|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
38
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
85
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
53
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
41
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
267
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
34
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
19
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
67
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
117
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
57
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
53
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A slash of Blue
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ample make this bed.
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
By The Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Fame is a bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Good night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I asked no other thing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I cross till I am weary
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I Died For Beauty
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I keep my pledge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I know lives, I could miss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I like a look of Agony
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I meant to find Her when I came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I shall keep singing!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think the longest Hour of all
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I would not paint—a picture
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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I'm
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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Impossibility, like Wine
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In lands I never saw—they say
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In Winter in my Room
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It always felt to me—a wrong
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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It is an honorable thought,
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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It knew no Medicine
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It might be lonelier
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It struck me every day
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It troubled me as once I was
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It will be Summer—eventually
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's easy to invent a Life
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It's like the light, --
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Knows how to forget!
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Let Us play Yesterday
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Life—is what we make of it
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Light is sufficient to itself
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—thou art high
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Love—thou art high
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Make me a picture of the sun
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Me from Myself—to banish
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Morns like these—we parted
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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Must be a Woe
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My best Acquaintances are those
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My friend attacks my friend!
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life had stood
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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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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Never for Society
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New feet within my garden go
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No Crowd that has occurred
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No matter—now—Sweet
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No Rack can torture me
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Of Being is a Bird
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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One and One—are One
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Only a Shrine, but Mine
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Our share of night to bear
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Pain
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Pain has an element of blank;
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Papa above!
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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Publication
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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Renunciation
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She lay as if at play
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She rose to His Requirement
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Snow flakes
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So much Summer
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some—Work for Immortality
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
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0
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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1
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0
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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12%
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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270
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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2
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Tell All The Truth
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18
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6%
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0
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0%
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272
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That Distance was between Us
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1
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0
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0%
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273
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That I did always love
|
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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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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275
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The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0
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0%
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276
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0
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0%
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277
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The Body grows without
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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278
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
14
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5%
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0
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0%
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279
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The bustle in a house
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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280
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The Child's faith is new
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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281
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The cricket sang,
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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282
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The Definition of Beauty is
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1
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0
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0%
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283
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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284
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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285
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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286
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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287
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
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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The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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The Province of the Saved
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
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The Railway Train
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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292
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The Robin is the One
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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293
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
26
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9%
|
0
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0%
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|
294
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The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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298
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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299
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There is a June when Corn is cut
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
300
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There is a pain—so utter
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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301
|
There is another sky
|
11
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4%
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0
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0%
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302
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There is no frigate like a book
|
12
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4%
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0
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0%
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303
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
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They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
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This is my letter to the world,
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
308
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
6
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2%
|
0
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0%
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|
309
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This World is not Conclusion
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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310
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Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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311
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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312
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To be alive—is Power
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
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To die—takes just a little while
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
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To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
318
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
Train
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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'Twas Love—not me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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324
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Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
326
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Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
|
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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331
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We do not play on Graves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
10
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
334
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
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When I hoped, I recollect
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
343
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
Within my reach!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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348
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You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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