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"Arcturus" is his other name --
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Advanced
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"Faith" is a fine invention
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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"Faithful to the end" Amended
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me
Read by: Anthony McGovern |
Advanced
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"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
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Advanced
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"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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"I want" - it pleaded - All its life
Read by: Alexandra Lavers |
Intermediate
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"Morning"--means "Milking"--to the Farmer--
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Advanced
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"Nature" is what we see
Read by: Justen Sumner |
Intermediate
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"Remember me" implored the Thief!
Read by: Justen Sumner |
Advanced
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"Secrets" is a daily word
Read by: Anthony McGovern |
Advanced
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"Sic transit gloria mundi,"
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Advanced
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"Sown in dishonor"!
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Advanced
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"Speech"--is a prank of Parliament--
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Advanced
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"They have not chosen me," he said,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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"Tomorrow" -- whose location
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Advanced
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"Unto Me?" I do not know you --
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Advanced
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"Was not" was all the Statement.
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Advanced
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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Advanced
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'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
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Advanced
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'Tis customary as we part
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Advanced
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'Tis good--the looking back on Grief--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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'Tis little I--could care for Pearls--
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Advanced
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'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
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Advanced
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so --
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Advanced
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'Tis One by One--the Father counts--
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Advanced
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'Tis Opposites -- entice --
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Advanced
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'Tis so appalling--it exhilarates--
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Advanced
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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'Tis Sunrise--Little Maid--Hast Thou
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Advanced
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'Tis true--They shut me in the Cold--
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Advanced
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'Twas a long Parting--but the time
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Advanced
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'Twas awkward, but it fitted me--
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Advanced
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'Twas Crisis--All the length had passed
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Advanced
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'Twas fighting for his Life he was--
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Advanced
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'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
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Advanced
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'Twas later when the summer went
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Advanced
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'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
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Advanced
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'Twas Love -- not me --
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Advanced
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'Twas my one Glory --
Read by: Kelsey Weber |
Beginning
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'Twas such a little -- little boat
Read by: Kelsey Weber |
Intermediate
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'Twas the old--road--through pain--
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Advanced
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'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us --
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Advanced
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'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --
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Advanced
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A Bee his burnished Carriage
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Advanced
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A Bird came down the Walk
Read by: Stephanie Chan |
Advanced
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A Burdock -- clawed my Gown --
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Advanced
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A Charm invests a face
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Advanced
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A chilly Peace infests the Grass
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Advanced
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A Clock stopped --
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Advanced
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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
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Advanced
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A Coffin -- is a small Domain,
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Advanced
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A Counterfeit--a Plated Person--
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Advanced
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A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Read by: Deizsa Jackson |
Intermediate
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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Advanced
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A Deed knocks first at Thought
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Advanced
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A Dew sufficed itself --
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Advanced
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A Diamond on the Hand
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Advanced
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A Door just opened on a street --
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Advanced
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A doubt if it be Us
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Advanced
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A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --
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Advanced
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A Dying Tiger--moaned for Drink--
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Advanced
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A feather from the Whippoorwill
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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A Field of Stubble, lying sere
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Advanced
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A first Mute Coming --
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Advanced
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A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
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Advanced
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A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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A great Hope fell
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Advanced
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A happy lip -- breaks sudden --
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Advanced
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A House upon the Height --
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Advanced
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A Lady red -- amid the Hill
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Advanced
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A Light exists in Spring
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Advanced
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A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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A little Dog that wags his tail
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Advanced
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A little East of Jordan,
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Advanced
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A little Madness in the Spring
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Advanced
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A little overflowing word
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Advanced
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A little Road-- not made of Man--
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Advanced
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A little Snow was here and there
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Advanced
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A long--long Sleep--A famous--Sleep --
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Advanced
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A loss of something ever felt I --
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Advanced
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A Man may make a Remark --
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Advanced
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A Mien to move a Queen --
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Advanced
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A Mine there is no Man would own
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Advanced
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A Moth the hue of this
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Advanced
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A Murmur in the Trees--to note--
Read by: Mojdeh Memarzadeh |
Beginning
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass
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Advanced
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A nearness to Tremendousness--
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Advanced
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A Night--there lay the Days between--
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Advanced
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A Plated Life -- diversified
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Advanced
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A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart --
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Advanced
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A precious-mouldering pleasure-'tis-
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Advanced
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A Prison gets to be a friend --
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Advanced
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A prompt--executive Bird is the Jay
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Advanced
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A Rat surrendered here
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Advanced
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A Route of Evanescence
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Advanced
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A Saucer holds a Cup
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Advanced
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A science -- so the Savants say,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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A Secret told --
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Advanced
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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
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Advanced
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A Shade upon the mind there passes
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Advanced
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A shady friend--for Torrid days--
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Advanced
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A Sickness of this World it most occasions
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Advanced
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A single Clover Plank
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Advanced
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A single Screw of Flesh
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Advanced
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A slash of Blue --
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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A soft Sea washed around the House
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Advanced
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A Solemn thing within the Soul
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Advanced
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A solemn thing--it was--I said--
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Advanced
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A something in a summer's Day
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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A South Wind -- has a pathos
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Advanced
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A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
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Advanced
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A Spider sewed at Night
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Advanced
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A stagnant pleasure like a Pool
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Advanced
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A still -- Volcano -- Life --
|
Advanced
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A Thought went up my mind today --
Read by: Kaitlin Storck |
Beginning
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A throe upon the features --
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Advanced
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A Toad, can die of Light --
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Advanced
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A Tongue--to tell Him I am true!
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Advanced
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A Tooth upon Our Peace
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Advanced
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A transport one cannot contain
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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A Visitor in Marl --
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Advanced
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A Weight with Needles on the pounds--
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Advanced
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A Wife--at Daybreak I shall be--
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Advanced
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A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
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Advanced
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A Wind that rose
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Advanced
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A winged spark doth soar about --
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Advanced
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A Word dropped careless on a Page
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Advanced
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A word is dead
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest --
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Advanced
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Abraham to kill him --
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Advanced
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Absence disembodies -- so does Death
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Advanced
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Absent Place -- an April Day --
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Advanced
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Adrift! A little boat adrift!
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Advanced
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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
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Advanced
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After a hundred years
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Advanced
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After all Birds have been investigated
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Advanced
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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After the Sun comes out
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Advanced
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Again -- his voice is at the door --
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Advanced
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Ah, Moon -- and Star!
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Ah, Teneriffe!
|
Advanced
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Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
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Advanced
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All but Death, can be Adjusted --
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Advanced
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All Circumstances are the Frame
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Advanced
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All forgot for recollecting
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Advanced
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All I may, if small,
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Advanced
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All men for Honor hardest work
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Advanced
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All overgrown by cunning moss,
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
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All the letters I can write
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Advanced
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All these my banners be.
|
Advanced
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Alone and in a Circumstance
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Advanced
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Alone, I cannot be --
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Advanced
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Alter! When the Hills do --
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Advanced
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Although I put away his life --
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Advanced
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Always Mine!
|
Advanced
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Ambition cannot find him.
|
Advanced
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Ample make this Bed --
|
Advanced
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An altered look about the hills --
|
Advanced
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An antiquated Grace
|
Advanced
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An awful Tempest mashed the air --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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An Everywhere of Silver
|
Advanced
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An honest Tear
|
Advanced
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An Hour is a Sea
|
Advanced
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An ignorance a Sunset
|
Advanced
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And this of all my Hopes
|
Advanced
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Angels, in the early morning
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Answer July --
|
Advanced
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Apology for Her
|
Advanced
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Are Friends Delight or Pain?
|
Advanced
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Art thou the thing I wanted?
|
Advanced
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Artists wrestled here!
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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As by the dead we love to sit,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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As Children bid the Guest
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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As far from pity, as complaint--
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Advanced
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As Frost is best conceived
|
Advanced
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As if I asked a common Alms,
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Advanced
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As if some little Arctic flower
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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As if the Sea should part
|
Advanced
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As old as Woe --
|
Advanced
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As One does Sickness over
|
Advanced
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As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
Advanced
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
Advanced
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As Summer into Autumn slips
|
Advanced
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
Advanced
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As Watchers hang upon the East,
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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As willing lid o'er weary eye
|
Advanced
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Ashes denote that Fire was --
|
Advanced
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At Half past Three, a single Bird
|
Advanced
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At last, to be identified!
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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At least--to pray--is left--is left--
|
Advanced
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At leisure is the Soul
|
Advanced
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Aurora is the effort
|
Advanced
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Autumn--overlooked my Knitting--
|
Advanced
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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
|
Advanced
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Away from Home are some and I --
|
Advanced
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Baffled for just a day or two --
Read by: Lauren Schaffel |
Advanced
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Banish Air from Air --
|
Advanced
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Be Mine the Doom --
|
Advanced
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Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is --
|
Advanced
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Because 'twas Riches I could own,
|
Advanced
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Because He loves Her
|
Advanced
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Because I could not stop for death
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
|
Because my Brook is fluent
|
Advanced
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Because that you are going
|
Advanced
|
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
Advanced
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Bee! I'm expecting you!
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
|
|
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --
|
Advanced
|
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
Advanced
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Before I got my eye put out
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
|
|
Before the ice is in the pools --
|
Advanced
|
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Before you thought of Spring
|
Advanced
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Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
Behold this little Bane --
|
Advanced
|
|
Belshazzar had a Letter --
|
Advanced
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad --
|
Advanced
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|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
Advanced
|
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Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
Advanced
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Besides this May
|
Advanced
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Best Gains--must have the Losses' Test--
|
Advanced
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Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
Advanced
|
|
Best Witchcraft is Geometry
|
Advanced
|
|
Better--than Music! For I--who heard it--
|
Advanced
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Between My Country--and the Others
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
|
|
Between the form of Life and Life
|
Advanced
|
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Bind me -- I still can sing --
|
Advanced
|
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
Advanced
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Bless God, he went as soldiers,
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
|
Bloom upon the Mountain--stated--
|
Advanced
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Bloom--is Result--to meet a Flower
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
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Bound -- a trouble --
|
Advanced
|
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Bring me the sunset in a cup,
|
Advanced
|
|
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --
|
Advanced
|
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But little Carmine hath her face --
|
Advanced
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By a flower -- By a letter --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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By Chivalries as tiny,
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
Advanced
|
|
By such and such an offering
|
Advanced
|
|
Civilization--spurns--the Leopard!
|
Advanced
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
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Color -- Caste -- Denomination --
|
Advanced
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Come slowly -- Eden!
|
Advanced
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Confirming All who analyze
|
Advanced
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Conjecturing a Climate
|
Advanced
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Conscious am I in my Chamber,
|
Advanced
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Contained in this short Life
|
Advanced
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Could Hope inspect her Basis
|
Advanced
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Could I -- then -- shut the door --
|
Advanced
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Could I but ride indefinite
|
Advanced
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Could live -- did live --
|
Advanced
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Could mortal lip divine
|
Advanced
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Could--I do more--for Thee--
|
Advanced
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Count not that far that can be had,
|
Advanced
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Crisis is a Hair
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
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Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
|
Advanced
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Crumbling is not an instant's Act
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
Advanced
|
|
Dear March -- Come in --
|
Advanced
|
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Death is a Dialogue between
|
Advanced
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Death is potential to that Man
|
Advanced
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Death is the supple Suitor
|
Advanced
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Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
|
Advanced
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Death sets a Thing significant
|
Advanced
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Death warrants are supposed to be
|
Advanced
|
|
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
|
Advanced
|
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly --
|
Advanced
|
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Delayed till she had ceased to know --
|
Advanced
|
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Delight -- becomes pictorial --
|
Advanced
|
|
Delight is as the flight--
|
Advanced
|
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Delight's Despair at setting
|
Advanced
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Denial -- is the only fact
|
Advanced
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Departed -- to the Judgment --
|
Advanced
|
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Deprived of other Banquet,
|
Advanced
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Despair's advantage is achieved
|
Advanced
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Dew--is the Freshet in the Grass--
|
Advanced
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Did Our Best Moment last --
|
Advanced
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Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
Advanced
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Did We abolish Frost
|
Advanced
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Did we disobey Him?
|
Advanced
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Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth--
|
Advanced
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Distance--is not the Realm of Fox
|
Advanced
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Distrustful of the Gentian --
|
Advanced
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Do People moulder equally,
|
Advanced
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Dominion lasts until obtained --
|
Advanced
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Don't put up my Thread and Needle --
|
Advanced
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Doom is the House without the Door--
|
Advanced
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Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
Advanced
|
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
Advanced
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Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
Dreams are the subtle Dower
|
Advanced
|
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Dreams--are well--but Waking's better,
|
Advanced
|
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre --
|
Advanced
|
Dust is the only Secret --
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
|
Dying at my music!
|
Advanced
|
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
Advanced
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
|
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
|
Advanced
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Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
Advanced
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Each Second is the last
|
Advanced
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Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
|
Advanced
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Elizabeth told Essex
|
Advanced
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Embarrassment of one another
|
Advanced
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Empty my Heart, of Thee --
|
Advanced
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|
Ended, ere it begun --
|
Advanced
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Endow the Living--with the Tears--
|
Advanced
|
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Escape is such a thankful Word
|
Advanced
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Escaping backward to perceive
|
Advanced
|
|
Essential Oils -- are wrung --
|
Advanced
|
|
Estranged from Beauty--none can be--
|
Advanced
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Except the Heaven had come so near--
|
Advanced
|
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Except the smaller size
|
Advanced
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
|
|
Exhilaration -- is within --
|
Advanced
|
|
Exhilaration is the Breeze
|
Advanced
|
|
Expectation -- is Contentment --
|
Advanced
|
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
Advanced
|
|
Experiment to me
|
Advanced
|
Exultation is the going
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
|
Fairer through Fading--as the Day
|
Advanced
|
|
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
|
Advanced
|
|
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
|
Advanced
|
|
Fame is the one that does not stay--
|
Advanced
|
|
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave
|
Advanced
|
|
Fame of Myself, to justify,
|
Advanced
|
|
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
|
Advanced
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|
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
|
Advanced
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|
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop
|
Advanced
|
|
Finding is the first Act
|
Advanced
|
|
Finite--to fail, but infinite to Venture--
|
Advanced
|
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
Advanced
|
Floss won't save you from an Abyss
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
|
|
For Death -- or rather
|
Advanced
|
For each ecstatic instant
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
For every Bird a Nest --
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
|
For largest Woman's Heart I knew
|
Advanced
|
For this -- accepted Breath --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
|
|
Forever at His side to walk--
|
Advanced
|
|
Forever--is composed of Nows--
|
Advanced
|
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
Advanced
|
|
Fortitude incarnate
|
Advanced
|
|
Four Trees--upon a solitary Acre--
|
Advanced
|
Frequently the woods are pink --
Read by: Sophia On |
Advanced
|
|
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face--
|
Advanced
|
|
From Blank to Blank --
|
Advanced
|
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
Advanced
|
|
From his slim Palace in the Dust
|
Advanced
|
|
From Us She wandered now a Year,
|
Advanced
|
|
Funny -- to be a Century --
|
Advanced
|
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
Advanced
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|
Garlands for Queens, may be --
|
Advanced
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|
Gathered into the Earth,
|
Beginning
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|
Give little Anguish
|
Advanced
|
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
Advanced
|
|
Glee -- The great storm is over --
|
Advanced
|
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
|
|
Go not too near a House of Rose--
|
Advanced
|
|
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
|
Advanced
|
|
God gave a Loaf to every Bird --
|
Advanced
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God is a distant -- stately Lover --
|
Advanced
|
|
God made a little Gentian --
|
Advanced
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God made no act without a cause,
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Advanced
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God permits industrious Angels--
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Advanced
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Going to Heaven!
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Going to Him! Happy letter!
|
Advanced
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Good Morning -- Midnight --
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Advanced
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Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
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Advanced
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Good night, because we must,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
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Advanced
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Gratitude -- is not the mention
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Advanced
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Great Caesar! Condescend
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Great Streets of silence led away
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Advanced
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Grief is a Mouse --
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Advanced
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Growth of Man--like Growth of Nature--
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Advanced
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Had I not seen the Sun
Read by: Sophia On |
Advanced
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Had I not This, or This, I said,
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Advanced
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Had I presumed to hope --
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Advanced
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Had this one Day not been,
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Advanced
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Had we known the Ton she bore
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Advanced
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Had we our senses
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Advanced
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Have any like Myself
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Advanced
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart,
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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He ate and drank the precious words
Read by: David Marenberg |
Advanced
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He forgot -- and I -- remembered --
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Advanced
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose --
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Advanced
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He found my Being -- set it up --
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Advanced
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He fumbles at your Soul
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Advanced
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He gave away his Life --
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Advanced
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He is alive, this morning --
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Advanced
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
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Advanced
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He parts Himself -- like Leaves --
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Advanced
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He preached upon "Breadth"
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Advanced
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He put the Belt around my life--
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Advanced
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He scanned it -- staggered --
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Advanced
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He strained my faith--
Read by: Scott Penfield |
Beginning
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He told a homely tale
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Advanced
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He touched me, so I live to know
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Advanced
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He was weak, and I was strong -- then --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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He who in Himself believes --
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Advanced
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Heart! We will forget him!
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Advanced
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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Advanced
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Heaven is what I cannot reach
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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Her -- "last Poems" --
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Advanced
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Her breast is fit for pearls,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Her final Summer was it --
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Advanced
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Her Grace is all she has --
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Advanced
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Her little Parasol to lift
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Advanced
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles--
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Advanced
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Her sovereign People
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Advanced
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Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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Advanced
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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Advanced
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Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
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Advanced
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Herein a Blossom lies --
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Advanced
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His Bill an Auger is
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Advanced
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His Bill is clasped--his Eye forsook--
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Advanced
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His Cheek is his Biographer --
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Advanced
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His Feet are shod with Gauze --
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Advanced
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His Heart was darker than the starless night
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Advanced
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His Mansion in the Pool
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Advanced
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His Mind like Fabrics of the East
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Advanced
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His voice decrepit was with Joy --
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Advanced
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Hope is a strange invention --
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Advanced
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Hope is the thing with feathers
Read by: Madeline Jacobs |
Advanced
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How brittle are the Piers
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Advanced
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How destitute is he
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Advanced
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How far is it to Heaven?
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Advanced
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How fits his Umber Coat
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Advanced
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How fortunate the Grave --
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Advanced
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How good his Lava Bed,
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Advanced
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How happy I was if I could forget
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Advanced
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How Human Nature dotes
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Advanced
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How know it from a Summer's Day?
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Advanced
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How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights
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Advanced
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How many Flowers fail in Wood--
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Advanced
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How many schemes may die
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Advanced
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How many times these low feet staggered --
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Advanced
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How much the present moment means
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Advanced
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How News must feel when travelling
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Advanced
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How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
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Advanced
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How ruthless are the gentle --
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Advanced
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How sick-to wait-in any place-but thine
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Advanced
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How soft a Caterpillar steps --
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Advanced
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How soft this Prison is
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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How still the Bells in Steeples stand
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Advanced
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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Advanced
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How the Waters closed above Him
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Advanced
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How well I knew Her not
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Advanced
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I am afraid to own a Body --
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Advanced
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I am alive -- I guess --
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Advanced
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I am ashamed--I hide--
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Advanced
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I asked no other thing --
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Advanced
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I bet with every Wind that blew
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Advanced
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I breathed enough to take the Trick--
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Advanced
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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Advanced
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I Came to buy a smile -- today --
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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I can wade Grief--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I can't tell you -- but you feel it --
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Advanced
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I cannot be ashamed
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Advanced
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I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --
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Advanced
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I cannot dance upon my Toes --
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Advanced
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I cannot live with You --
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Advanced
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I cannot meet the Spring unmoved
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Advanced
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I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
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Advanced
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I cannot want it more --
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Advanced
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I cautious, scanned my little life --
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Advanced
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I could bring You Jewels-- had I a mind to--
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Advanced
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I could die -- to know --
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Advanced
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I could not drink it, Sweet,
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Advanced
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I could not prove the Years had feet --
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Advanced
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I could suffice for Him, I knew --
|
Advanced
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I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
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Advanced
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I cross till I am weary
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I died for Beauty--but was scarce
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Advanced
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I dreaded that first Robin, so,
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Advanced
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I dwell in Possibility --
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Advanced
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides--
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Advanced
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech --
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Advanced
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I felt a Cleaving in my Mind --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I felt my life with both my hands
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Advanced
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I fit for them --
|
Advanced
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I found the words to every thought
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Advanced
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I gained it so --
|
Advanced
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I gave myself to Him --
|
Advanced
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I got so I could take his name --
|
Advanced
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I had a daily Bliss
|
Advanced
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I had a guinea golden --
|
Advanced
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I had been hungry, all the Years--
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Advanced
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I had no Cause to be awake --
|
Advanced
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I had no time to Hate--
|
Advanced
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I had not minded -- Walls --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I had some things that I called mine --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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I had the Glory -- that will do --
|
Advanced
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I have a Bird in spring
|
Advanced
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I have a King, who does not speak --
|
Advanced
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I have never seen "Volcanoes" --
|
Advanced
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I have no Life but this --
Read by: Kelsey Weber |
Intermediate
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I haven't told my garden yet --
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I heard, as if I had no Ear
|
Advanced
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I held a Jewel in my fingers--
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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I hide myself within my flower,
|
Advanced
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I keep my pledge.
|
Advanced
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I knew that I had gained
|
Advanced
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I know a place where Summer strives
|
Advanced
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I know lives, I could miss
|
Advanced
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
Advanced
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I know Suspense--it steps so terse
|
Advanced
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I know that He exists.
|
Advanced
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I know where Wells grow
|
Advanced
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I learned--at least--what Home could be
|
Advanced
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I like a look of Agony,
|
Advanced
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I like to see it lap the Miles --
|
Advanced
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I live with Him -- I see His face --
|
Advanced
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I lived on Dread --
|
Advanced
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I lost a World -- the other day!
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
|
Advanced
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I make His Crescent fill or lack --
|
Advanced
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I many times thought Peace had come
|
Advanced
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I meant to find Her when I came --
|
Advanced
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I meant to have but modest needs--
|
Advanced
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I measure every Grief I meet
|
Advanced
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I met a King this afternoon!
|
Advanced
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I never felt at Home -- Below --
|
Advanced
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I never hear that one is dead
|
Advanced
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I never hear the word
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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I never hear the word "escape"
Read by: Stephanie Chan |
Advanced
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I never lost as much but twice,
|
Advanced
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I never saw a moor
|
Advanced
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I never told the buried gold
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
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I noticed People disappeared
|
Advanced
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I often passed the village
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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I pay -- in Satin Cash --
|
Advanced
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I play at Riches -- to appease
|
Advanced
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
|
Advanced
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I read my sentence -- steadily --
|
Advanced
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I reason, Earth is short --
|
Advanced
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I reckon -- when I count it all --
|
Advanced
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I robbed the Woods --
|
Advanced
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I rose -- because He sank --
|
Advanced
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I saw no Way-The Heavens were stitched
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I saw that the Flake was on it
|
Advanced
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I see thee better -- in the Dark --
|
Advanced
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I send Two Sunsets --
|
Advanced
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I send you a decrepit flower
|
Advanced
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I shall keep singing!
|
Advanced
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I shall know why -- when Time is over --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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I shall not murmur if at last
|
Advanced
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I should have been too glad, I see --
|
Advanced
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I should not dare to be so sad
|
Advanced
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I should not dare to leave my friend,
|
Advanced
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I showed her Heights she never saw--
|
Advanced
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I sing to use the Waiting
|
Advanced
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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick --
|
Advanced
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I started Early -- Took my Dog --
|
Advanced
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I stepped from plank to plank
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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I stole them from a Bee --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
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I sued the News--yet feared--the News
|
Advanced
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I suppose the time will come
|
Advanced
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I taste a liquor never brewed --
|
Advanced
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I tend my flowers for thee --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
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I think I was enchanted
|
Advanced
|
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I think just how my shape will rise--
|
Advanced
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I think that the Root of the Wind is Water
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Advanced
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
|
Advanced
|
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I think the longest Hour of all
|
Advanced
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I think to Live -- may be a Bliss
|
Advanced
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I thought that nature was enough
|
Advanced
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I thought the Train would never come
|
Advanced
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I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl
|
Advanced
|
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I took my Power in my Hand --
|
Advanced
|
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
|
Advanced
|
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I was a Phoebe--nothing more--
|
Advanced
|
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I was the slightest in the House--
|
Advanced
|
|
I watched the Moon around the House
|
Advanced
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I went to Heaven --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
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I went to thank her
|
Advanced
|
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I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
|
Advanced
|
|
I would distil a cup,
|
Advanced
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I would not paint -- a picture --
|
Advanced
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I Years had been from Home
|
Advanced
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I'd rather recollect a setting
|
Advanced
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I'll clutch -- and clutch --
|
Advanced
|
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
|
Advanced
|
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I'll tell you how the Sun rose --
|
Advanced
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I'm "wife" -- I've finished that --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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I'm ceded--I've stopped being Theirs--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
|
I'm saying every day
|
Advanced
|
|
I'm sorry for the Dead--Today--
|
Advanced
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I'm the little
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
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I've dropped my Brain--My Soul is numb
|
Advanced
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent--
|
Advanced
|
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
|
Advanced
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I've nothing else -- to bring, You know --
|
Advanced
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I've seen a Dying Eye
|
Advanced
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Ideals are the Fairy Oil
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
|
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing
|
Advanced
|
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
Advanced
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If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --
|
Advanced
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If He dissolve--then--there is nothing--more--
|
Advanced
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If He were living -- dare I ask --
|
Advanced
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If I can stop one heart from breaking
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
Advanced
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|
If I may have it, when it's dead,
|
Advanced
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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If I should die,
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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If I shouldn't be alive
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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If I'm lost -- now
|
Advanced
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If it had no pencil
|
Advanced
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If my Bark sink
Read by: Sophia On |
Advanced
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|
If Nature smiles--the Mother must
|
Advanced
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If pain for peace prepares
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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If recollecting were forgetting,
Read by: Lauren Schaffel |
Advanced
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If she had been the Mistletoe
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
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If the foolish, call them
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
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If this is
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
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If those I loved were lost
|
Advanced
|
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If What we could--were what we would--
|
Advanced
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If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
|
Advanced
|
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If you were coming in the Fall,
|
Advanced
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If your Nerve, deny you --
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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Immortal is an ample word
|
Advanced
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Impossibility, like Wine
|
Advanced
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
|
Advanced
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In falling Timbers buried --
|
Advanced
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In lands I never saw -- they say
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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In many and reportless places
|
Advanced
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In rags mysterious as these
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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In this short Life
|
Advanced
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In thy long Paradise of Light
|
Advanced
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Inconceivably solemn!
|
Advanced
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
|
Advanced
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Is Heaven a Physician?
|
Advanced
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Is it true, dear Sue?
|
Advanced
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It always felt to me -- a wrong
|
Advanced
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
|
Advanced
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It came at last but prompter Death
|
Advanced
|
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It can't be "Summer"!
|
Advanced
|
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
Advanced
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It did not surprise me --
Read by: Allison Karic |
Advanced
|
|
It don't sound so terrible--quite--as it did--
|
Advanced
|
|
It dropped so low--in my Regard--
|
Advanced
|
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It feels a shame to be Alive --
|
Advanced
|
|
It is a lonesome Glee --
|
Advanced
|
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It is an honorable Thought
|
Advanced
|
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It is dead -- Find it --
|
Advanced
|
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play--
|
Advanced
|
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation--
|
Advanced
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It knew no Medicine --
|
Advanced
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It makes no difference abroad --
|
Advanced
|
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It might be lonelier
|
Advanced
|
|
It rises -- passes -- on our South
|
Advanced
|
|
It sifts from Leaden Sieves --
|
Advanced
|
|
It sounded as if the Streets were running
|
Intermediate
|
|
It stole along so stealthy
|
Advanced
|
|
It struck me -- every Day --
|
Advanced
|
|
It tossed -- and tossed --
|
Advanced
|
|
It troubled me as once I was --
|
Advanced
|
|
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
|
Advanced
|
|
It was a quiet seeming Day --
|
Beginning
|
|
It was a quiet way --
|
Advanced
|
It was given to me by the Gods --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
It was not Death, for I stood up,
|
Advanced
|
|
It was not Saint--it was too large--
|
Advanced
|
|
It was too late for Man --
|
Advanced
|
It will be Summer -- eventually.
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Advanced
|
It would have starved a Gnat --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
It would never be Common-more-I said
|
Advanced
|
It's all I have to bring today --
Read by: Sophia On |
Advanced
|
|
It's coming--the postponeless Creature--
|
Advanced
|
|
It's easy to invent a Life --
|
Advanced
|
|
It's like the Light --
|
Advanced
|
It's such a little thing to weep --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
|
It's thoughts--and just One Heart--
|
Advanced
|
|
Its Hour with itself
|
Advanced
|
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
Advanced
|
|
Joy to have merited the Pain --
|
Advanced
|
|
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
|
Advanced
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
|
|
Just Once! Oh least Request!
|
Advanced
|
|
Just so -- Jesus -- raps --
|
Advanced
|
|
Kill your Balm-- and its Odors bless you--
|
Advanced
|
|
Knock with tremor --
|
Advanced
|
|
Knows how to forget!
|
Advanced
|
|
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us
|
Advanced
|
|
Lay this Laurel on the One
|
Intermediate
|
|
Least Bee that brew --
|
Advanced
|
|
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea.
|
Advanced
|
|
Left in immortal Youth
|
Advanced
|
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Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were bor
|
Advanced
|
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Lest they should come--is all my fear
|
Advanced
|
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Lest this be Heaven indeed
|
Advanced
|
|
Let down the Bars, Oh Death --
|
Advanced
|
|
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
|
Advanced
|
|
Let my first Knowing be of thee
|
Advanced
|
|
Let Us play Yesterday --
|
Advanced
|
|
Life -- is what we make of it --
|
Advanced
|
|
Life, and Death, and Giants --
|
Advanced
|
|
Lift it -- with the Feathers
|
Advanced
|
|
Light is sufficient to itself --
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Brooms of Steel
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Eyes that looked on Wastes--
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
|
Advanced
|
|
Like her the Saints retire,
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Mighty Foot Lights--burned the Red
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
|
Advanced
|
|
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
|
Advanced
|
|
Long Years apart -- can make no
|
Advanced
|
|
Longing is like the Seed
|
Advanced
|
|
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes
|
Advanced
|
Love is anterior to life
Read by: Jena Johnson |
Advanced
|
|
Love reckons by itself -- alone --
|
Advanced
|
|
Love's stricken "why"
|
Advanced
|
|
Love--is that later Thing than Death
|
Advanced
|
|
Love--thou art high--
|
Advanced
|
Low at my problem bending,
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
|
|
Luck is not chance --
|
Advanced
|
Make me a picture of the sun --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Mama never forgets her birds,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
|
Many a phrase has the English language--
|
Advanced
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Many cross the Rhine
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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March is the Month of Expectation.
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Advanced
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Me -- come! My dazzled face
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Advanced
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Me from Myself -- to banish --
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Advanced
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Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
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Advanced
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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Advanced
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Midsummer, was it, when They died--
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Advanced
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Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
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Advanced
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More Life--went out--when He went
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Advanced
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Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Morns like these -- we parted --
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Advanced
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Most she touched me by her muteness --
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Advanced
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Much Madness is divinest Sense--
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Advanced
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Musicians wrestle everywhere --
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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Must be a Woe --
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Advanced
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Mute thy Coronation --
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Advanced
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My best Acquaintances are those
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Advanced
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My Cocoon tightens--Colors tease--
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Advanced
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My Eye is fuller than my vase --
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Advanced
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My Faith is larger than the Hills --
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Advanced
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My first well Day--since many ill--
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Advanced
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My friend attacks my friend!
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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My friend must be a Bird --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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My Garden -- like the Beach --
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Advanced
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My God -- He sees thee --
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Advanced
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My Heart ran so to thee
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Advanced
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My Heart upon a little Plate
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Advanced
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My Life had stood--a Loaded Gun--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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My Maker -- let me be
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Intermediate
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My nosegays are for Captives --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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My period had come for Prayer --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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My Portion is Defeat -- today --
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Advanced
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My Reward for Being, was This.
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Advanced
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My River runs to thee --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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My Season's furthest Flower --
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Advanced
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My Soul--accused me--And I quailed--
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Advanced
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My Triumph lasted till the Drums
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Advanced
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My wheel is in the dark!
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Advanced
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt --
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Advanced
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Myself can read the Telegrams
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Advanced
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Myself was formed--a Carpenter--
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Advanced
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Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
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Advanced
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Nature affects to be sedate
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Advanced
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Nature and God -- I neither knew
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Advanced
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Nature assigns the Sun --
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Advanced
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Nature rarer uses Yellow
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Advanced
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Nature--sometimes sears a Sapling--
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Advanced
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Never for Society
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Advanced
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New feet within my garden go --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing
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Advanced
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No Crowd that has occurred
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Advanced
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No Man can compass a Despair--
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Advanced
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No matter -- now -- Sweet --
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Advanced
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No Notice gave She, but a Change--
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Advanced
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No Other can reduce
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Advanced
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No Passenger was known to flee --
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Advanced
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No Prisoner be --
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Advanced
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No Rack can torture me --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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No Romance sold unto
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Advanced
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Nobody knows this little Rose --
Read by: Allison Karic |
Advanced
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None can experience sting
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Advanced
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None who saw it ever told it
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Advanced
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Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
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Advanced
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Nor Mountain hinder Me
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Advanced
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Not "Revelation"--'tis--that waits,
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Advanced
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Not all die early, dying young --
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Advanced
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Not any higher stands the Grave
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Advanced
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Not any more to be lacked --
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Advanced
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Not in this World to see his face--
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Advanced
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Not One by Heaven defrauded stay
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Advanced
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Not probable--The barest Chance--
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Advanced
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Not so the infinite Relations--Below
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Advanced
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Not that he goes--we love him more
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Advanced
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Not that We did, shall be the test
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Advanced
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Not to discover weakness is
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Advanced
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Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
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Advanced
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Now I knew I lost her --
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Advanced
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Of all the Souls that stand create--
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Advanced
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
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Advanced
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Of Being is a Bird
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Advanced
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Of Bronze -- and Blaze --
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Advanced
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Of Brussels -- it was not --
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Advanced
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
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Advanced
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Of course -- I prayed --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Of Life to own --
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Advanced
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Of Nature I shall have enough
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Advanced
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
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Advanced
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Of Paradise' existence
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Of Paul and Silas it is said
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Advanced
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
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Advanced
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Of so divine a Loss
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Advanced
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Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
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Advanced
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Of their peculiar light
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Advanced
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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Advanced
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Of Tribulation, these are They,
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Advanced
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Oh Shadow on the Grass,
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Advanced
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Oh Sumptuous moment
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Advanced
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On a Columnar Self --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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On such a night, or such a night,
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Advanced
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
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Advanced
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On the World you colored
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Advanced
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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On this wondrous sea
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Advanced
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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One and One -- are One --
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Advanced
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One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
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Advanced
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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Advanced
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One Crucifixion is recorded--only--
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Advanced
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One Day is there of the Series
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Advanced
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One dignity delays for all --
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Advanced
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One Joy of so much anguish
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Advanced
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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Advanced
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One need not be a Chamber--to be Haunted--
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Advanced
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One of the ones that Midas touched
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Advanced
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One Sister have I in our house,
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Advanced
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One thing of it we borrow
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Advanced
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One Year ago -- jots what?
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Advanced
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Only a Shrine, but Mine --
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Advanced
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Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
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Advanced
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Opinion is a flitting thing,
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Intermediate
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Our journey had advanced --
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Advanced
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Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
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Advanced
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Our little secrets slink away --
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Advanced
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Our lives are Swiss --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Our own possessions--though our own
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Advanced
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Our share of night to bear --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision
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Advanced
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Ourselves were wed one summer--dear--
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Advanced
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Out of sight? What of that?
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Advanced
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Over and over, like a Tune --
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Advanced
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Over the fence
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Pain -- expands the Time --
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Advanced
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Pain has an element of blank
Read by: Angelo Gladding |
Advanced
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Pain has but one Acquaintance
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Advanced
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Papa above!
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Paradise is of the option.
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Advanced
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Paradise is that old mansion
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Advanced
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Partake as doth the Bee,
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Advanced
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Patience -- has a quiet Outer --
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Advanced
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
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Perception of an object costs
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Advanced
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Perhaps I asked too large --
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Advanced
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Perhaps they do not go so far
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Advanced
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Perhaps you think me stooping
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Advanced
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray --
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Advanced
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Pink -- small -- and punctual --
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Advanced
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Poor little Heart!
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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Portraits are to daily faces
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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Power is a familiar growth --
|
Advanced
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Praise it -- 'tis dead --
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Advanced
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Prayer is the little implement
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Advanced
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Precious to Me--She still shall be --
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Advanced
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Presentiment--is that long Shadow--on the Lawn --
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Advanced
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Promise This--When You be Dying--
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Advanced
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Publication -- is the Auction
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Advanced
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Purple -- is fashionable twice --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Beginning
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Put up my lute!
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Advanced
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Read--Sweet--how others--strove--
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Advanced
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Recollect the Face of me
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Advanced
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Remembrance has a Rear and Front
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Advanced
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Remorse-- is Memory-- awake--
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Advanced
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Removed from Accident of Loss
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Advanced
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Renunciation--is a piercing Virtue--
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Advanced
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Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
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Advanced
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Rest at Night
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Advanced
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Reverse cannot befall
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Advanced
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Revolution is the Pod
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Advanced
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Ribbons of the Year --
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Advanced
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Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
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Advanced
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Robbed by Death--but that was easy--
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Advanced
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Safe Despair it is that raves --
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Advanced
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Safe in their Alabaster Chambers --
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Advanced
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Said Death to Passion
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Sang from the Heart, Sire,
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Advanced
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Satisfaction -- is the Agent
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Advanced
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Savior! I've no one else to tell --
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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September's Baccalaureate
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Advanced
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Severer Service of myself
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Advanced
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Shall I take thee, the Poet said
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Advanced
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Shame is the shawl of Pink
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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She bore it till the simple veins
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Advanced
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades--
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Advanced
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She died -- this was the way she died.
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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She died at play,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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She dwelleth in the Ground --
|
Advanced
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She hideth Her the last --
|
Advanced
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She laid her docile Crescent down
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Advanced
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She lay as if at play
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Advanced
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She rose as high as His Occasion
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Advanced
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She rose to His Requirement--dropt
|
Advanced
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She sights a Bird--she chuckles--
|
Advanced
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She slept beneath a tree --
Read by: Bobby Allen |
Advanced
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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Advanced
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She staked her Feathers--Gained an Arc--
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Advanced
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She sweeps with many-colored Brooms --
|
Advanced
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She went as quiet as the Dew
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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She's happy, with a new Content --
|
Advanced
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Shells from the Coast mistaking --
|
Advanced
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Should you but fail at -- Sea --
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Advanced
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Silence is all we dread.
|
Advanced
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Size circumscribes--it has no room
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Advanced
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Sleep is supposed to be
|
Advanced
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Smiling back from Coronation
|
Advanced
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
Advanced
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Snow flakes.
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
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So bashful when I spied her!
|
Advanced
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So from the mould
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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So gay a Flower
|
Intermediate
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So glad we are--a Stranger'd deem
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Advanced
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So has a Daisy vanished
|
Advanced
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So I pull my Stockings off
|
Advanced
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So large my Will
|
Advanced
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So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
|
Advanced
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So much Summer
|
Advanced
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So proud she was to die
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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So set its Sun in Thee
|
Advanced
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So the Eyes accost -- and sunder
|
Advanced
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So well that I can live without --
|
Advanced
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Soft as the massacre of Suns
|
Advanced
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled --
|
Advanced
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Some Days retired from the rest
|
Advanced
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Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --
|
Advanced
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Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
|
Advanced
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Some such Butterfly be seen
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Some things that fly there be --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
|
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Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
|
Advanced
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Some Wretched creature, savior take
|
Advanced
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
Advanced
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Some--Work for Immortality--
|
Advanced
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Somehow myself survived the Night
|
Advanced
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Somewhat, to hope for,
|
Advanced
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Somewhere upon the general Earth
|
Advanced
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Soto! Explore thyself!
|
Advanced
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Soul, take thy risk.
|
Advanced
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Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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South Winds jostle them --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Split the Lark--and you'll find the Music--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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|
Spring comes on the World --
|
Advanced
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Spring is the Period
|
Advanced
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Spurn the temerity --
|
Advanced
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Step lightly on this narrow spot --
|
Advanced
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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
Advanced
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
Advanced
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Success is counted sweetest
|
Advanced
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Such are the inlets of the mind --
|
Advanced
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Such is the Force of Happiness --
|
Advanced
|
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Summer -- we all have seen --
|
Advanced
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
Advanced
|
|
Summer has two Beginnings --
|
Advanced
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Summer laid her simple Hat
|
Advanced
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Sunset at Night -- is natural --
|
Advanced
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|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
Advanced
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Superiority to Fate
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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Surgeons must be very careful
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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Surprise is like a thrilling--pungent--
|
Advanced
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Suspense--is Hostiler than Death--
|
Advanced
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Sweet -- safe -- Houses --
|
Advanced
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Sweet Mountains--Ye tell Me no lie --
|
Advanced
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Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
|
Advanced
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Sweet, to have had them lost
|
Advanced
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Sweet--You forgot--but I remembered
|
Advanced
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Take all away --
|
Advanced
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Take Your Heaven further on --
|
Advanced
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Taken from men -- this morning --
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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Taking up the fair Ideal,
|
Advanced
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
Advanced
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Teach Him -- When He makes the names --
|
Advanced
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Tell as a Marksman--were forgotten
|
Advanced
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Than Heaven more remote,
|
Advanced
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|
That after Horror -- that 'twas us --
|
Advanced
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That Distance was between Us
|
Advanced
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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
|
Advanced
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That I did always love
|
Advanced
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That is solemn we have ended
|
Advanced
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That odd old man is dead a year --
|
Advanced
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That sacred Closet when you sweep--
|
Advanced
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That short -- potential stir
|
Advanced
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That Such have died enable Us
|
Advanced
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That this should feel the need of Death
|
Advanced
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The Admirations--and Contempts--of time
|
Advanced
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The Angle of a Landscape --
|
Advanced
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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
Advanced
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The Bee is not afraid of me.
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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|
The Beggar at the Door for Fame
|
Advanced
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The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
|
Advanced
|
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The Bird did prance--the Bee did play--
|
Advanced
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
Advanced
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
|
Advanced
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The Birds reported from the South --
|
Advanced
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The Black Berry--wears a Thorn in his side--
|
Advanced
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The Body grows without --
|
Advanced
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The Bone that has no Marrow,
|
Advanced
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The Brain, within its Groove
|
Advanced
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The Brain--is wider than the Sky--
|
Advanced
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The Bustle in a House
|
Advanced
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The Butterfly in honored Dust
|
Advanced
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The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
|
Advanced
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The Butterfly's Numidian Gown
|
Advanced
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The Chemical conviction
|
Advanced
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The Child's faith is new --
|
Advanced
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The Clouds their Backs together laid
|
Advanced
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The Clover's simple Fame
|
Advanced
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The Color of a Queen, is this --
|
Advanced
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The Color of the Grave is Green--
|
Advanced
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The Court is far away--
|
Advanced
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The Crickets sang
|
Advanced
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun --
|
Advanced
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The Day came slow--till Five o'clock--
|
Advanced
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The Day grew small, surrounded tight
|
Advanced
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The Day she goes
|
Advanced
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The Day that I was crowned
|
Advanced
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The Day undressed -- Herself --
|
Advanced
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|
The Days that we can spare
|
Advanced
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|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
Advanced
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|
The Devil -- had he fidelity
|
Advanced
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The difference between Despair
|
Advanced
|
|
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise
|
Advanced
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|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea --
|
Advanced
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The Dust behind I strove to join
|
Advanced
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|
The duties of the Wind are few,
|
Advanced
|
|
The Dying need but little, Dear,
|
Advanced
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|
The face I carry with me -- last --
|
Advanced
|
|
The Face we choose to miss --
|
Advanced
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The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
The fairest Home I ever knew
|
Advanced
|
|
The fascinating chill that music leaves
|
Advanced
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|
The feet of people walking home
|
Advanced
|
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
Advanced
|
The first Day that I was a Life
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
The first Day's Night had come--
|
Advanced
|
|
The first We knew of Him was Death
|
Advanced
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|
The Flake the Wind exasperate
|
Advanced
|
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee --
|
Advanced
|
The Frost of Death was on the Pane--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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|
The Frost was never seen --
|
Advanced
|
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The Future -- never spoke --
|
Advanced
|
|
The Gentian has a parched Corolla
|
Advanced
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The Gentian weaves her fringes --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
Advanced
|
|
The Grace--Myself--might not obtain--
|
Advanced
|
|
The Grass so little has to do --
|
Advanced
|
The Guest is gold and crimson --
Read by: Jocelyn Medawar |
Advanced
|
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
Advanced
|
|
The harm of Years is on him --
|
Advanced
|
|
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
|
Advanced
|
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
Advanced
|
|
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind--
|
Intermediate
|
|
The Heaven vests for Each
|
Advanced
|
|
The Hills in Purple syllables
|
Advanced
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|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
Advanced
|
|
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
Advanced
|
|
The incidents of love
|
Advanced
|
|
The Infinite a sudden Guest
|
Advanced
|
|
The inundation of the Spring
|
Advanced
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|
The Judge is like the Owl --
|
Advanced
|
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is--
|
Advanced
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Beginning
|
|
The Lamp burns sure--within--
|
Advanced
|
|
The largest Fire ever known
|
Advanced
|
|
The last Night that She lived
|
Advanced
|
|
The last of Summer is Delight --
|
Advanced
|
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
Advanced
|
|
The Life we have is very great.
|
Advanced
|
|
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
|
Advanced
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|
The Lightning playeth--all the while--
|
Advanced
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|
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
|
Advanced
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The Loneliness One dare not sound --
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Advanced
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The lonesome for they know not What--
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Advanced
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The long sigh of the Frog
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Advanced
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The Love a Life can show Below
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Advanced
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The Luxury to apprehend
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Advanced
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The Malay--took the Pearl--
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Advanced
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The Manner of its Death
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Advanced
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The Martyr Poets -- did not tell --
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Advanced
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The Merchant of the Picturesque
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Advanced
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The Mind lives on the Heart
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Advanced
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The Missing All -- prevented Me
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Advanced
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The Months have ends--theYears--a knot--
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Advanced
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The Moon is distant from the Sea--
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Advanced
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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The Morning after Woe --
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Advanced
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The morns are meeker than they were --
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Advanced
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The most pathetic thing I do
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Advanced
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The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
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Advanced
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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Advanced
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The Mountains -- grow unnoticed --
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Advanced
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The Mountains stood in Haze --
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Advanced
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The Murmur of a Bee
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
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Advanced
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The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants--
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Advanced
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The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
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Advanced
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The nearest Dream recedes--unrealized--
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Advanced
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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Advanced
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The Notice that is called the Spring
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Advanced
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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Advanced
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The only Ghost I ever saw
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Advanced
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The Only News I know
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Advanced
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The Opening and the Close
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Advanced
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The Outer -- from the Inner
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Advanced
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The Past is such a curious Creature
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Advanced
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The Poets light but Lamps --
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Advanced
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The Popular Heart is a Cannon first
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Advanced
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The power to be true to You,
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Advanced
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The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
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Advanced
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The Products of my Farm are these
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Advanced
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The Props assist the House
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Advanced
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The Province of the Saved
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Advanced
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The pungent atom in the Air
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Advanced
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The rainbow never tells me
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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The Rat is the concisest Tenant.
|
Advanced
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The Red--Blaze--is the Morning--
|
Advanced
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The Riddle we can guess
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
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The Road was lit with Moon and star
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Advanced
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The Robin for the Crumb
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Advanced
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The Robin is the One
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Advanced
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune --
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Advanced
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The Rose did caper on her cheek --
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Advanced
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The Sea said "Come" to the Brook--
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Advanced
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The Service without Hope --
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Advanced
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The Show is not the Show
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Advanced
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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Advanced
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The Sky is low--the Clouds are mean.
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Advanced
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The smouldering embers blush --
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Advanced
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The Snow that never drifts --
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Advanced
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The Soul has Bandaged moments--
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Advanced
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The Soul selects her own Society--
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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The Soul should always stand ajar
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Advanced
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The Soul that hath a Guest
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Advanced
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The Soul unto itself
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Advanced
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The Soul's distinct connection
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Advanced
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The Soul's Superior instants
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Advanced
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The Spider as an Artist
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Advanced
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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Advanced
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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
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Advanced
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The spry Arms of the Wind
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Advanced
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The Stars are old, that stood for me
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Advanced
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The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
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Advanced
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The Suburbs of a Secret
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Advanced
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The Sun and Fog contested
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Advanced
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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Advanced
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The Sun is gay or stark
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Advanced
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The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
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Advanced
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The Sun kept setting--setting--still
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Advanced
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The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
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Advanced
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The Sun went down--no Man looked on
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Advanced
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The Sun--just touched the Morning--
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Advanced
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The Sunrise runs for Both --
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Advanced
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
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Advanced
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The Sweetest Heresy received
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Advanced
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The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
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Advanced
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The Symptom of the Gale --
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Advanced
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The Test of Love -- is Death --
|
Advanced
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The things we thought that we should do
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Advanced
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The thought beneath so slight a film --
|
Advanced
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The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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The Treason of an accent
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Advanced
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The Trees like Tassels--hit--and swung--
|
Advanced
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The Truth -- is stirless --
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Advanced
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The vastest earthly Day
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Advanced
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The Veins of other Flowers
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Advanced
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The Voice that stands for Floods to me
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Advanced
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The Way I read a Letter's--this--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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The Way to know the Bobolink
|
Advanced
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The Well upon the Brook
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Advanced
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The Whole of it came not at once --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass --
|
Advanced
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard--today--
|
Advanced
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The Wind took up the Northern Things
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Advanced
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The Wind--tapped like a tired Man--
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Advanced
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The Winters are so short --
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Advanced
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The Work of Her that went,
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Advanced
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The World -- feels Dusty
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Advanced
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The World-stands-solemner-to me
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Advanced
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The worthlessness of Earthly things
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Advanced
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The Zeroes--taught us--Phosphorous--
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Advanced
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Their Barricade against the Sky
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Advanced
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not --
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Advanced
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Themself are all I have --
|
Advanced
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There are two Ripenings--one--of sight--
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Advanced
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There came a Day at Summer's full,
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Advanced
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There is a finished feeling
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Advanced
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There is a flower that Bees prefer --
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Advanced
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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Advanced
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There is a Languor of the Life
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Advanced
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There is a morn by men unseen --
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Advanced
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There is a pain -- so utter --
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Advanced
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There is a Shame of Nobleness --
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Advanced
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There is a strength in proving that it can be born
|
Advanced
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There is a word
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Advanced
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There is a Zone whose even Years
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Advanced
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There is an arid Pleasure --
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Advanced
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There is another Loneliness
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Advanced
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There is another sky,
|
Advanced
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There is no Frigate like a Book
Read by: Ellie Wen |
Advanced
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There is no Silence in the Earth--so silent
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Advanced
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There's a certain Slant of light,
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
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There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
|
Advanced
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There's something quieter than sleep
|
Advanced
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There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
|
Advanced
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These -- saw Visions --
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Advanced
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These are the days when Birds come back --
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Advanced
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These are the Nights that Beetles love--
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Advanced
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These are the Signs to Nature's Inns
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Advanced
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These Fevered Days--to take them to the Forest
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Advanced
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These held their Wick above the West
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Advanced
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These Strangers, in a foreign World,
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Advanced
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These tested Our Horizon --
|
Advanced
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They ask but our Delight --
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Advanced
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They called me to the Window, for
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Advanced
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They dropped like Flakes --
|
Advanced
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They have a little Odor--that to me
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Advanced
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They leave us with the Infinite.
|
Advanced
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They might not need me--yet they might--
|
Intermediate
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They put Us far apart --
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Advanced
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They say that "Time assuages" --
|
Advanced
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They shut me up in Prose --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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They won't frown always--some sweet Day
|
Advanced
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This Bauble was preferred of Bees--
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Advanced
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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
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Advanced
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
Advanced
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This dirty -- little -- Heart
|
Advanced
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This Dust, and its Feature --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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This heart that broke so long --
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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This is a Blossom of the Brain --
|
Advanced
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This is my letter to the World
|
Advanced
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This is the place they hoped before,
|
Advanced
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This Merit hath the worst --
|
Advanced
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This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
Advanced
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This slow Day moved along --
|
Advanced
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This that would greet--an hour ago--
|
Advanced
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This was a Poet -- It is That
|
Advanced
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This was in the White of the Year --
|
Advanced
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This World is not Conclusion.
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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This--is the land--the Sunset washes--
|
Advanced
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Tho' I get home how late -- how late --
|
Advanced
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Tho' my destiny be Fustian --
|
Advanced
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Those cattle smaller than a Bee
|
Advanced
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Those fair--fictitious People--
|
Advanced
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Those not live yet
|
Advanced
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Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
Advanced
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Three times--we parted--Breath--and I--
|
Advanced
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Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her
|
Advanced
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Through lane it lay -- through bramble --
|
Advanced
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Through the Dark Sod--as Education--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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Through the strait pass of suffering --
|
Advanced
|
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Through what transports of Patience
|
Advanced
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Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
|
Advanced
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Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
|
Advanced
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Time does go on --
|
Advanced
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Time feels so vast that were it not
|
Advanced
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Time's wily Chargers will not wait
|
Advanced
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Title divine -- is mine!
|
Advanced
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To be alive -- is Power --
|
Advanced
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To break so vast a Heart
|
Advanced
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To die -- without the Dying
|
Advanced
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To die-- takes just a little while--
|
Advanced
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To disappear enhances --
|
Advanced
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To earn it by disdaining it
|
Advanced
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To fight aloud, is very brave --
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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To fill a Gap
|
Advanced
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To flee from memory
|
Advanced
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To hang our head -- ostensibly --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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To hear an Oriole sing
|
Advanced
|
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To help our Bleaker Parts
|
Advanced
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To his simplicity
Read by: Kelsey Weber |
Intermediate
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
Advanced
|
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To know just how He suffered--would be dear--
|
Advanced
|
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To learn the Transport by the Pain --
|
Advanced
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To lose one's faith -- surpass
|
Advanced
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To love thee Year by Year --
|
Advanced
|
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To make One's Toilette--after Death
|
Advanced
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To make Routine a Stimulus
|
Advanced
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To mend each tattered Faith
|
Advanced
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To my quick ear the Leaves--conferred
|
Advanced
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To my small Hearth His fire came --
|
Advanced
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To offer brave assistance
|
Advanced
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To One denied to drink
|
Advanced
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To own a Susan of my own
|
Advanced
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To own the Art within the Soul
|
Advanced
|
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To pile like Thunder to its close
|
Advanced
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To put this World down, like a Bundle--
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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To see the Summer Sky
|
Intermediate
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|
To the stanch Dust
|
Advanced
|
|
To this World she returned.
|
Advanced
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To undertake is to achieve
|
Advanced
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To venerate the simple days
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
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To wait an Hour -- is long --
|
Advanced
|
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To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
|
Advanced
|
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Too cold is this
|
Advanced
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Too few the mornings be,
|
Advanced
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Too little way the House must lie
|
Advanced
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Too scanty 'twas to die for you,
|
Advanced
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Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
|
Advanced
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Triumph--may be of several kinds--
|
Advanced
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Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
|
Advanced
|
|
Trust adjust her "Peradventure"--
|
Advanced
|
|
Trust in the Unexpected --
|
Advanced
|
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Trusty as the stars
|
Advanced
|
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Truth -- is as old as God --
|
Advanced
|
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Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
Advanced
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Two -- were immortal twice --
|
Advanced
|
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Two Butterflies went out at Noon --
|
Advanced
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Two Lengths has every Day --
|
Advanced
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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar --
|
Advanced
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Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
Advanced
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Unable are the Loved to die
|
Advanced
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|
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre
|
Advanced
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Under the Light, yet under,
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Beginning
|
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
Advanced
|
|
Unfulfilled to Observation --
|
Advanced
|
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
Advanced
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Until the Desert knows
|
Advanced
|
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Unto like Story--Trouble has enticed me--
|
Advanced
|
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Unto my Books--so good to turn--
|
Advanced
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Unto the Whole -- how add?
|
Advanced
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Unworthy of her Breast
|
Advanced
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Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle
|
Advanced
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|
Upon a Lilac Sea
|
Advanced
|
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
Advanced
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Victory comes late --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
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|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
Advanced
|
|
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
|
Advanced
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|
Water makes many Beds
|
Advanced
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Water, is taught by thirst.
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
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We can but follow to the Sun --
Read by: Gary Bodwin |
Intermediate
|
|
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face --
|
Advanced
|
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We do not know the time we lose --
|
Advanced
|
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We do not play on Graves --
|
Advanced
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We don't cry -- Tim and I,
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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We dream--it is good we are dreaming--
|
Advanced
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We grow accustomed to the Dark--
|
Advanced
|
|
We introduce ourselves
|
Advanced
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We knew not that we were to live--
|
Advanced
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We learn in the retreating
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
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We learned the Whole of Love --
|
Advanced
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We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
|
Advanced
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We like March.
|
Advanced
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We lose -- because we win --
|
Advanced
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We met as Sparks--Diverging Flints
|
Advanced
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We miss a Kinsman more
|
Advanced
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We miss Her, not because We see--
|
Advanced
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We never know how high we are
|
Advanced
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We outgrow love, like other things
|
Advanced
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We play at Paste --
|
Advanced
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We pray -- to Heaven --
|
Advanced
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We see -- Comparatively --
|
Advanced
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We should not mind so small a flower --
|
Advanced
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We shun because we prize her Face
|
Advanced
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We talked as Girls do --
|
Advanced
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We talked with each other about each other
|
Advanced
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We thirst at first--'tis Nature's Act--
|
Advanced
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We'll pass without the parting
|
Advanced
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We--Bee and I--live by the quaffing--
|
Advanced
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Went up a year this evening!
|
Advanced
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Were it but Me that gained the Height
|
Advanced
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Were it to be the last
|
Advanced
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Wert Thou but ill--that I might show thee
|
Advanced
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer--
|
Advanced
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What did They do since I saw Them?
|
Advanced
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what I can do -- I will --
|
Advanced
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What I see not, I better see --
|
Advanced
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What if I say I shall not wait!
|
Advanced
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What Inn is this
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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|
What is -- "Paradise" --
|
Advanced
|
|
What mystery pervades a well!
|
Advanced
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What shall I do -- it whimpers so --
Read by: Mark Eckardt |
Advanced
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|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
Advanced
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What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures --
|
Advanced
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|
What tenements of clover
|
Advanced
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What Twigs We held by --
|
Advanced
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What we see we know somewhat
|
Advanced
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What would I give to see his face?
|
Advanced
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Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
|
Advanced
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When a Lover is a Beggar
|
Advanced
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When Bells stop ringing--Church--begins
|
Advanced
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When Diamonds are a Legend,
|
Advanced
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When Etna basks and purrs
|
Advanced
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When I count the seeds
|
Advanced
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
Advanced
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When I hoped I feared --
|
Advanced
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When I hoped, I recollect
|
Advanced
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When I was small, a Woman died--
|
Advanced
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her
|
Advanced
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When Memory is full
|
Advanced
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When Night is almost done --
|
Advanced
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When One has given up One's life
|
Advanced
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
|
Advanced
|
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
Advanced
|
|
When they come back--if Blossoms do
|
Advanced
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When we stand on the tops of Things--
Read by: Jan Stewart |
Advanced
|
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Where bells no more affright the morn --
|
Advanced
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Where I have lost, I softer tread --
|
Advanced
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|
Where Ships of Purple--gently toss--
|
Advanced
|
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Where Thou art--that--is Home--
|
Advanced
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Whether my bark went down at sea --
Read by: Jeff Kiok |
Advanced
|
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Whether they have forgotten
|
Advanced
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Which is best? Heaven --
|
Advanced
|
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Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
|
Advanced
|
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While Asters --
|
Advanced
|
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While it is alive
|
Advanced
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While we were fearing it, it came--
|
Advanced
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|
White as an Indian Pipe
|
Advanced
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Who Court obtain within Himself
|
Advanced
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
Advanced
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Who goes to dine must take his Feast
|
Advanced
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Who is the East?
|
Advanced
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Who never lost, are unprepared
|
Advanced
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Who never wanted--maddest Joy
|
Advanced
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Who occupies this House?
|
Advanced
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Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
|
Advanced
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Who were "the Father and the Son"
|
Advanced
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Whoever disenchants
|
Advanced
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Whole Gulfs--of Red, and Fleets--of Red--
|
Advanced
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
Advanced
|
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Whose cheek is this?
|
Advanced
|
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Whose Pink career may have a close
|
Advanced
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Why make it doubt--it hurts it so--
|
Advanced
|
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Why--do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
Advanced
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|
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!
|
Advanced
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
Read by: Scott Becker |
Advanced
|
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Winter is good--his Hoar Delights
|
Advanced
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|
With Pinions of Disdain
|
Advanced
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|
With thee, in the Desert --
|
Advanced
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
Advanced
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Within my reach!
|
Advanced
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Without a smile -- Without a Throe
|
Advanced
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Without this -- there is nought --
|
Advanced
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Wolfe demanded during dying
|
Advanced
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|
Wonder--is not precisely Knowing
|
Advanced
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
|
Advanced
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|
Yesterday is History,
|
Advanced
|
|
You cannot put a Fire out --
|
Advanced
|
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You cannot take itself
|
Advanced
|
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You constituted Time --
|
Advanced
|
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon--
|
Advanced
|
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You left me--Sire--two Legacies--
|
Advanced
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You love me -- you are sure --
|
Advanced
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You love the Lord--you cannot see--
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You said that I "was Great"--one Day--
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You see I cannot see--your lifetime--
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You taught me Waiting with Myself --
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You'll find--it when you try to die--
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You'll know Her -- by Her Foot --
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You'll know it--as you know 'tis Noon--
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You're right--
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You've seen Balloons set--Haven't You?
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Your Riches--taught me--Poverty.
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Your thoughts don't have words every day
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