214 I taste a liquor never brewed 156
216 Safe in their Alabaster Chambers 156
241 I like a look of Agony 156
249 Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
258 There's a certain Slant of light 157
290 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain 158
285 The Robin's my Criterion for Tune 158
287 A clock stopped 159
301 I reason, Earth is short 159
303 The Soul selects her own Society 160
311 Ut sifts from Leaden Sieves 160
314 Nature - sometimes sears a sapling 161
324 Some keep the Sabbath going to Church 161
328 A bird came down the Walk 161
338 I know that He exists 162
341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes 163
401 What Soft- Cherubic creatures 163
414 'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch 163
435 Much Madness is divinest Sense 164
441 This is my letter to the world 164
448 This was a Poet- It is That 165
449 I died for Beauty- but was scarce 165
465 I heard a Fly buzz- when I died 166
505 I would not paint - a picture 166
510 It was not Death, for I stood up 167
520 I started Early - Took my Dog 167
528 Mine- by the Right of the White Election! 168
536 The Heart asks Pleasure - first 168
556 The Brain, within its Groove 169
561 I measure every Grief I meet 169
585 I like to see it lap the Miles 170
632 The Brain - is wider than the sky 171
640 I cannot live with You 171
650 Pain - has an Element of Blank 172
657 I dwell in Possibility 173
670 One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted 173
709 Publication - is the Auction 174
712 Because I could not stop for Death 174
745 Renunciation- is a piercing virtue 175
754 My life had stood - a Loaded Gun 175
764 Presentiment - is that long Shadow - on the Lawn 176
976 Death is a Dialogue between 176
986 A narrow Fellow in the Grass 176
997 Crumbling is not an instant's Act 177