|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
103
|
20%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
199
|
39%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
131
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
110
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
503
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
50
|
9%
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0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
73
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
52
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
151
|
30%
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0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
57
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
257
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51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
154
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
103
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
20
|
3%
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0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
27
|
5%
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0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
24
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
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A doubt if it be Us
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
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
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
19
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A slash of Blue
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
20
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A toad can die of light!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After a hundred years
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
33
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Ample make this bed.
|
26
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An English Breeze
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An everywhere of silver
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Apology for Her
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
38
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As if the Sea should part
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
At last, to be identified!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
28
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Bird
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
By The Sea
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Chartless
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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Expectation—is Contentment
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Experience is the Angled Road
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Exultation is the going
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
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Faith
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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Fame is a bee
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Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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Finding is the first Act
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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First Robin
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Fitter to see Him, I may be
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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For Death—or rather
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For each ecstatic instant
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For every Bird a Nest
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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Forever at His side to walk
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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From Blank to Blank
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Glee—The great storm is over
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Going to Heaven!
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Good night, because we must
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Gratitude—is not the mention
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Grief is a Mouse
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Had I presumed to hope
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He found my Being—set it up
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He put the Belt around my life
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He strained my faith
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He touched me, so I live to know
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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Her—
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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Her—"last Poems"
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How happy is the little Stone
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I asked no other thing
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I dwell in Possibility
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21
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242
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I felt my life with both my hands
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247
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I gave myself to Him
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248
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I got so I could take his name
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249
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I had been hungry all the years-
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250
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I had not minded—Walls
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251
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I had some things that I called mine
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252
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I have never seen
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255
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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5
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256
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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3
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0
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257
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I hide myself within my flower
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3
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258
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I know that He exists
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2
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259
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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1
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0
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260
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
|
1
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0
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261
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I like a look of Agony
|
27
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5%
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262
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I like to see it lap the miles,
|
23
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4%
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0
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|
263
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I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
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0
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|
264
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I lived on Dread
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1
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0
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|
265
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I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
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0
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266
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
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1
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0
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267
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I meant to have but modest needs
|
1
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0
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|
268
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I met a King this afternoon!
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1
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0
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269
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I never felt at Home—Below
|
1
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0
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|
270
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I Never Saw a Moor
|
24
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4%
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0
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|
271
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I read my sentence—steadily
|
2
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0
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272
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I reason, Earth is short
|
3
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0
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273
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I robbed the Woods
|
2
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0
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274
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I rose—because He sank
|
2
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0
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|
275
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
276
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I send Two Sunsets
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
I shall keep singing!
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
I started Early - Took my Dog
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
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I stepped from plank to plank
|
12
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
280
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I tend my flowers for thee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
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I think I was enchanted
|
5
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0
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0%
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|
282
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I think just how my shape will rise
|
1
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0
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|
283
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
|
1
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0
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|
284
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I think the longest Hour of all
|
3
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0
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|
285
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
286
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
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I took my Power in my Hand
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
288
|
I want—it pleaded—All its life—
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
I was the slightest in the House
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
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I went to heaven,--
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
I would not paint—a picture
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
8
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
293
|
If any sink, assure that this, now standing
|
1
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0
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|
294
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
If He were living—dare I ask
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
27
|
5%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
299
|
If it had no pencil
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
If pain for peace prepares
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
If recollecting were forgetting
|
2
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
If those I loved were lost
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
If your Nerve, deny you
|
8
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
305
|
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
I'm
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
39
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
In falling Timbers buried
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
312
|
In lands I never saw—they say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
In rags mysterious as these
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Is Bliss then, such Abyss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
It always felt to me—a wrong
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
317
|
It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
It might be lonelier
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
It struck me every day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
It will be Summer—eventually
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
It's like the light, --
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
I've none to tell me to but Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Least Bee that brew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Least Rivers—docile to some sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Let Us play Yesterday
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Like eyes that looked on Wastes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Like her the Saints retire
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Low at my problem bending
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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Mama never forgets her birds
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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Most she touched me by her muteness
|
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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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
10
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
356
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
27
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5%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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My friend must be a Bird
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
|
My life closed twice
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
My life had stood
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
361
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
362
|
My Reward for Being, was This
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
363
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
364
|
Nature is what we see—
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
365
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
366
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
|
Never for Society
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
368
|
No Crowd that has occurred
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
370
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
No Romance sold unto
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
9
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
373
|
None can experience sting
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
On this wondrous sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
384
|
One and One—are One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
385
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
387
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Over the fence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Renunciation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Some things that fly there be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
32
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
61
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Taking up the fair Ideal
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Tell All The Truth
|
292
|
58%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
That I did always love
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
That is solemn we have ended
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
The Body grows without
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
188
|
37%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
42
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
The bustle in a house
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
The Court is far away
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
The cricket sang,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
The Day Came Slow
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
The last Night that She lived
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
The Only News I know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
The Robin is the One
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
The sweetest Heresy received
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
There is another sky
|
26
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
512
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
513
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
514
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
515
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
516
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
517
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
518
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
519
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
520
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
521
|
Train
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
522
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
523
|
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
524
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
525
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
526
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
527
|
Uncertain lease—develops lustre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
528
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
529
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
530
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
531
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
532
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
533
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
534
|
We do not play on Graves
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
535
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
536
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
42
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
537
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
538
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
539
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
540
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
541
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
542
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
543
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
544
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
545
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
546
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
547
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
548
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
549
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
550
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
551
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
552
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
553
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
554
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
555
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
556
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
557
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
558
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
559
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
560
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
561
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
562
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
563
|
You're right—
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
