|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
74
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
150
|
40%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
80
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
74
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
368
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
27
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
50
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
33
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
91
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
38
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
181
|
49%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
107
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
59
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
24
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Ample make this bed.
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An English Breeze
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By The Sea
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Faith
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Finding is the first Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
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175
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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176
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Her—"last Poems"
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177
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Home
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6
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178
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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179
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How far is it to Heaven?
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180
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How happy is the little Stone
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6
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181
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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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183
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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184
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I Died For Beauty
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41
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185
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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186
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I dwell in Possibility
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187
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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188
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I felt my life with both my hands
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189
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I gave myself to Him
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190
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I had no time to hate, because
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191
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I have never seen
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192
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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2
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193
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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5
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194
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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195
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I hide myself within my flower
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2
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196
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I keep my pledge
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1
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197
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I like a look of Agony
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6
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198
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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7
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1%
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0
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199
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I lost a World - the other day!
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1
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0%
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0
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200
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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2
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201
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I never felt at Home—Below
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6
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1%
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202
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I never lost as much but twice
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1
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203
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I Never Saw a Moor
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7
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1%
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204
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I often passed the village
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1
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205
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I play at Riches—to appease
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1
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206
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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1
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207
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I robbed the Woods
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1
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208
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I rose—because He sank
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209
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I send Two Sunsets
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1
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210
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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211
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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212
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I tend my flowers for thee
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2
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213
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I think I was enchanted
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1
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214
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I think the longest Hour of all
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215
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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216
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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1
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217
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I took my Power in my Hand
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2
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218
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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219
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I would not paint—a picture
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220
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I years had been from home,
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1
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221
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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7
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1%
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0
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222
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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20
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5%
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223
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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0
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224
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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1
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0
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0%
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225
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If I shouldn't be alive
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4
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1%
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0
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226
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If I'm lost—now
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227
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If you were coming in the fall,
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228
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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1
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0
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229
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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5
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1%
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0
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230
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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34
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9%
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0
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0%
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231
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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1
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0%
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0
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232
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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1
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0
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233
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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2
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0
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234
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It might be lonelier
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3
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0
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235
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It struck me every day
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2
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0%
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0
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236
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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3
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0
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237
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It's such a little thing to weep
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1
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0
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238
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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1
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0
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239
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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0
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240
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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243
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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244
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Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0%
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0
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246
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
248
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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My friend attacks my friend!
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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My friend must be 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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251
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My life had stood
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
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Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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253
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
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0
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254
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No Crowd that has occurred
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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No Prisoner be
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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No Rack can torture me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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No Romance sold unto
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
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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Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
One Life of so much Consequence!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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Pain has an element of blank;
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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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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|
271
|
Remorse
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
She hideth Her the last
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
275
|
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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|
276
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
278
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Sown in dishonor
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
45
|
12%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Tell All The Truth
|
109
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
That I did always love
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
91
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
29
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
The bustle in a house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
The cricket sang,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The power to be true to You
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Robin is the One
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
329
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
There is another sky
|
28
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
They put Us far apart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
348
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Who occupies this House?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
You constituted Time
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
