАнглийский | Русский
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| 1397 It sounded as if the Streets were runningАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1399 Perhaps they do not go so farАнглийский | Русский
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| 14 One Sister have I in our houseАнглийский | Португальский
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| 1403 My Maker — let me beАнглийский | |
| 1405 Bees are Black, with Gilt SurcinglesАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1406 No Passenger was known to fleeАнглийский | Русский
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| 1420 One Joy of so much anguishАнглийский | |
| 1422 Summer has two BeginningsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 1423 The fairest Home I ever knewАнглийский | |
| 1430 Who never wanted — maddest JoyАнглийский | Русский
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| 1437 A Dew sufficed itselfАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1445 Death is the supple SuitorАнглийский | Русский
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| 1446 His Mind like Fabrics of the EastАнглийский | Русский
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| 1447 How good his Lava BedАнглийский | Русский
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| 1448 How soft a Caterpillar stepsАнглийский | Русский
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| 1449 I thought the Train would never comeАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 145Английский | |
| 1450 Whoever disenchantsАнглийский | Русский
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| 1452 Your thoughts don't have words every dayАнглийский | Русский
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| 1456 So gay a FlowerАнглийский | Итальянский
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| 1461 "Heavenly Father" — take to theeАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 1462 We knew not that we were to liveАнглийский | |
| 1465 Before you thought of SpringАнглийский | Русский
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| 1467 A little overflowing wordАнглийский | Русский
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| 1469 If wrecked upon the Shoal of ThoughtАнглийский | Русский
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| 1470 The Sweets of Pillage, can be knownАнглийский | |
| 1475 Fame is the one that does not stayАнглийский | Русский
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| 1477 How destitute is heАнглийский | Русский
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| 1478 Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -Английский | |
| 1481 The way Hope builds his HouseАнглийский | Русский
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| 1483 The Robin is a GabrielАнглийский | Русский
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| 1544 (2) Who has not found the Heaven — below —Английский | |
| 1544 Who has not found the Heaven — below —Английский | |
| 1587 He ate and drank the precious WordsАнглийский | |
| 16 I would distil a cupАнглийский | Русский
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| 1619 Not knowing when the Dawn will comeАнглийский | |
| 170 Portraits are to daily facesАнглийский | |
| 1700 To tell the Beauty would decreaseАнглийский | Русский
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| 1701 To their apartment deepАнглийский | Русский
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| 1708 Witchcraft has not a PedigreeАнглийский | Русский
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| 1709 With sweetness unabatedАнглийский | |
| 1717 Did life's penurious lengthАнглийский | Русский
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| 172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!Английский | Русский
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| 172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! (Alternative version)Английский | Немецкий
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| 1720 Had I known that the first was the lastАнглийский | Русский
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| 1722 Her face was in a bed of hairАнглийский | Русский
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| 1723 High from the earth I heard a birdАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1725 I took one Draught of LifeАнглийский | Русский
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| 1727 If ever the lid gets off my headАнглийский | |
| 1730 "Lethe" in my flowerАнглийский | Русский
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| 1734 Oh, honey of an hourАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 1735 One crown that no one seeksАнглийский | Русский
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| 1741 That it will never come againАнглийский | Русский
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| 1747Английский | |
| 1763 Fame is a beeАнглийский | |
| 182 If I should n't be aliveАнглийский | |
| 194 On this long storm the rainbow roseАнглийский | Персидский
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| 199 I'm "wife" – I've finished thatАнглийский | Английский
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| 202Английский | |
| 204 A slash of BlueАнглийский | Иврит
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| 214 I taste a liquor never brewedАнглийский | |
| 230 We — Bee and I — live by the quaffingАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 239 "Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!Английский | |
| 243 I've known a Heaven, like a TentАнглийский | Русский
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| 301 I reason, Earth is shortАнглийский | |
| 318 I'll tell you how the Sun roseАнглийский | |
| 319 The nearest Dream recedes — unrealizedАнглийский | Русский
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| 32 When Roses cease to bloom, SirАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us soАнглийский | Испанский
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| 347 When Night is almost doneАнглийский | |
| 376 Of Course—I prayedАнглийский | |
| 377 To lose one's faith — surpassАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 379 Rehearsal to OurselvesАнглийский | Русский
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| 380 There is a flower that Bees preferАнглийский | Итальянский
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| 381 A Secret toldАнглийский | |
| 409 They dropped like FlakesАнглийский | |
| 42. There is a wordАнглийский | Русский
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| 440 'Tis customary as we partАнглийский | Русский
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| 444 It feels a shame to be AliveАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 475 Doom is the House without the DoorАнглийский | |
| 48 Once more, my now bewildered DoveАнглийский | Русский
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| 5 I have a Bird in springАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 500 Within my Garden, rides a BirdАнглийский | |
| 514 Her smile was shaped like other smilesАнглийский | Греческий
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| 515 No Crowd that has occurredАнглийский | Русский
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| 516 Beauty — be not caused — It IsАнглийский | |
| 52 Whether my bark went down at seaАнглийский | Русский
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| 524 Departed to the judgmentАнглийский | |
| 54 - If I Should DieАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 540 I took my Power in my HandАнглийский | |
| 543 I fear a Man of frugal SpeechАнглийский | Румынский
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| 544 The Martyr Poets – did not tellАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 563 I could not prove the Years had feetАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 585 I like to see it lap the MilesАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern's MouthАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 601 A still — Volcano — LifeАнглийский | |
| 602 Of Brussels — it was notАнглийский | Русский
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| 603 He found my Being — set it upАнглийский | Русский
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| 605 The Spider holds a Silver BallАнглийский | |
| 606 The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swungАнглийский | Русский
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| 625 'Twas a long Parting — but the timeАнглийский | Русский
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| 63 If pain for peace preparesАнглийский | |
| 632 The Brain — is wider than the SkyАнглийский | |
| 644 You left me — Sire — two LegaciesАнглийский | |
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| 69. Remorse Is Memory AwakeАнглийский | |
| 713 Fame of Myself, to justifyАнглийский | Русский
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| 720 No Prisoner beАнглийский | Иврит
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| 729 Alter! When the Hills doАнглийский | |
| 73 Who never lost, are unpreparedАнглийский | Русский
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| 739 I many times thought Peace had comeАнглийский | Русский
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| 76 Exultation is the goingАнглийский | |
| 761 From Blank to BlankАнглийский | Русский
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| 77 I never hear the word "Escape"Английский | |
| 783 The Birds begun at Four o'clockАнглийский | Русский
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| 809 Unable are the Loved to dieАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 810 Her Grace is all she hasАнглийский | |
| 820 All Circumstances are the FrameАнглийский | Русский
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| 826 Love reckons by itself — aloneАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 827 The Only News I knowАнглийский | Русский
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| 828 The Robin is the OneАнглийский | Немецкий
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| 832 Soto! Explore thyself!Английский | Русский
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| 834 Before He comes we weigh the Time!Английский | |
| 838 Impossibility, like WineАнглийский | Русский
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| 839 Always Mine!Английский | Русский #1 #2
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| 840 I cannot buy it — 'tis not soldАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 841 A Moth the hue of thisАнглийский | Русский
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| 842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!Английский | Русский
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| 844 Spring is the PeriodАнглийский | Русский
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| 849 The good Will of a FlowerАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 851 When the Astronomer stops seekingАнглийский | Русский
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| 855 To own the Art within the SoulАнглийский | |
| 861 Split the Lark — and you'll find the MusicАнглийский | |
| 863 That Distance was between UsАнглийский | Русский
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| 865 He outstripped Time with but a BoutАнглийский | Русский
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| 866 Fame is the tint that Scholars leaveАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 867 Escaping backward to perceiveАнглийский | Русский
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| 868 They ask but our DelightАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 873 Ribbons of the YearАнглийский | Русский
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| 875 I stepped from Plank to PlankАнглийский | |
| 877 Each Scar I'll keep for HimАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 878 The Sun is gay or starkАнглийский | Русский
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| 882 A Shade upon the mind there passesАнглийский | Русский
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| 883 The Poets light but LampsАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 884 An Everywhere of SilverАнглийский | |
| 885 Our little Kinsmen — after RainАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 886 These tested Our HorizonАнглийский | Русский
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| 891 To my quick ear the Leaves — conferredАнглийский | Русский
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| 892 Who occupies this House?Английский | Русский
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| 898 How happy I was if I could forgetАнглийский | |
| 90 Within my reachАнглийский | |
| 905 Between My Country — and the OthersАнглийский | Русский
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| 909 I make His Crescent fill or lackАнглийский | Русский
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| 910 Experience is the Angled RoadАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 912 Peace is a fiction of our FaithАнглийский | |
| 914 I cannot be ashamedАнглийский | Русский
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| 917 Love - is anterior to LifeАнглийский | |
| 920 We can but follow to the SunАнглийский | Русский
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| 921 If it had no pencilАнглийский | Русский
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| 931 Noon — is the Hinge of DayАнглийский | Русский
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| 932 My best Acquaintances are thoseАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 938 Fairer through Fading — as the DayАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?Английский | Греческий
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| 949 Under the Light, yet underАнглийский | Русский
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| 950 The Sunset stopped on CottagesАнглийский | Русский
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| 951 As Frost is best conceivedАнглийский | |
| 952 A Man may make a RemarkАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 954 The Chemical convictionАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| 955 The Hollows round His eager EyesАнглийский | Русский
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| 958 We met as Sparks — Diverging FlintsАнглийский | Русский
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| 960 As plan for Noon and plan for NightАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| 974 The Soul's distinct connectionАнглийский | Русский
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| A Bee his burnished carriageАнглийский | Русский
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| A Bird Came Down the WalkАнглийский | |
| A Book (1286)Английский | |
| A Burdock clawed my gownАнглийский | Русский
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| A Cap of Lead across the SkyАнглийский | Русский
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| A charm invests a faceАнглийский | |
| A chilly peace infests the grassАнглийский | |
| A Clock stoppedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A coffin is a small domainАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| A counterfeit - a plated personАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| A curious cloud surprised the skyАнглийский | |
| A darting fear - a pomp - a tearАнглийский | |
| A Death blow is a life blow to someАнглийский | |
| A dimple in the TombАнглийский | |
| A Door Just OpenedАнглийский | |
| A drop fell on the apple-treeАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A faded boy - in sallow clothesАнглийский | Русский
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| A great Hope fellАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A Lady red - amid the hillАнглийский | |
| A Letter is a joy of EarthАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A light exists in SpringАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A little snow was here and thereАнглийский | |
| A long, long sleep, a famous sleepАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A narrow Fellow in the GrassАнглийский | Немецкий
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| A Pang is more conspicuous in SpringАнглийский | |
| A precious—mouldering pleasureАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| A sepal, petal, and a thornАнглийский | |
| A shady friend for torrid daysАнглийский | |
| A spider sewed at nightАнглийский | |
| A Wind That RoseАнглийский 1871 | |
| A Word Is DeadАнглийский Complete Poems (1924) | |
| A Wounded Deer Leaps HighestАнглийский | |
| Abraham to kill him --Английский | Немецкий
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| Adrift (CXXIX)Английский Complete Poems, 1924 | |
| After a hundred yearsАнглийский | |
| After great pain, a formal feeling comesАнглийский | |
| Air has no Residence, no NeighborАнглийский | |
| All forgot for recollectingАнглийский | Немецкий
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| All that I doАнглийский | |
| Ample make this BedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| An awful Tempest mashed the airАнглийский | Немецкий
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| An Hour is a SeaАнглийский | |
| And this of all my hopesАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Angels, in the early morningАнглийский | |
| Answer JulyАнглийский | Немецкий
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| As imperceptibly as griefАнглийский | |
| As Summer into Autumn slipsАнглийский | |
| At last -- to be identified!Английский | |
| At least to pray is left, is left.Английский | Немецкий
Русский
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| At leisure is the Soul (618)Английский | |
| BabyАнглийский 1861 | |
| Because I could not stop for Death (479)Английский | |
| Because my Brook is fluentАнглийский | |
| Bee! I'm expecting you!Английский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Before the ice is in the poolsАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
Украинский
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| Behind me—dips Eternity—Английский | |
| Besides this MayАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Best Witchcraft is GeometryАнглийский | |
| Bind me - I still can sing -Английский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Bring me the Sunset in a CupАнглийский | |
| By a departing lightАнглийский | |
| By Chivalries as tinyАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
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| By my Window have I for SceneryАнглийский | Французский
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| Come slowly, Eden!Английский | Немецкий
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| Count not that far that can be hadАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Crumbling is not an instant's Act (1010)Английский | Русский
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| Dear March - Come inАнглийский | |
| Delight's Despair at settingАнглийский | Русский
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| Distance -- is not the Realm of FoxАнглийский | |
| DyingАнглийский | |
| Elysium is as far as toАнглийский | Итальянский
Немецкий
Русский
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| Empty my heart, of theeАнглийский | Немецкий
Персидский
Русский
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| Estranged from Beauty - none can be -Английский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Exhilaration is the BreezeАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Expectation -- is Contentment --Английский | Немецкий
Русский
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| F1425A - They might not need me, yet they mightАнглийский | Арабский
Немецкий
Персидский
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| Fame is a fickle foodАнглийский | |
| Forbidden fruit a flavor hasАнглийский | |
| Frequently, the woods are pinkАнглийский | |
| From his slim Palace in the DustАнглийский | Итальянский
Русский
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| Given in marriage unto TheeАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| God is indeed a jealous God (1752)Английский | |
| Going to Heaven!Английский | Немецкий
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| Good Morning -- Midnight --Английский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Have you got a brook in your little heartАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| He scanned it - staggeredАнглийский | Немецкий
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| He touched me, so I live to knowАнглийский | |
| Heart, we will forget himАнглийский | |
| Her breast is fit for pearlsАнглийский | Русский
Финский
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| Here, where the Daisies fit my HeadАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Hope Is the Thing With FeathersАнглийский | |
| How happy is the little stoneАнглийский | Немецкий
Румынский
Русский
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| How the Waters closed above HimАнглийский | Немецкий
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| I Bet With Every Wind That BlewАнглийский | Польский
Русский
Французский
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| I Came to buy a smile—todayАнглийский | |
| I can wade GriefАнглийский | Немецкий
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| I cannot dance upon my ToesАнглийский | Русский
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| I Cannot Live With You (640)Английский | Греческий
Румынский
Французский
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| I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —Английский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I could not drink it, SweetАнглийский | |
| I Died for BeautyАнглийский | |
| I Dwell in PossibilityАнглийский | |
| I Felt A Cleaving In My MindАнглийский | |
| I felt a funeral in my brainАнглийский | |
| I felt my life with both my handsАнглийский | Русский
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| I found the words to every thoughtАнглийский | Русский
Французский
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| I gave myself to himАнглийский | |
| I Had a Daily BlissАнглийский | Румынский
Русский #1 #2
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| I had a guinea goldenАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I Had No Time to Hate, BecauseАнглийский | |
| I had some things that I called mineАнглийский | |
| I have no life but thisАнглийский | |
| I Held a Jewel in My FingersАнглийский | |
| I hide myself within my flower (903)Английский | Немецкий
Русский
Французский
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| I hide myself within my flower (variant of 903)Английский | |
| I like a look of agonyАнглийский | Русский
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| I measure every Grief I meetАнглийский | |
| I never saw a moorАнглийский | |
| I reckon - when I count at all -Английский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| I shall keep singing!Английский | Немецкий
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| I shall know why, when time is overАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I should not dare to leave my friendАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I sing to use the waitingАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I started Early – Took my DogАнглийский | Русский
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| I think to live—May be a BlissАнглийский | Немецкий
Французский
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| I went to HeavenАнглийский | Румынский
Русский
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| I've heard an organ talk sometimesАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| I've seen a Dying EyeАнглийский | Немецкий
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| If all the griefs I am to haveАнглийский | |
| If I can stop one heart from breakingАнглийский | |
| If I Should Cease to Bring a RoseАнглийский | |
| If she had been the mistletoeАнглийский | |
| If this is '' fading''.Английский | |
| If You Were Coming In The FallАнглийский | Русский
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| If your Nerve, deny you (292)Английский | |
| In falling timbers buriedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| In lands I never saw -- they sayАнглийский | Итальянский
Немецкий
Русский
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| In this short Life (1287)Английский | |
| Indian SummerАнглийский | |
| It makes no difference abroadАнглийский | Немецкий
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| It sifts from leaden sievesАнглийский | Немецкий
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| It's All I Have To Bring TodayАнглийский | |
| It's such a little thing to weepАнглийский | |
| I’m Nobody! Who Are You?Английский | |
| Least Bee that brew -- a Honey's WeightАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Lest this be heaven Indeed.Английский | |
| Let down the bars, O Death!Английский | |
| Let my first Knowing be of theeАнглийский | |
| Let us play yesterdayАнглийский | |
| Lightly stepped a yellow starАнглийский | |
| Like Brooms of SteelАнглийский | |
| Like Rain it sounded till it swelledАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Love can do all but raise the DeadАнглийский | Русский #1 #2 #3
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| Make me a Picture of the SunАнглийский | Русский
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| March is the Month of Expectation.Английский | Русский #1 #2
Французский
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| MineАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Mine enemy is growing oldАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
Французский
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| Morns like these - we parted -Английский | |
| Much Madness is Divinest SenseАнглийский | |
| My first well Day -- since many ill --Английский | Немецкий
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| My Friend Must Be a BirdАнглийский | |
| My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close (1732)Английский | |
| My Life had stood – a Loaded GunАнглийский | Русский
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| My Wheel is in the DarkАнглийский | Русский
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| Nature rarer uses yellowАнглийский | Русский
Французский
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| Nature, the gentlest motherАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| New feet within my garden goАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| No matter - now - Sweet -Английский | |
| Nobody knows this little roseАнглийский | |
| Not with a club a heart is brokenАнглийский | Персидский
Французский
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| Now I lay thee down to sleepАнглийский | Немецкий
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| On this wondrous seaАнглийский | |
| One Dignity Delays for AllАнглийский | |
| One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —Английский | Испанский
Немецкий
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| Opinion is a flitting thing (1455)Английский | |
| Our lives are SwissАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Over the fenceАнглийский | Русский
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| Pain - Has an element of blankАнглийский | |
| Pain — expands the Time —Английский | |
| Papa above! (61)Английский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Partake as doth the BeeАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Pass to thy Rendezvous of LightАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Perception of an object costsАнглийский | |
| Poor little heart!Английский | Немецкий
Турецкий
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| Prayer is the little implementАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Presentiment -- is that long shadow -- on the LawnАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Proud of My Broken HeartАнглийский | Русский
Турецкий
Французский
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| Pursuing you in your transitionsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Remembrance has a Rear and FrontАнглийский | |
| Safe in their Alabaster ChambersАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Shall I take thee, the Poet saidАнглийский | Русский #1 #2
Французский
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| She bore it till the simple veinsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| She dealt her pretty words like Blades (F458 / J479)Английский | |
| She died, - this was the way she diedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| She sights a Bird—she chucklesАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| She slept beneath a treeАнглийский | |
| Silence is all we dreadАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Sleep is supposed to beАнглийский | Немецкий
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| So bashful when I spied herАнглийский | Немецкий
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| So has a Daisy vanishedАнглийский | Немецкий
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| So set its Sun in TheeАнглийский | Немецкий
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| So the Eyes accost – and sunderАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Softened by Time’s consummate plushАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair! (64)Английский | Русский
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| Some say goodnight — at night —Английский | Немецкий
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| Some Things That Fly There BeАнглийский | |
| Soul, wilt thou toss again?Английский | Русский
Французский
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| Spring comes on the WorldАнглийский | |
| SuccessАнглийский | |
| Summer for theeАнглийский 1858 | Немецкий #1 #2
Французский
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| Surgeons Must Be Very CarefulАнглийский | |
| Teach Him – When He makes the names –Английский | |
| Tell all the Truth but tell it slant (1129)Английский | |
| That I did always loveАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| The Auctioneer of PartingАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| The BeeАнглийский | |
| The Bee is not afraid of meАнглийский | |
| The bumble of a beeАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| The Bustle in a HouseАнглийский | |
| The Crickets sangАнглийский | |
| The Daisy follows soft the SunАнглийский | Русский
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| The Days that we can spare (1184)Английский | |
| The Grass so Little has to DoАнглийский | Русский
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| The grave my little cottage isАнглийский | |
| The hallowing of PainАнглийский | Немецкий
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| The heart asks for pleasure—first—Английский | |
| The Inundation of the SpringАнглийский | |
| The Mind lives on the HeartАнглийский | |
| The missing all— prevented meАнглийский | |
| The Mountain sat upon the PlainАнглийский | |
| The Mystery of PainАнглийский | |
| The Pedigree of HoneyАнглийский | |
| The Road was lit with Moon and star—Английский | Русский
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| The Rose did caper on her cheekАнглийский | Немецкий
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| The Savior must have beenАнглийский | |
| The sky is low, the clouds are meanАнглийский | Немецкий
Персидский
Русский
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| The Soul has Bandaged momentsАнглийский | |
| The soul selects her own societyАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
Турецкий
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| The Soul Unto ItselfАнглийский | |
| The StormАнглийский | |
| The Sun kept settingАнглийский | |
| The Sun went down - no Man looked on -Английский | |
| The things that never can come back, are several—Английский | |
| The wind tapped like a tired manАнглийский | Немецкий
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| The Wind took up the Northern ThingsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| The Work Of Her That WentАнглийский | |
| The world feels dustyАнглийский | Немецкий
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| There is a morn by men unseenАнглийский | Немецкий
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| There is another skyАнглийский | |
| There is no Silence in the EarthАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| There's a certain Slant of lightАнглийский The poems of Emily Dickinson | Немецкий
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| These Fevered Days - to take them to the ForestАнглийский | |
| They called me to the Window, forАнглийский | Русский
Французский
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| They say that ”Time assuages”—Английский | |
| This is My Letter to the WorldАнглийский | |
| This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and LadiesАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский
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| This World is not ConclusionАнглийский | |
| Those - dying thenАнглийский | |
| Those final Creatures, -- who they are --Английский | Немецкий
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| Tie the Strings to my Life, My LordАнглийский | Немецкий
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| To die - takes just a little whileАнглийский | |
| To lose theeАнглийский | Персидский
Русский
Французский
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| To make a prairie it takes a clover and one beeАнглийский | Немецкий
Французский
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| To mend each tattered FaithАнглийский | |
| To venerate the simple daysАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| To wait an Hour - is longАнглийский | |
| Too few the mornings beАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Too happy Time dissolves itselfАнглийский | |
| Two butterflies went out at noonАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| Unto a broken heartАнглийский | |
| Upon the gallows hung a wretchАнглийский 1886 | |
| Victory comes lateАнглийский | |
| We dream - it is good we are dreamingАнглийский | |
| We grow accustomed to the DarkАнглийский | Немецкий
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| We like MarchАнглийский | |
| We lose because we winАнглийский | |
| We Never Know How High We AreАнглийский | |
| We outgrow love like other thingsАнглийский | |
| We pray -- to Heaven --Английский | Немецкий
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| We talked as Girls doАнглийский | Немецкий
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| What if I say I shall not waitАнглийский | Русский
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| What Inn is thisАнглийский | |
| What is -- "Paradise"Английский | Немецкий
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| When a Lover is a BeggarАнглийский | |
| When they come back - if Blossoms do -Английский | Немецкий
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| White as an Indian pipeАнглийский | |
| Who robbed the woodsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| Why do I love You, Sir? (480)Английский | Русский #1 #2
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| Why-do they shut me out of heaven?Английский | |
| Wild Nights (249)Английский | |
| With a FlowerАнглийский | |
| XXVАнглийский | |
| You ask of my companionsАнглийский | Немецкий
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| You cannot put a Fire outАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| You've seen balloons set, haven't you?Английский | Немецкий
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| ’T is an honorable thoughtАнглийский | Немецкий
Русский #1 #2
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| “Faith” is a fine invention (202)Английский | |
