508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs— The name They dropped …
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As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train …
Read Poem »I’m – Emily Dickinson
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m …
Read Poem »Along the field as we came by
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, …
Read Poem »I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon …
Read Poem »1887
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have …
Read Poem »I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat! Who knows—but …
Read Poem »I’ll clutch—and clutch
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touch— Could …
Read Poem »I years had been from home
I years had been from home, And now, before the …
Read Poem »I Years had been from Home
I Years had been from Home And now before the …
Read Poem »I would not paint—a picture
505 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the …
Read Poem »I would distil a cup
16 I would distill a cup, And bear to all …
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