Twas Love—not me (394)

Whether my bark went down at sea

Letter 386 (about February 1873) Perez Cowan

As Children bid the Guest

A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! (400)

Summer for thee, grant I may be

The Soul’s distinct connection (974)

Experience is the Angled Road

The Balloon

She died at play

A Planted Life — diversified

Given in Marriage unto Thee

61

The Months have ends—the Years—a knot

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad (321)

A Lady red—amid the Hill (74)

19

The Soul’s Superior instants (306)

I measure every Grief I meet (561)

There is a pain — so utter

A thought went up my mind to-day

A throe upon the features (71)

These are the days when Birds come back (130)

Two—were immortal twice (800)

No Man can compass a Despair (477)

So proud she was to die

Trying To Forget

I Started Early - Took my Dog

Thanksgiving Day

A Burdock—clawed my Gown (229)

Her smile was shaped like other smiles

Father, I Bring Thee Not Myself

To my quick ear the leaves conferred

It don’t sound so terrible—quite—as it did (426)

From Blank to Blank

Letter 315 (early March 1866) Mrs. J. G. Holland

Best Things dwell out of Sight (998)

Funny — to be a Century

You’ll find—it when you try to die

Letter 273 (1862?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

Letter 247 (about 11 January 1862) Samuel Bowles

Letter 360 (spring 1871) - no ms. Louise Norcross

Because I could not stop for Death (1890)

Just lost, when I was saved!

The Manner of its Death (468)

Letter 223 (early August 1860) Samuel Bowles

The feet of people walking home (7)

Fame of Myself, to justify

I Wish I Knew That Woman’s Name

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed (753)