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A Bird Come Down the Walk
A Narrow Fellow In the Grass  
After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes
As Imperceptibly As Grief  
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Exultation Is the Going    
How Happy Is the Little Stone  
I Died For Beauty, but Was Scarce  
I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died
I Like A Look of Agony    
I Like to See It Lap the Miles  
I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed  
I'm Nobody! Who Are You?  
My River Runs to Thee  
The Bustle ln A House  
The Grass So Little Has to Do    
The Soul Selects Her Own Society    
There's A Certain Slant of Light
This Is My Letter to the World  
To Hear An Oriole Sing    
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