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Poems Of Emily Dickinson (1232)

  • It Sifts From Leaden Sieves
  • It sounded as if the Streets were running
  • It stole along so stealthy
  • It Struck Me Every Day
  • It Tossed—and Tossed
  • It Troubled Me As Once I Was
  • It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone
  • It Was Given To Me By The Gods
  • It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up,
  • It Was Too Late For Man
  • It Will Be Summer—eventually
  • It Would Have Starved A Gnat
  • It Would Never Be Common—more—i Said
  • It's All I Have To Bring Today
  • It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature
  • It's Easy To Invent A Life
  • It's Like The Light, --
  • It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
  • It's Thoughts—and Just One Heart
  • I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes
  • I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent
  • I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee
  • I'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know
  • I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye
  • Jesus! Thy Crucifix
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