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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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