|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
45
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
105
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
45
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
45
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
300
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
28
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
55
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
49
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
All these my banners be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Ample make this bed.
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
By The Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Chartless
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Come Slowly
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Delight is as the flight
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Fame is a bee
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
From Blank to Blank
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Give little Anguish
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Good night, because we must
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I Died For Beauty
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I had some things that I called mine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I like a look of Agony
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I lived on dread; to those who know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I made slow Riches but my Gain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I make His Crescent fill or lack
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I rose—because He sank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I see thee better—in the Dark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I shall keep singing!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I showed her Heights she never saw
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I started Early - Took my Dog
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I think the longest Hour of all
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I was the slightest in the House
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
If I'm lost—now
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
If your Nerve, deny you
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I'll clutch—and clutch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
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174
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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I'm
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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In lands I never saw—they say
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In rags mysterious as these
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It's all I have to bring today
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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Life—is what we make of it
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Make me a picture of the sun
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My River runs to thee
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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New feet within my garden go
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
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Out of sight? What of that?
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Pain—expands the Time
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Remorse—is Memory—awake
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She died—this was the way she died
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
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That Distance was between Us
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That I did always love
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Birds reported from the South
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The Body grows without
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The Brain, within its Groove
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The braind within its groove
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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The bustle in a house
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The bustle in a house
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The Chariot
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The Chemical conviction
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The Child's faith is new
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The Color of a Queen, is this
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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The Court is far away
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The cricket sang,
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The Heart has narrow Banks
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
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The Love a Life can show Below
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The morns are meeker than they were
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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The Murmur of a Bee
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The Mystery of Pain
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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The name—of it—is
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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The only ghost I ever saw
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The Only News I know
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The Outer—from the Inner
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The pedigree of honey
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The Poets light but Lamps
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The power to be true to You
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The Province of the Saved
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The Railway Train
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The Robin is the One
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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The Truth—is stirless
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
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The Winters are so short
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The Woodpecker
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3
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1%
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The World—feels Dusty
|
3
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1%
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279
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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1
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0
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280
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The World—feels Dusty
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4
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1%
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281
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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3
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1%
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0
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282
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
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3
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283
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
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3
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
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285
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There came a Day at Summer's full
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3
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286
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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3
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1%
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0
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287
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There is a finished feeling
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3
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1%
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288
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
3
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1%
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289
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There is a June when Corn is cut
|
3
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1%
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290
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There is a Languor of the Life
|
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291
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There is a morn by men unseen
|
3
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292
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There is a pain—so utter
|
5
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293
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There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
3
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1%
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There is a word
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2
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There is an arid Pleasure
|
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296
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There is another sky
|
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7%
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0
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297
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There is no frigate like a book
|
6
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2%
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298
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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299
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There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
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300
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There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
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0
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301
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These are the days when Birds come back
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2
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302
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These tested Our Horizon
|
2
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0%
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0
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303
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These—saw Visions
|
6
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2%
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0
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304
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They ask but our Delight
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
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They called me to the Window, for
|
4
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1%
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306
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They dropped like flakes
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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307
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They have a little Odor—that to me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
15
|
5%
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0
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|
309
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They have not chosen me, he said,
|
2
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0%
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0
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310
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They leave us with the Infinite
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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They put Us far apart
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
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They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
313
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
315
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This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
316
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
This heart that broke so long
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
320
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This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
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This is my letter to the world,
|
4
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1%
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|
322
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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This Merit hath the worst
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
8
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2%
|
0
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0%
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|
329
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This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
330
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
331
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
334
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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
335
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Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
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|
336
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
3
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1%
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0
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|
337
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Through the strait pass of suffering
|
3
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1%
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0%
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|
338
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
340
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
341
|
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
342
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
343
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
344
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
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'Tis One by One — the Father counts
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3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
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3
|
1%
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0
|
0%
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|
348
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'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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3
|
1%
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0
|
0%
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|
350
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
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3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
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'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
To die
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3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
To die—takes just a little while
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4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
To fill a Gap
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
We lose—because we win
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
We play at paste,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
We see—Comparatively
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
When I count the seeds
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
While Asters—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Woodpecker, The
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|