|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
52
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
24
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
26
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
274
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100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
34
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
52
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
32
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11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
25
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
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A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
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A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A light exists in spring
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Secret told
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A slash of Blue
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A toad can die of light!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Ample make this bed.
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Chartless
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Fame is a bee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Finding is the first Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Have any like Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I can wade Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I Died For Beauty
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I have a King, who does not speak
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I know lives, I could miss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I know that He exists
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I learned—at least—what Home could be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I like a look of Agony
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I lived on Dread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I shall know why—when Time is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
If any sink, assure that this, now standing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
If anybody's friend be dead
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
If He were living—dare I ask
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
If pain for peace prepares
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm saying every day
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It can't be
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It might be lonelier
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It was too late for Man
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It's all I have to bring today
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Life—is what we make of it
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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Low at my problem bending
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Me from Myself—to banish
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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My friend must be a Bird
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My life had stood
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My wheel is in the dark
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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No matter—now—Sweet
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Not in this world to see his face
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Of Being is a Bird
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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One Sister have I in our house
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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Papa above!
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Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
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Poor little Heart!
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Prayer is the little implement
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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Remorse—is Memory—awake
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She rose to His Requirement
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
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She's happy, with a new Content
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Sleep is supposed to be
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some things that fly there be
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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Some—Work for Immortality
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Soto! Explore thyself!
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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Superfluous were the Sun
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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That I did always love
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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The bustle in a house
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The Chemical conviction
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The Child's faith is new
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The Color of a Queen, is this
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The cricket sang,
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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The difference between Despair
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
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The Future—never spoke
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The Lamp burns sure—within
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The last Night that She lived
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The morns are meeker than they were
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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The Outer—from the Inner
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The Province of the Saved
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The rainbow never tells me
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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The Soul's Superior instants
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The Sun is gay or stark
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The Test of Love—is Death
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The Way I read a Letter's—this
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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There is another sky
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There is no frigate like a book
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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They leave us with the Infinite
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They say that 'time assuages,
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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This is my letter to the world,
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This was a Poet—It is That
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This World is not Conclusion
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'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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To be alive—is Power
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To fight aloud, is very brave
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To fill a Gap
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To hear an Oriole sing
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To love thee Year by Year
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To make a prairie (1755)
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To make One's Toilette—after Death
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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To my small Hearth His fire came
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Train
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284
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Triumph—may be of several kinds
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285
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Trust in the Unexpected
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286
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Unable are the Loved to die
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287
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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288
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We learned the Whole of Love
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289
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When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
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290
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
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291
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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293
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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4
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294
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Woodpecker, The
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You constituted Time
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296
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You love me—you are sure
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297
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You love the Lord—you cannot see
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You're right—
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