|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
27
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
116
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
55
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
67
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
404
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
25
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
68
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Charm invests a face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A light exists in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
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A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Secret told
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
Ample make this bed.
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Garland for Queens, may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Her final summer was it,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
How fortunate the Grave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I Died For Beauty
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I like a look of Agony
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I shall keep singing!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I want—it pleaded—All its life—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I went to heaven,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I would not paint—a picture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
If I may have it, when it's dead
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
If I should cease to bring a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
If I should die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
If I'm lost—now
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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If it had no pencil
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If pain for peace prepares
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If recollecting were forgetting
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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If the foolish, call them
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If this is "fading"
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If those I loved were lost
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If What we could—were what we would
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If your Nerve, deny you
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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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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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm saying every day
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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I'm the little
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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Impossibility, like Wine
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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It might be lonelier
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It struck me every day
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It tossed—and tossed
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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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 easy to invent a Life
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It's such a little thing to weep
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Knows how to forget!
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Light is sufficient to itself
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
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Morning—means
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Must be a Woe
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My friend attacks my friend!
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My friend must be a Bird
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My nosegays are for captives;
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My Reward for Being, was This
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My River runs to thee
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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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 Crowd that has occurred
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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None can experience sting
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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One and One—are One
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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Over the fence
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Perhaps you think me stooping
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Prayer is the little implement
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Publication
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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Rest at Night
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She rose to His Requirement
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She rose to His Requirement - dropt
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Sleep is supposed to be
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Snow flakes
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So bashful when I spied her!
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So from the mould
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
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So has a Daisy vanished
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So much Summer
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So proud she was to die
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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Some things that fly there be
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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Superfluous were the Sun
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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273
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
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275
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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276
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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15
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277
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The bustle in a house
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278
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The Chariot
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2
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The Court is far away
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280
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The cricket sang,
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4
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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282
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The Day Came Slow
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283
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The day came slow, till five o' clock
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284
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
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285
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The feet of people walking home
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286
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The Fingers of the Light
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1
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287
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The Flower must not blame the Bee
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1
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288
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The Grass so little has to do
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289
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The last Night that She lived
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1
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290
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
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0
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291
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0
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292
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The Murmur of a Bee
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1
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0
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293
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The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0
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294
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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1
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0
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0%
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295
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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1
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0
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296
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
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1%
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0
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297
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
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0
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298
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
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0
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299
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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1
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|
300
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The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
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0
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301
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0
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|
302
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The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
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0
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303
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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1
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0%
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0
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304
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
|
1
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0%
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0
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305
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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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|
306
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
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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 World—feels Dusty
|
2
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0
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0%
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308
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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309
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
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0
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310
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There is a pain—so utter
|
7
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1%
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311
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There is a word
|
1
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0
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312
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There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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313
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There is another sky
|
8
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1%
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0
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314
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There is no frigate like a book
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
6
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1%
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0
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|
316
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There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
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0%
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0
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317
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These tested Our Horizon
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
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They called me to the Window, for
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
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They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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320
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They have a little Odor—that to me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
322
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This heart that broke so long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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This is my letter to the world,
|
1
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0%
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0
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324
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This Merit hath the worst
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
325
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This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
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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Those fair—fictitious People
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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328
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
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0
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329
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'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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To be alive—is Power
|
1
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0%
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0
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331
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To fight aloud, is very brave
|
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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To fill a Gap
|
7
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
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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|
335
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To offer brave assistance
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1
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0
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336
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Train
|
2
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0
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0%
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|
337
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Truth—is as old as God
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
338
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
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'Twas Love—not me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
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'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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341
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'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
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Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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343
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Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
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Victory comes late
|
1
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0%
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0
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345
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Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
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0%
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0
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346
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We do not play on Graves
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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347
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
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2%
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0
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0%
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348
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We learned the Whole of Love
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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We like march, his shoes are purple,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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350
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We lose—because we win
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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351
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We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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We miss Her, not because We see
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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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We outgrow love, like other things
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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We play at paste,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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We pray—to Heaven
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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We see—Comparatively
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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357
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We should not mind so small a flower
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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358
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We talked as Girls do
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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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We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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360
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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Went up a year this evening!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
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1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
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|
364
|
What did They do since I saw Them?
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
What I see not, I better see
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
366
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
367
|
What Inn is this
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
What is—
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
When I count the seeds
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
377
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
4
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
379
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
When Night is almost done
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
When One has given up One's life
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
While Asters—
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
While it is alive
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Who occupies this House?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Will there really be a
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Within my reach!
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Without this—there is nought
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Woodpecker, The
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
You constituted Time
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You love me—you are sure
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You said that I
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
You're right—
|
30
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
