|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
24
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
74
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
26
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
28
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
202
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
18
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
17
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
67
|
33%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
115
|
56%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
71
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
45
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A door just opened on a street
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A toad can die of light!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ample make this bed.
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Answer July
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
20
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
23
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
By The Sea
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Chartless
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Exultation is the going
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Faith
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Finding is the first Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Going to Heaven!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good night, because we must
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He strained my faith
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heaven
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
5
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Her final summer was it,
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Her Grace is all she has—
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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Home
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I am alive—I guess
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I could die—to know
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I Died For Beauty
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I dwell in Possibility
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gave myself to Him
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I had a guinea golden
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I have never seen
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know lives, I could miss
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know that He exists
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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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 lived on dread; to those who know
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I meant to have but modest needs
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never felt at Home—Below
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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 reason, Earth is short
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I think I was enchanted
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I want—it pleaded—All its life—
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I years had been from home,
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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 may have it, when it's dead
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228
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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229
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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If it had no pencil
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If What we could—were what we would
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If you were coming in the fall,
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235
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If your Nerve, deny you
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236
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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237
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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238
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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In falling Timbers buried
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240
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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241
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It would have starved a Gnat
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It's like the Light
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Least Bee that brew
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Life—is what we make of it
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Life—is what we make of it
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Light is sufficient to itself
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251
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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252
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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253
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is anterior to Life
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256
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
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Love—thou art high
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258
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Make me a picture of the sun
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259
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Mama never forgets her birds
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260
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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2
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261
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My life closed twice before its close;
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262
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My life had stood
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4
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0
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263
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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3%
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0
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264
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My Reward for Being, was This
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3
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265
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My River runs to thee
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2
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266
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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4
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1%
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0
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267
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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269
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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270
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Never for Society
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271
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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2
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272
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No matter—now—Sweet
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1
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273
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No Romance sold unto
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274
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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1
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0
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275
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Not all die early, dying young
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1
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276
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
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2
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0%
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0
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277
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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278
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Of Course—I prayed
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1
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0%
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0
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279
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
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1
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0%
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0
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280
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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281
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On a Columnar Self
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1
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0%
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0
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282
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
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1
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0%
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0
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283
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Our journey had advanced;
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2
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284
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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2
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0%
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0
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285
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Poor little Heart!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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286
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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287
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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288
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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289
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Ribbons of the Year
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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290
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She dwelleth in the Ground
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1
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0%
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291
|
She rose to His Requirement
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3
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1%
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0
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292
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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293
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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6
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2%
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0
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294
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Snow flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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295
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So has a Daisy vanished
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1
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0%
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0
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296
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So proud she was to die
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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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So well that I can live without
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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298
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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299
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Soto! Explore thyself!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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300
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
13
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6%
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0
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0%
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301
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
17
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8%
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0
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0%
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303
|
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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0%
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304
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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305
|
Superfluous were the Sun
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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306
|
Tell All The Truth
|
7
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3%
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0
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0%
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307
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
10
|
4%
|
0
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0%
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|
308
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
That I did always love
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
28
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
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|
315
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
The Chariot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
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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|
318
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
The day came slow, till five o' clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
The difference between Despair
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
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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|
331
|
The Manner of its Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
332
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
The pedigree of honey
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
The World—feels Dusty
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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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There is a pain—so utter
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5
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2%
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0
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350
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There is another sky
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16
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7%
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0
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0%
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351
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There is no frigate like a book
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7
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3%
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0
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0%
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352
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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353
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These tested Our Horizon
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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They dropped like flakes
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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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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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16
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7%
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0
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0%
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356
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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357
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This is my letter to the world,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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This World is not Conclusion
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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Time feels so vast that were it not
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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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'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
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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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To fight aloud, is very brave
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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To hear an Oriole sing
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6
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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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 love thee Year by Year
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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 make a prairie (1755)
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7
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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To wait an Hour—is long
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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Twas such a little—little boat
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
370
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'Twas the old—road—through 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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|
371
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
373
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
7
|
3%
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0
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0%
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|
375
|
We learned the Whole of Love
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
376
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
377
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
378
|
When I hoped, I recollect
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
379
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
380
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
382
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
383
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
384
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
385
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
386
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
387
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
388
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
389
|
You love me—you are sure
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
390
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
391
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
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1
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0%
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0
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