|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
41
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
115
|
47%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
50
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
54
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
243
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
24
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
36
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
85
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
37
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
124
|
51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
87
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
57
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A light exists in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Secret told
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A slash of Blue
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
After a hundred years
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Ample make this bed.
|
26
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Answer July
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Fame is a bee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
I asked no other thing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I Died For Beauty
|
30
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I gained it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I gave myself to Him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I had a guinea golden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I had no Cause to be awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I have a Bird in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I like a look of Agony
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I lived on Dread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I often passed the village
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I shall keep singing!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I tend my flowers for thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
In lands I never saw—they say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
It might be lonelier
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
1
|
0%
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175
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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176
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Life—is what we make of it
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Make me a picture of the sun
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179
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Me from Myself—to banish
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180
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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181
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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182
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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183
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My life closed twice
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My life had stood
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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189
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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190
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Never for Society
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191
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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192
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No Rack can torture me
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Of all the souls that stand create
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194
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Of Being is a Bird
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195
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On a Columnar Self
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196
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One and One—are One
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197
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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198
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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199
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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200
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Pain has an element of blank;
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201
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Poor little Heart!
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202
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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203
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Put up my lute!
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204
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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205
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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206
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Remorse
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207
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Removed from Accident of Loss
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208
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Renunciation
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209
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Rest at Night
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210
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Reverse cannot befall
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211
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Ribbons of the Year
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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Savior! I've no one else to tell
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Severer Service of myself
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215
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She bore it till the simple veins
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216
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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7
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217
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She hideth Her the last
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218
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She rose to His Requirement
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219
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She slept beneath a tree
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220
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
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222
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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224
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She's happy, with a new Content
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225
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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226
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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3%
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227
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
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228
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Sleep is supposed to be
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229
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Smiling back from Coronation
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230
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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231
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Snow flakes
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232
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So bashful when I spied her!
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233
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So from the mould
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234
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
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235
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So has a Daisy vanished
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236
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So much Summer
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237
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So set its Sun in Thee
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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So well that I can live without
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240
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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241
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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242
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Some things that fly there be
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243
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Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
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South Winds jostle them
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Sown in dishonor
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246
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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6%
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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0
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248
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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
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0
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249
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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2
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0
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250
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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44
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18%
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0
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251
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Summer Shower
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0
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252
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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2
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253
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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0
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254
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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255
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Tell All The Truth
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14
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5%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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That I did always love
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0
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257
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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2
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0
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0%
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|
258
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The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
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1%
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0
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|
259
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
7
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2%
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0
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260
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
23
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9%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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The bustle in a house
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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262
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The Chariot
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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263
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The Child's faith is new
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1
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0
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0%
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264
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
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1
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0%
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0
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265
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The feet of people walking home
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1
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0
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266
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The Fingers of the Light
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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The first Day that I was a Life
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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268
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The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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269
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The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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270
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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2
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0
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0%
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271
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The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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The Mystery of Pain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
277
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
279
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The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
281
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
283
|
The sweetest Heresy received
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
287
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
There is another sky
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
303
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
306
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
310
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
311
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
9
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
What Inn is this
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
318
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
320
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
323
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
332
|
You're right—
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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