|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
39
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
103
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
67
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
41
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
282
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
27
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
82
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
29
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
143
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
78
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
58
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An everywhere of silver
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Answer July
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Come Slowly
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Good night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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175
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Her—"last Poems"
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176
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Home
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177
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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178
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How far is it to Heaven?
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179
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How happy I was if I could forget
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180
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How happy is the little Stone
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181
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How well I knew Her not
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183
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I am alive—I guess
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I asked no other thing
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185
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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186
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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187
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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188
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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189
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I cross till I am weary
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190
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I Died For Beauty
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30
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191
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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192
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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193
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I dwell in Possibility
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194
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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195
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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196
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I felt my life with both my hands
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197
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I found the phrase to every thought
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198
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I gave myself to Him
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3
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199
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I got so I could take his name
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200
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I had not minded—Walls
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201
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I have never seen
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202
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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203
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I hide myself within my flower
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204
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I know a place where summer strives
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205
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I know lives, I could miss
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206
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I know that He exists
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207
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I like a look of Agony
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8
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208
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I lost a World - the other day!
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2
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209
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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2
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210
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I never felt at Home—Below
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211
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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212
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I never lost as much but twice
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213
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I Never Saw a Moor
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8
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214
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I never told the buried gold
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215
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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216
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I read my sentence—steadily
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217
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I reason, Earth is short
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218
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I reckon—when I count it all
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219
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I robbed the Woods
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220
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I rose—because He sank
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221
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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222
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I send Two Sunsets
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223
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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3
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224
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I stepped from plank to plank
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225
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I tend my flowers for thee
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226
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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227
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I went to heaven,--
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228
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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5
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229
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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16
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5%
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230
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If I shouldn't be alive
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3
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1%
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231
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If I'm lost—now
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232
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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233
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If those I loved were lost
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234
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If you were coming in the fall,
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4
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235
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If your Nerve, deny you
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3
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1%
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236
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I'm
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2
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237
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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238
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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1
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0
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0%
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239
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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15
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5%
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240
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I'm saying every day
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2
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0
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241
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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2
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242
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I'm the little
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1
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243
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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2
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0
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244
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Impossibility, like Wine
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1
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0
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245
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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1
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0
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246
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In falling Timbers buried
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1
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0
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247
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In lands I never saw—they say
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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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2
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0
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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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0
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0%
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250
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It knew no Medicine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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It makes no difference abroad
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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252
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It tossed—and tossed
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1
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0%
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0
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253
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It's all I have to bring today
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1
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0
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254
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
2
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0
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0%
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255
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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256
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
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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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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
|
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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260
|
Love—thou art high
|
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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My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
My life had stood
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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My Portion is Defeat—today
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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266
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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Nature and God—I neither knew
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Nature is what we see—
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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Not that We did, shall be the test
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
278
|
One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
283
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
She dwelleth in the Ground
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
So much Summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Some things that fly there be
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
32
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Tell All The Truth
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
306
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Grace—Myself—might not obtain
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
The White Heat
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
There is another sky
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
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Those fair—fictitious People
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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Those who have been in the Grave the longest
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1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
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3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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Through lane it lay—through bramble
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
352
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
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2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
353
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Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
354
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
355
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
356
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|