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Filter     Order  Title asc Title desc Ordering    Display #  5 10 15 20 25 30 50 Item Title Safe in their alabaster chambers, She rose to his requirement, dropped She sweeps with many-colored brooms, So bashful when I spied her, So proud she was to die Success is Counted Sweetest The braind within its groove The bustle in a house The cricket sang The day came slow, till five o' clock The dying need but little, dear,-- The heart asks pleasure first The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. The only ghost I ever saw The pedigree of honey The show is not the show, The sky is low, the clouds are mean, The thought beneath so slight a film The White Heat The wind begun to rock the grass The wind trapped like a tired man, There is no frigate like a book There's a certain slant of light, There's been a death in the opposite house They dropped like flakes   << Start < Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next > End >> Results 76 - 100 of 113