|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
45
|
19%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
104
|
45%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
65
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
40
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
229
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
32
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
56
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
21
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
113
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49%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
62
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
56
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
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A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Come Slowly
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
3
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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177
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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178
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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182
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no time to hate, because
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know a place where summer strives
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190
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I know lives, I could miss
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191
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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192
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I like a look of Agony
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193
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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194
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I never felt at Home—Below
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195
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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196
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I Never Saw a Moor
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197
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I never told the buried gold
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198
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I often passed the village
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199
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I send Two Sunsets
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I went to heaven,--
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206
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I would distil a cup
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207
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I would not paint—a picture
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208
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I years had been from home,
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209
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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210
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If anybody's friend be dead
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211
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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212
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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213
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If you were coming in the fall,
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214
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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215
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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216
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I'm saying every day
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217
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I'm the little
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218
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In lands I never saw—they say
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219
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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220
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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221
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It is a lonesome Glee
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222
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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223
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Let Us play Yesterday
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224
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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225
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Love—is anterior to Life
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226
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Many a phrase has the English language
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227
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Me from Myself—to banish
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4
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228
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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2
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229
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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230
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My best Acquaintances are those
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231
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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232
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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233
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My friend must be a Bird
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234
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My life closed twice
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235
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My period had come for Prayer
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236
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My River runs to thee
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2
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237
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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238
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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239
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Nature is what we see—
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240
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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2
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241
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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242
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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243
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Never for Society
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244
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New feet within my garden go
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245
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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246
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No Crowd that has occurred
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247
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No Man can compass a Despair
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248
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No matter—now—Sweet
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249
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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1
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250
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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251
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
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1
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252
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On this wondrous sea
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1
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253
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large
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254
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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255
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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256
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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257
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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1
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0
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258
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She lay as if at play
|
1
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259
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She rose to His Requirement
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260
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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261
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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7
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3%
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0
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262
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So has a Daisy vanished
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1
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0
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263
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So much Summer
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1
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0
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264
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
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0%
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0
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265
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Some things that fly there be
|
2
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0
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266
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
12
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5%
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0
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0%
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267
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Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
268
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Success is Counted Sweetest
|
32
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13%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
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270
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Surgeons must be very careful
|
2
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0
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271
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Tell All The Truth
|
12
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5%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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That I did always love
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
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The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
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1%
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0
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274
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The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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275
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
12
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5%
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0
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|
276
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The bustle in a house
|
2
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277
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The Chariot
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
278
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The Color of the Grave is Green
|
5
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2%
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0
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0%
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279
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The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
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The Day Came Slow
|
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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The difference between Despair
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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282
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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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|
283
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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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|
284
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
290
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
291
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
The Only News I know
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
301
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
305
|
There is a word
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
306
|
There is another sky
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
316
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
319
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
To One denied the drink
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
324
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
326
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
328
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Victory comes late
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
You love me—you are sure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|