|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
31
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
111
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
54
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
53
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
255
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
39
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
72
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
116
|
45%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
80
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
55
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All these my banners be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Apology for Her
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fame is a bee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
How the Waters closed above Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I Died For Beauty
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I keep my pledge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
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175
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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177
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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178
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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179
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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2
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I never told the buried gold
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182
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I often passed the village
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183
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I reckon—when I count it all
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184
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I rose—because He sank
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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186
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I send Two Sunsets
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187
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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188
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I stepped from plank to plank
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189
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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190
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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191
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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9
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3%
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192
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If I should die
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193
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If I shouldn't be alive
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194
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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195
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If those I loved were lost
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196
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If What we could—were what we would
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197
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If your Nerve, deny you
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198
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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199
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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14
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5%
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200
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I'm the little
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201
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It can't be "Summer"!
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202
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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203
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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204
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It knew no Medicine
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205
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It's all I have to bring today
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206
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It's such a little thing to weep
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207
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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1
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208
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
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1
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209
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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4
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1%
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210
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Love—is anterior to Life
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2
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0
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211
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Love—thou art high
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212
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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213
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Love—thou art high
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1
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214
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Make me a picture of the sun
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215
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Me from Myself—to banish
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2
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0
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216
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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9
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3%
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0
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217
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My friend must be a Bird
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1
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218
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My Garden—like the Beach
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1
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219
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My period had come for Prayer
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2
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220
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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1
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221
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Nature is what we see—
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1
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222
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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1
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223
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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2
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0
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224
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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225
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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1
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0
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226
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New feet within my garden go
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1
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227
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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1
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0
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228
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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1
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229
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No Other can reduce
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1
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230
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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1
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0
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0%
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231
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Not all die early, dying young
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1
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0
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232
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
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1
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0
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0%
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233
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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234
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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235
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Of Tribulation, these are They
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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236
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On a Columnar Self
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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237
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On such a night, or such a night
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1
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0
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238
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
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1
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0
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0%
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239
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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1
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0
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0%
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240
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On this wondrous sea
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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One and One—are One
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1
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0%
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0
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243
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One Sister have I in our house
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2
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0
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244
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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2
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0
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0%
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245
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Pain has an element of blank;
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1
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0
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0%
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246
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Portraits are to daily faces
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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Prayer is the little implement
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
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Remorse
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
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0%
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0
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250
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She rose to His Requirement
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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252
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Sic transit gloria mundi
|
10
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3%
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0
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0%
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253
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Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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Some things that fly there be
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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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Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
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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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
20
|
7%
|
0
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0%
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|
258
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
259
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
16
|
6%
|
0
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0%
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|
260
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Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
261
|
Tell All The Truth
|
24
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
262
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
263
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
267
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
268
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
The bustle in a house
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
271
|
The last Night that She lived
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
274
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
There is another sky
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|