Letter 251 (early 1862 - Franklin: June 1861) Samuel Bowles

I’ve none to tell me to but Thee (881)

’Tis so appalling — it exhilarates

Without this—there is nought

Patience—has a quiet Outer

Gratitude—is not the mention (989)

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That after Horror—that ’twas us

Letter 306 (about March 1865) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

We dream—it is good we are dreaming (531)

Sleep is supposed to be

So much Summer

I rose—because He sank (616)

I did not reach Thee

I went to heaven

Letter 263 (early May 1862) - no ms. Louise Norcross

If pain for peace prepares

The Book Of Martyrs

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink (566)

How Happy Is The Little Stone

Letter 388 (April 1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

Letter 201 (about 1859) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

Träumerei

There is a Languor of the Life

Letter 353 (about October 1870) T. W. Higginson

I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes

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Had I not This, or This, I said (904)

This Merit hath the worst (979)

I many times thought Peace had come (739)

Fitter to see Him, I may be (968)

The Mountains—grow unnoticed

Far From Love The Heavenly Father

The Judge is like the Owl (699)

The Sea Of Sunset

Letter 208 (1859?) - no ms. Catherine Scott Turner (Anthon)

Who Giants know, with lesser Men

A Night—there lay the Days between (471)

Through lane it lay—through bramble

The Lamp burns sure—within

Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?

Farewell

Whose cheek is this?

Why

Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch

I met a King this afternoon!

Tho’ I get home how late—how late

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

Death And Life

A still—Volcano—Life (601)