|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
75
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
116
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
87
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
1495
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
362
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
44
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
66
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
36
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
111
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
46
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
177
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
93
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
71
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
15
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
21
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
21
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
25
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
22
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
20
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
10
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
13
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
13
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
16
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ample make this bed.
|
18
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
41
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bound—a trouble
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Come Slowly
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Exultation is the going
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I bring an unaccustomed wine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I can wade Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I could not drink it, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I could suffice for Him, I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I cross till I am weary
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I Died For Beauty
|
50
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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175
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I felt my life with both my hands
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176
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I gave myself to Him
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177
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I had a guinea golden
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had not minded—Walls
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181
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I have a King, who does not speak
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182
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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183
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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184
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I hide myself within my flower
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185
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I know that He exists
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186
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I like a look of Agony
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187
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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188
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I live with Him—I see His face
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189
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I many times thought Peace had come
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190
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I meant to find Her when I came
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191
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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192
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I never felt at Home—Below
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193
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I Never Saw a Moor
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6
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194
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I play at Riches—to appease
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195
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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196
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I reason, Earth is short
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197
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I reckon—when I count it all
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198
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I robbed the Woods
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199
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I send Two Sunsets
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3
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200
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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201
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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3
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202
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I stepped from plank to plank
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203
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I took my Power in my Hand
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204
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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205
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I years had been from home,
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206
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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8
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207
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If anybody's friend be dead
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208
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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11
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209
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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210
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If I should die
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1
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211
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If pain for peace prepares
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1
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212
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If recollecting were forgetting
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1
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213
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If your Nerve, deny you
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3
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214
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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1
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215
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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3
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216
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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19
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1%
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217
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It can't be "Summer"!
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4
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218
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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219
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It did not surprise me
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220
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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221
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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222
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It might be lonelier
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223
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It struck me every day
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1
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224
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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3
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225
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It's all I have to bring today
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226
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
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227
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It's easy to invent a Life
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1
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228
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It's like the light, --
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229
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It's such a little thing to weep
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1
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230
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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1
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231
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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1
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0
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232
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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2
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0
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233
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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1
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234
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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1
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0
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235
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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236
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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1
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0
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237
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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238
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Mama never forgets her birds
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2
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0
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239
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Many a phrase has the English language
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1
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0%
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0
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240
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Me from Myself—to banish
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1
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0
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241
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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3
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0
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242
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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1
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0
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243
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My friend must be a Bird
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2
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0
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244
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My Garden—like the Beach
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1
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0
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245
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My life closed twice
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2
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0
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0%
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246
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My nosegays are for captives;
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1
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0
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247
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My River runs to thee
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2
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0
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248
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
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Nature is what we see—
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1
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0
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0%
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250
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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2
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0
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251
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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1
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0%
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0
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252
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New feet within my garden go
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1
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0
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253
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No matter—now—Sweet
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1
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0
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254
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
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0
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|
255
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No Prisoner be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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No Romance sold unto
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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Not in this world to see his face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
260
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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On this wondrous sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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One and One—are One
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
265
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One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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One Life of so much Consequence!
|
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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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
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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One Sister have I in our house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
271
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Our journey had advanced;
|
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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Our Lives Are Swiss
|
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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Our share of night to bear
|
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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Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
275
|
Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
276
|
Pain Has An Element
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
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Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
279
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
6
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
292
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
293
|
Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Snow flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
So much Summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
36
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
29
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Tell All The Truth
|
27
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
26
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The Day Came Slow
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The difference between Despair
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The last Night that She lived
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Morning after Woe
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
11
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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348
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There is a pain—so utter
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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There is another sky
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17
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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There is no frigate like a book
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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They dropped like flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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They put Us far apart
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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3
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
355
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This is a Blossom of the Brain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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This is my letter to the world,
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2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
357
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This that would greet—an hour ago
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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This World is not Conclusion
|
3
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
359
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
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1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
360
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
14
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
12
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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