|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
35
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
108
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
47
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
78
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
278
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
33
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
77
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
35
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
32
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little East of Jordan
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Secret told
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ample make this bed.
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
An everywhere of silver
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Beclouded
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Besides this May
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bird
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
By such and such an offering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Chartless
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Do People moulder equally
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Each Second is the last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Finding is the first Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
God made a little Gentian
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I can wade Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I Died For Beauty
|
25
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I gained it so
|
3
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1%
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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 not minded—Walls
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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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 lives, I could miss
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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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 meant to have but modest needs
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I play at Riches—to appease
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I rose—because He sank
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I send Two Sunsets
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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I went to heaven,--
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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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 Ebon Box, when years have flown
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It did not surprise me
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It makes no difference abroad
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It might be lonelier
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It tossed—and tossed
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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It was too late for Man
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It's such a little thing to weep
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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Love—thou art high
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Me from Myself—to banish
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My first well Day—since many ill
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My friend attacks my friend!
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225
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My friend must be a Bird
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226
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life closed twice
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228
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My life closed twice before its close;
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229
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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231
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My River runs to thee
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232
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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233
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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235
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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New feet within my garden go
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Not
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238
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On this wondrous sea
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
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One dignity delays for all
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241
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Our journey had advanced;
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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Our share of night to bear
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244
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Over the fence
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Pain has an element of blank;
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246
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Pain—expands the Time
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Pain--has an Element of Blank--
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248
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Papa above!
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249
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Poor little Heart!
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250
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Prayer is the little implement
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251
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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252
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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253
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Remorse
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254
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Remorse—is Memory—awake
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255
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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256
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She rose to His Requirement
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4
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257
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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4
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258
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
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259
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So proud she was to die
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260
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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2
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0
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261
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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262
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Some things that fly there be
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263
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Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
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264
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South Winds jostle them
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2
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0%
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0
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265
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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13
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4%
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266
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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34
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12%
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267
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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268
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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3
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1%
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269
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Tell All The Truth
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14
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0
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270
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
17
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6%
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0
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271
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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2
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0%
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0%
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273
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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3
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1%
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0%
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274
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The Body grows without
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2
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0
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0%
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275
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The Brain, within its Groove
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
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3%
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0
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0%
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277
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The bustle in a house
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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 bustle in a house
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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279
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The Chariot
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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280
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The Color of a Queen, is this
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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281
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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282
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The Court is far away
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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283
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The cricket sang,
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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284
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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285
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The Day that I was crowned
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
286
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The Definition of Beauty is
|
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 difference between Despair
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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 face I carry with me—last
|
2
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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 Fingers of the Light
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
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The Himmaleh was known to stoop
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1
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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 Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
2
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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 Judge is like the Owl
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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The Lamp burns sure—within
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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294
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The last Night that She lived
|
7
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2%
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0
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0%
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295
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The Leaves like Women interchange
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
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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The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
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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The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
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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|
301
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
2%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
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The Test of Love—is Death
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
305
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The World—feels Dusty
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
306
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
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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|
308
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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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|
309
|
There is another sky
|
8
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2%
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0
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0%
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310
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There is no frigate like a book
|
11
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3%
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0
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0%
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311
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
312
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There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
10
|
3%
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0
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0%
|
|
314
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
11
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3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
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This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
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This is my letter to the world,
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
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This World is not Conclusion
|
8
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
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Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
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Through lane it lay—through bramble
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
324
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
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To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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To fill a Gap
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
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To lose one's faith—surpass
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Train
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
338
|
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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|
339
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
Victory comes late
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
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Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
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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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|
343
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
16
|
5%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
What Inn is this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Without this—there is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Woodpecker, The
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|