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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I 'll tell you how the sun rose
121
I lost a world the other day
199
I many times thought peace had come
40
I 'm ceded, I 've stopped being theirs
153
I meant to find her when I came
238
I meant to have but modest needs,
23
I measure every grief I meet
61
Immortal is an ample word
234
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!
293
I'm nobody! Who are you?
17
I'm thinking of that other morn,
293
I'm wife; I've finished that,
155
I never heard the word "escape"
22
I never lost as much but twice,
201
I never saw a moor,
188
I never told the buried gold
273
In lands I never saw, they say,
164
I noticed people disappeared,
211
In winter, in my room,
284
I read my sentence steadily,
204
I reason, earth is short,
192
Is bliss, then, such abyss
70
I see thee better in the dark,
288
I send two Sunsets —
278
I shall know why, when time is over,
200
Is Heaven a physician?
27
I should have been too glad, I see,
29
I should not dare to leave my friend,
222
I showed her heights she never saw —
308
I sing to use the waiting,
239
I started early, took my dog,
88
I stepped from plank to plank
71
I taste a liquor never brewed,
14
It can't be summer,—that got through;
104
It dropped so low in my regard
63
I think just how my shape will rise
224
I think that the root of the Wind is Water,
276
I think the hemlock likes to stand
125
It makes no difference abroad,
120
It might be easier
69
I took my power in my hand
33
It's all I have to bring to-day
144
It sifts from leaden sieves,
106
It's like the light, —
134
It sounded as if the streets were running,
97
It's such a little thing to weep,
50
It struck me every day
248
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