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ОглавлениеII. "I bring an unaccustomed wine"
III. "The nearest dream recedes unrealized"
V. "I found the phrase to every thought"
XIV. "The thought beneath so slight a film"
XVI. "Surgeons must be very careful"
XIX. "Delight becomes pictorial"
XX. "A thought went up my mind to-day"
XXIII. "A poor torn heart, a tattered heart"
XXX. "Faith is a fine invention"
XXXI. "Except the heaven had come so near"
XXXII. "Portraits are to daily faces"
XXXIV. "A shady friend for torrid days"
XXXVII. "Talk with prudence to a beggar"
XXXIX. "Good night! which put the candle out?"
XLV. "Undue significance a starving man attaches"
XLVI. "Heart not so heavy as mine"
XLVII. "I many times thought peace had come"
XLVIII. "Unto my books so good to turn"
XLIX. "This merit hath the worst"
LII. "To learn to transport by the pain"
III. "Your riches taught me poverty"
VI. "The way I read a letter's this"
VII. "Wild nights! Wild nights!"
XII. "In lands I never saw, they say"
XIII. "The moon is distant from the sea"
XIV. "He put the belt around my life"
XVI. "What if I say I shall not wait?"
III. "At half-past three a single bird"
XXVIII. "I know a place where summer strives"
XXIX. "The one that could repeat the summer day"
XXXI. "Nature rarer uses yellow"
XXXVI. "Frequently the woods are pink"
XL. "She sweeps with many-colored brooms"
XLI. "Like mighty footlights burned the red"
XLV. "As imperceptibly as grief"
XLVI. "It can't be summer,—that got through"
I. "Let down the bars, O Death!"
III. "At least to pray is left, is left"
V. "Morns like these we parted"
VI. "A death-blow is a life-blow to some"
VII. "I read my sentence steadily"
VIII. "I have not told my garden yet"
X. "The only ghost I ever saw"
XI. "Some, too fragile for winter winds"
XII. "As by the dead we love to sit"
XV. "Their height in heaven comforts not"
XVI. "There is a shame of nobleness"
XVIII. "Pompless no life can pass away"
XIX. "I noticed people disappeared"
XXI. "If anybody's friend be dead"
XXV. "Essential oils are wrung"
XXVI. "I lived on dread; to those who know"
XXXV. "It was not death, for I stood up"
XXXVIII. "A throe upon the features"