|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
24
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
65
|
41%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
30
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
23
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
155
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
13
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
23
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
15
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
48
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
15
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
97
|
62%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
37
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
60
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
54
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
9
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
25
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
44
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
13
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
9
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
14
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
7
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
10
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
13
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
8
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
11
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
7
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A toad can die of light!
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
After a hundred years
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
All I may, if small
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Although I put away his life
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Always Mine!
|
7
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Ample make this bed.
|
11
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
An altered look about the hills
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
An everywhere of silver
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Apology for Her
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
17
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Arcturus
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As Children bid the Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Bird
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Death sets a Thing significant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Faith
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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175
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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1
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0%
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0%
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176
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Fame is a bee
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9
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5%
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177
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Finding is the first Act
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0
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178
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First Robin
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1
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179
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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1
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0
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180
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For each ecstatic instant
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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181
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For every Bird a Nest
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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182
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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183
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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184
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Good Morning—Midnight
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4
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2%
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0
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0%
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185
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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4
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2%
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0
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0%
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186
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Good night, because we must
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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187
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Grief is a Mouse
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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188
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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189
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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190
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He fumbles at your Soul
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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191
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He fumbles at your spirit
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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192
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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193
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Heart! We will forget him!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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194
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Her—
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1
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0
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0%
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195
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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196
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Her final summer was it,
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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197
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Her Grace is all she has—
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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198
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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199
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Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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200
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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201
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Her—"last Poems"
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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202
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How fortunate the Grave
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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203
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How happy is the little Stone
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8
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5%
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0
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0%
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204
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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3
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1%
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0
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205
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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206
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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207
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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208
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I can wade Grief
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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209
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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210
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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211
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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4
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2%
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0
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0%
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212
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I Died For Beauty
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9
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5%
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0
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0%
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213
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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214
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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215
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
5
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3%
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0
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0%
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216
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I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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217
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I gave myself to Him
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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218
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I had a guinea golden
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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219
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I had not minded—Walls
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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220
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I have never seen
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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221
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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222
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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223
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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224
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I hide myself within my flower
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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225
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I know that He exists
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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226
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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227
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I like a look of Agony
|
15
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9%
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0
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0%
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|
228
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I like to see it lap the miles,
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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229
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
230
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
7
|
4%
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0
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0%
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231
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I met a King this afternoon!
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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232
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I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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233
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I never lost as much but twice
|
4
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2%
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0
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0%
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234
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I Never Saw a Moor
|
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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I never told the buried gold
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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236
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I pay—in Satin Cash
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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237
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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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0%
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238
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I send Two Sunsets
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
240
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
2
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
241
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I tend my flowers for thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
242
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I think I was enchanted
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
243
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I think just how my shape will rise
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
244
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
245
|
I think the longest Hour of all
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
246
|
I think to Live—may be a Bliss
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
247
|
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
248
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
249
|
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
250
|
I want—it pleaded—All its life—
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
251
|
I was the slightest in the House
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
252
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
253
|
I went to heaven,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
254
|
I went to thank Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
255
|
I would distil a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
256
|
I would not paint—a picture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
257
|
I years had been from home,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
258
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
259
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
20
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
260
|
If I should die
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
If I'm lost—now
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
262
|
If the foolish, call them
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
If What we could—were what we would
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
22
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
7
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
268
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
It dropped so low in my regard
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
It struck me every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
It was too late for Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Least Bee that brew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
My life had stood
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
My nosegays are for captives;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
No Prisoner be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
No Romance sold unto
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
None can experience sting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Not probable—The barest Chance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Not that We did, shall be the test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
One and One—are One
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Severer Service of myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Snow flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
13
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
31
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Tell All The Truth
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
11
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Body grows without
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The braind within its groove
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
7
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The bustle in a house
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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348
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The cricket sang,
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2
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1%
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0
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0%
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349
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The Day undressed—Herself
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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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The Dust behind I strove to join
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1
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0
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0%
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351
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The heart asks pleasure first
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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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The Juggler's Hat her Country is
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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353
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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The Lamp burns sure—within
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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The last Night that She lived
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5
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3%
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0
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0%
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356
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The Leaves like Women interchange
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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2
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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359
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The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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The Luxury to apprehend
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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The only ghost I ever saw
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
365
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The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
366
|
The Railway Train
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
367
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
There is another sky
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
12
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
5
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To die
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
We do not play on Graves
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
9
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
8
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
8
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|