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XLIII. Joy in Death.
IF tolling bell I ask the cause.
'A soul has gone to God,'
I'm answered in a lonesome tone;
Is heaven then so sad?
That bells should joyful ring to tell
A soul had gone to heaven,
Would seem to me the proper way
A good news should be given.
I. Life
- I. Real Riches.
- II. Superiority to Fate.
- III. Hope.
- IV. Forbidden Fruit. I.
- V. Forbidden Fruit. II.
- VI. A Word.
- VII. To venerate the simple days
- VIII. Life's Trades.
- IX. Drowning is not so pitiful
- X. How still the bells in steeples stand
- XI. If the foolish call them 'flowers,'
- XII. A Syllable.
- XIII. Parting.
- XIV. Aspiration.
- XV. The Inevitable.
- XVI. A Book.
- XVII. Who has not found the heaven below
- XVIII. A Portrait.
- XIX. I Had a Guinea Golden.
- XX. Saturday Afternoon.
- XXI. Few get enough, -- enough is one
- XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch
- XXIII. The Lost Thought.
- XXIV. Reticence.
- XXV. With Flowers.
- XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard
- XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot
- XXVIII. Contrast.
- XXIX. Friends.
- XXX. Fire.
- XXXI. A Man.
- XXXII. Ventures.
- XXXIII. Griefs.
- XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak
- XXXV. Disenchantment.
- XXXVI. Lost Faith.
- XXXVII. Lost Joy.
- XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat
- XXXIX. Life, and Death, and Giants
- XL. Alpine Glow.
- XLI. Remembrance.
- XLII. To hang our head ostensibly
- XLIII. The Brain.
- XLIV. The bone that has no marrow
- XLV. The Past.
- XLVI. To help our bleaker parts
- XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures
- XLVIII. Desire.
- XLIX. Philosophy.
- L. Power.
- LI. A modest lot, a fame petite
- LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss
- LIII. Experience.
- LIV. Thanksgiving Day.
- LV. Childish Griefs.
II. Love
- I. Consecration.
- II. Love's Humility.
- III. Love.
- IV. Satisfied.
- V. With a Flower.
- VI. Song.
- VII. Loyalty.
- VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
- IX. Poor little heart!
- X. Forgotten.
- XI. I've got an arrow here
- XII. The Master.
- XIII. Heart, we will forget him!
- XIV. Father, I bring thee not myself
- XV. We outgrow love like other things
- XVI. Not with a club the heart is broken
- XVII. Who?
- XVIII. He touched me, so I live to know
- XIX. Dreams.
- XX. Numen Lumen.
- XXI. Longing.
- XXII. Wedded.
III. Nature
- I. Nature's Changes.
- II. The Tulip.
- III. A light exists in spring
- IV. The Waking Year.
- V. To March.
- VI. March.
- VII. Dawn.
- VIII. A murmur in the trees to note
- IX. Morning is the place for dew
- X. To my quick ear the leaves conferred
- XI. A Rose.
- XII. High from the earth I heard a bird
- XIII. Cobwebs.
- XIV. A Well.
- XV. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
- XVI. The Wind.
- XVII. A dew sufficed itself
- XVIII. The Woodpecker.
- XIX. A Snake.
- XX. Could I but ride indefinite
- XXI. The Moon.
- XXII. The Bat.
- XXIII. The Balloon.
- XXIV. Evening.
- XXV. Cocoon.
- XXVI. Sunset.
- XXVII. Aurora.
- XXVIII. The Coming of Night.
- XXIX. Aftermath.
IV. Time and Eternity
- I. This world is not conclusion
- II. We learn in the retreating
- III. They say that 'time assuages,'
- IV. We cover thee, sweet face
- V. Ending.
- VI. The stimulus, beyond the grave
- VII. Given in marriage unto thee
- VIII. That such have died enables us
- IX. They won't frown always
- X. Immortality.
- XI. The distance that the dead have gone
- XII. How dare the robins sing
- XIII. Death.
- XIV. Unwarned.
- XV. Each that we lose takes part of us
- XVI. Not any higher stands the grave
- XVII. Asleep.
- XVIII. The Spirit.
- XIX. The Monument.
- XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers
- XXI. Immortal is an ample word
- XXII. Where every bird is bold to go
- XXIII. The grave my little cottage is
- XXIV. This was in the white of the year
- XXV. Sweet hours have perished here
- XXVI. Me! Come! My dazzled face
- XXVII. Invisible.
- XXVIII. I wish I knew that woman's name
- XXIX. Trying to Forget.
- XXX. I felt a funeral in my brain
- XXXI. I meant to find her when I came
- XXXII. Waiting.
- XXXIII. A sickness of this world it most occasions
- XXXIV. Superfluous were the sun
- XXXV. So proud she was to die
- XXXVI. Farewell.
- XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear
- XXXVIII. Dead.
- XXXIX. The soul should always stand ajar
- XL. Three weeks passed since I had seen her
- XLI. I breathed enough to learn the trick
- XLII. I wonder if the sepulchre
- XLIII. Joy in Death.
- XLIV. If I may have it when it's dead
- XLV. Before the ice is in the pools
- XLVI. Dying.
- XLVII. Adrift! A little boat adrift!
- XLVIII. There's been a death in the opposite house
- XLIX. We never know we go, -- when we are going
- L. The Soul's Storm.
- LI. Water is taught by thirst
- LII. Thirst.
- LIII. A clock stopped -- not the mantel's
- LIV. Charlotte Brontë's Grave.
- LV. A toad can die of light!
- LVI. Far from love the Heavenly Father
- LVII. Sleeping.
- LVIII. Retrospect.
- LIX. Eternity.
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