| 1 |
Success is counted sweetest |
| 2 |
If I can stop one heart from breaking, |
| 3 |
Within my reach! |
| 4 |
A wounded deer leaps highest, |
| 5 |
The heart asks pleasure first, |
| 6 |
Some things that fly there be,-- |
| 7 |
To fight aloud is very brave, |
| 8 |
When night is almost done, |
| 9 |
Pain has an element of blank, |
| 10 |
I had no time to hate, because |
| 11 |
'Twas such a little, little boat |
| 12 |
I'm nobody! Who are you? |
| 13 |
Hope is the thing with feathers |
| 14 |
Delight becomes pictorial |
| 15 |
A thought went up my mind to-day |
| 16 |
Before I got my eye put out, |
| 17 |
I many times thought peace had come, |
| 18 |
A word is dead |
| 19 |
It's such a little thing to weep, |
| 20 |
My life closed twice before its close; |
| 21 |
While I was fearing it, it came, |
| 22 |
Nature rarer uses yellow |
| 23 |
As imperceptibly as grief |
| 24 |
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn |
| 25 |
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst
break it, |
| 26 |
I like a look of agony, |
| 27 |
I reason, earth is short, |
| 28 |
If I shouldn't be alive |
| 29 |
After a hundred years |
| 30 |
Water is taught by thirst; |
