|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
42
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
131
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
63
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
58
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
340
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
32
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
56
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
34
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
94
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
43
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
179
|
52%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
91
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
86
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
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
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After a hundred years
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
39
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
28
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Come Slowly
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Exultation is the going
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Fame is a bee
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
5
|
1%
|
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
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I cross till I am weary
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I Died For Beauty
|
35
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I gave myself to Him
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I had a guinea golden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I had no time to Hate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had the Glory—that will do
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I have a Bird in spring
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I haven't told my garden yet
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I keep my pledge
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I know lives, I could miss
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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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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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I ment to find her when I came;
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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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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I robbed the Woods
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I send Two Sunsets
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I shall keep singing!
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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 took my Power in my Hand
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I would not paint—a picture
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If He were living—dare I ask
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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If I should die
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If recollecting were forgetting
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If this is "fading"
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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Impossibility, like Wine
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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It did not surprise me
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It dropped so low in my regard
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It is an honorable thought,
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It might be lonelier
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It struck me every day
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It was too late for Man
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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Love—thou art high
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Make me a picture of the sun
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231
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Many a phrase has the English language
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My life closed twice
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My life had stood
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My period had come for Prayer
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My River runs to thee
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My wheel is in the dark
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240
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Never for Society
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New feet within my garden go
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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No Prisoner be
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
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250
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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252
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One Sister have I in our house
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Only a Shrine, but Mine
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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Our share of night to bear
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Pain has an element of blank;
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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Portraits are to daily faces
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Prayer is the little implement
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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Promise This—When You be Dying
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Remorse
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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She rose to His Requirement
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She slept beneath a tree
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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270
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
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271
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Sleep is supposed to be
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Smiling back from Coronation
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273
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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274
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Snow flakes
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275
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So bashful when I spied her!
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276
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So from the mould
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
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0
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278
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So has a Daisy vanished
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279
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So much Summer
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1
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280
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So proud she was to die
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281
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So set its Sun in Thee
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0
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282
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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283
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So well that I can live without
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284
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
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1
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0
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285
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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2
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0
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286
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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1
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287
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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1
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288
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Some things that fly there be
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4
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1%
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289
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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23
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6%
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0
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290
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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1
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0%
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0
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291
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Success is Counted Sweetest
|
29
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8%
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0
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0%
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292
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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1
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0
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0%
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293
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
1
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0
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294
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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1
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0
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0%
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295
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Tell All The Truth
|
33
|
9%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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297
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That Distance was between Us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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298
|
That I did always love
|
4
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1%
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0
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|
299
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That is solemn we have ended
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
4
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1%
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0
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302
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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303
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
13
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
305
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
21
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6%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
The bustle in a house
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
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The Chariot
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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310
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The Day Came Slow
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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The Definition of Beauty is
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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312
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The difference between Despair
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
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The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
The Guest is gold and crimson
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
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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|
319
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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322
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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The Murmur of a Bee
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1
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0
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324
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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326
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The Outer—from the Inner
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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The pedigree of honey
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1
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0
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328
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The Poets light but Lamps
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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329
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The Robin is the One
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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332
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
13
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
334
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
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The Test of Love—is Death
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
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The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
344
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
346
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
347
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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348
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There is a word
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349
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There is another sky
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17
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5%
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350
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There is no frigate like a book
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6
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1%
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351
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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4
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1%
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352
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These are the days when Birds come back
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1
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353
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They dropped like flakes
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1
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0
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354
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They say that 'time assuages,
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2
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355
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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1
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0
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356
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This heart that broke so long
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1
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357
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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358
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This World is not Conclusion
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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359
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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
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1
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0
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0%
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360
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Through the strait pass of suffering
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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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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
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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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To be alive—is Power
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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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To hear an Oriole sing
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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To learn the Transport by the 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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|
367
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To love thee Year by Year
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
To make a prairie (1755)
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6
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
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To One denied the drink
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
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To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
Train
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
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Truth—is as old as God
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
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Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
375
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
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|
377
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Victory comes late
|
3
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
21
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|