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Filter     Order  Title asc Title desc Ordering    Display #  5 10 15 20 25 30 50 Item Title 'T was just this time last year I died. A Bird Came Down A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A door just opened on a street A drop fell on the apple tree A light exists in spring A little road not made man A long, long sleep, a famous sleep A narrow fellow in the grass A shady friend for torrid days A thought went up my mind to-day After a hundred years After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes Ample make this bed. An everywhere of silver, Because I could not stop for Death, Before you thought of spring, Death sets a thing of signigicant Delight becomes pictorial Departed to the judgment, Each life converges to some centre Elysium is as far as to First Robin For each ecstatic instant God gave a loaf to every bird,   << Start < Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next > End >> Results 1 - 25 of 113