|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
70
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
267
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
86
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
114
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
687
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
33
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
26
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
56
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
20
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
134
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
53
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
66
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
22
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
27
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Secret told
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A slash of Blue
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All I may, if small
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
28
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
27
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Come Slowly
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Each Second is the last
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Fame is a bee
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
First Robin
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
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174
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For Death—or rather
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For every Bird a Nest
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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For this—accepted Breath
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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Glee—The great storm is over
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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Going to Heaven!
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Good night, because we must
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Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
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Grief is a Mouse
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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He found my Being—set it up
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He gave away his Life
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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He put the Belt around my life
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He told a homely tale
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He touched me, so I live to know
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many times these low feet staggered
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I am alive—I guess
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I asked no other thing
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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 can't tell you—but you feel it
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I could die—to know
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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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 dwell in Possibility
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no Cause to be awake
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know lives, I could miss
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I know that He exists
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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240
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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241
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I never felt at Home—Below
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242
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I never told the buried gold
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245
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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247
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I should have been too glad, I see
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248
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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249
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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250
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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251
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I stepped from plank to plank
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252
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I tend my flowers for thee
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253
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I think I was enchanted
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254
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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255
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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2
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0
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256
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I was the slightest in the House
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3
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257
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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0
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258
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I would not paint—a picture
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259
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I years had been from home,
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2%
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260
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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3
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0
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261
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If anybody's friend be dead
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2
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262
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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1
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0
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263
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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3
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0
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264
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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11
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1%
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0
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0%
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265
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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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266
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If I should die
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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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If I shouldn't be alive
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6
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0%
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0
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0%
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268
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If I'm lost—now
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1
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0
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269
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If pain for peace prepares
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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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If those I loved were lost
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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271
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If What we could—were what we would
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1
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0
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0%
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272
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If you were coming in the fall,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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274
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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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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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
13
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1%
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0
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0%
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276
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In lands I never saw—they say
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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277
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
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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It dropped so low in my regard
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
It makes no difference abroad
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
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It might be lonelier
|
8
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
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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It tossed—and tossed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
It's like the Light
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
Knows how to forget!
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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Life—is what we make of it
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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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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|
294
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
Most she touched me by her muteness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
10
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
Mute thy Coronation
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
My life had stood
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
23
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
301
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
My River runs to thee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
Nature is what we see—
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
No Other can reduce
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
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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|
312
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
315
|
One and One—are One
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
316
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
Papa above!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
323
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Rest at Night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
She died at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
335
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
6
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
|
Some things that fly there be
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
South Winds jostle them
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
141
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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Suspense—is Hostiler 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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|
349
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
350
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
351
|
Tell All The Truth
|
16
|
2%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
24
|
3%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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That Distance was between Us
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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That I did always love
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8
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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That is solemn we have ended
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
9
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
359
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
8
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
7
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
56
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The bustle in a house
|
5
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
365
|
The Chariot
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
366
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Color of a Queen, is this
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
The Court is far away
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The difference between Despair
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Manner of its Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Only News I know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
27
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
There is another sky
|
31
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
22
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
They dropped like flakes
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
To offer brave assistance
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
To One denied the drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
Train
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Victory comes late
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
61
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
