|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
60
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
138
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
74
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
69
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
380
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
34
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
46
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
25
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
109
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
40
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
196
|
51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
107
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
81
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
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
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Fame is a bee
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Give little Anguish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Great Caesar! Condescend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He told a homely tale
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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His Bill an Auger is
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His Feet are shod with Gauze
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How many times these low feet staggered
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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 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 can't tell you—but you feel it
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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 cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I cross till I am weary
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193
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I Died For Beauty
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16%
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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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197
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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198
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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199
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I felt my life with both my hands
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2
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200
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I gave myself to Him
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201
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I had been hungry all the years-
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202
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I had no Cause to be awake
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203
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I had some things that I called mine
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I have never seen
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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206
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I like a look of Agony
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10
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lived on Dread
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
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I many times thought Peace had come
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217
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I meant to find Her when I came
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I meant to have but modest needs
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I ment to find her when I came;
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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4
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226
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I reason, Earth is short
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228
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I robbed the Woods
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I was the slightest in the House
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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236
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If anybody's friend be dead
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If He were living—dare I ask
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238
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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3%
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239
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If pain for peace prepares
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240
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If you were coming in the fall,
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241
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If your Nerve, deny you
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242
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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244
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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10
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245
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I'm saying every day
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1
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0
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246
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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0
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247
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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1
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0
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248
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0
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249
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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1
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0
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250
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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1
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251
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It struck me every day
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1
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0
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252
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It troubled me as once I was
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1
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253
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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1
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0
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254
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It's easy to invent a Life
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1
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0
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255
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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2
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0%
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0
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256
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
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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Knows how to forget!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
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Light is sufficient to itself
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1
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0%
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0
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259
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Like her the Saints retire
|
1
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0
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0%
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260
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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261
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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262
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Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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263
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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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|
264
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
Many cross the Rhine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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266
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Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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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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|
268
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
My best Acquaintances are those
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
273
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
274
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
|
|
275
|
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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|
276
|
My life closed twice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
277
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
278
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
279
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Nature is what we see—
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
40
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
No Rack can torture me
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
No Romance sold unto
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
On this wondrous sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Over the fence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
311
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
316
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
47
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Tell All The Truth
|
26
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
That Distance was between Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Child's faith is new
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The cricket sang,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The last Night that She lived
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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The morns are meeker than they were
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2
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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 Mountain sat upon the Plain
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
352
|
The Murmur of a Bee
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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 Mystery of Pain
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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 name—of it—is "Autumn"
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2
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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 nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
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 One who could repeat the Summer day
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
|
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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|
359
|
The Only News I know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
362
|
The Poets light but Lamps
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
364
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
The Robin is the One
|
3
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Sun kept stooping—stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The sweetest Heresy received
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The Woodpecker
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
There is a June when Corn is cut
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
There is a word
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
There is another sky
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
They ask but our Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
They have a little Odor—that to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
They put Us far apart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Victory comes late
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
What I see not, I better see
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Within my reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
