|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
58
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
241
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
74
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
90
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
745
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
29
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
22
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
21
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
56
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
107
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
34
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
45
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A door just opened on a street
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A light exists in spring
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Secret told
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Ample make this bed.
|
17
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
51
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
At last, to be identified!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
24
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
braind within its groove, The
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
By The Sea
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Chartless
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Come Slowly
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Fame is a bee
|
23
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Going to Heaven!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Great Caesar! Condescend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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His Bill an Auger is
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175
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His Feet are shod with Gauze
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176
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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178
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Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
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179
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How far is it to Heaven?
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180
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How fortunate the Grave
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181
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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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183
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How many times these low feet staggered
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How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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How the Waters closed above Him
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How well I knew Her not
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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192
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I asked no other thing
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193
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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194
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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195
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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198
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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199
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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200
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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201
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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202
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I cross till I am weary
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203
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I Died For Beauty
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63
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204
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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205
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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206
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I dwell in Possibility
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207
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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208
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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209
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I felt my life with both my hands
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210
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I gave myself to Him
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211
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I had been hungry all the years-
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212
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I had no Cause to be awake
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213
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I had no time to Hate
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214
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I had no time to hate, because
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215
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I had some things that I called mine
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216
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I have a Bird in spring
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217
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I have a King, who does not speak
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218
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I have never seen
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219
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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220
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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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222
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I keep my pledge
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223
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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224
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I know that He exists
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225
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I like a look of Agony
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226
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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227
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I live with Him—I see His face
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228
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I lost a World - the other day!
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229
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I meant to find Her when I came
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230
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I meant to have but modest needs
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231
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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232
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I met a King this afternoon!
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233
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I never felt at Home—Below
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234
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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235
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I never lost as much but twice
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236
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I Never Saw a Moor
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14
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237
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I reason, Earth is short
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238
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I reckon—when I count it all
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239
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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1
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240
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I shall keep singing!
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1
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0
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241
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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3
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242
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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243
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I stepped from plank to plank
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7
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244
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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4
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245
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I think the longest Hour of all
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246
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I took my Power in my Hand
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1
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247
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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0
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0%
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248
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I would distil a cup
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1
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0
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249
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I would not paint—a picture
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1
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0
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250
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I years had been from home,
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6
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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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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0%
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252
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing
|
1
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0
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0%
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253
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
10
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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If I should die
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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If I shouldn't be alive
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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If I'm lost—now
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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If it had no pencil
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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If recollecting were forgetting
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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If those I loved were lost
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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If you were coming in the fall,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
23
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3%
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0
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0%
|
|
266
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I'm saying every day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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I'm the little
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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In Winter in my Room
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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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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|
271
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
It dropped so low in my regard
|
8
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
273
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
It is a lonesome Glee
|
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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It is an honorable thought,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
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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|
277
|
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
278
|
It struck me every day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
It tossed—and tossed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
280
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
It will be Summer—eventually
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
282
|
It would never be Common—more—I said
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
6
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
It's coming—the postponeless Creature
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
It's like the Light
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Knows how to forget!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Many cross the Rhine
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Me! Come! My dazzled face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Morning—means
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Morns like these—we parted
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Must be a Woe
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Mute thy Coronation
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
5
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
My River runs to thee
|
5
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Nature is what we see—
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Never for Society
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
New feet within my garden go
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
No Other can reduce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Not probable—The barest Chance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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On this wondrous sea
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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
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One and One—are One
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
354
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
356
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
|
Over the fence
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
358
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
359
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
360
|
Papa above!
|
3
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
362
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Poor little Heart!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
367
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
Publication
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Remorse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Remorse—is Memory—awake
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Rest at Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
She lay as if at play
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
She rose to His Requirement - dropt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Snow flakes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
So from the mould
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
So much Summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
So proud she was to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Some things that fly there be
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Sown in dishonor
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
209
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Summer Shower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Tell All The Truth
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
41
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
77
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The bustle in a house
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The Chariot
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
The cricket sang,
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
The Day Came Slow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
The day came slow, till five o' clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
The feet of people walking home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
The Future—never spoke
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
The last Night that She lived
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
The Manner of its Death
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
The Only News I know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
The power to be true to You
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
The Railway Train
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
The Robin is the One
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
The Service without Hope
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
The show is not the show,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
The Winters are so short
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
The Woodpecker
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
There is a June when Corn is cut
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
There is a word
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
There is another sky
|
37
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
They ask but our Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
They dropped like flakes
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
They have a little Odor—that to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
512
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
513
|
They have not chosen me, he said,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
514
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
515
|
They put Us far apart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
516
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
517
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
518
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
519
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
520
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
521
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
522
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
523
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
524
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
525
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
526
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
527
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
528
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
529
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
530
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
531
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
532
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
533
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
534
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
535
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
536
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
537
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
538
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
539
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
540
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
541
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
542
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
543
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
544
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
545
|
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
546
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
547
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
548
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
549
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
550
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
551
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
552
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
553
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
554
|
To be alive—is Power
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
555
|
To die
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
556
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
557
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
558
|
To fill a Gap
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
559
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
560
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
561
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
562
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
563
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
564
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
565
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
566
|
To One denied the drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
567
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
568
|
To this World she returned
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
569
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
570
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
571
|
Train
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
572
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
573
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
574
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
575
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
576
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
577
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
578
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
579
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
580
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
581
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
582
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
583
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
584
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
585
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
586
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
587
|
Victory comes late
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
588
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
589
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
31
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
590
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
591
|
We do not play on Graves
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
592
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
593
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
594
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
42
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
595
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
596
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
597
|
We lose—because we win
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
598
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
599
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
600
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
601
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
602
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
603
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
604
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
605
|
We talked as Girls do
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
606
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
607
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
608
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
609
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
610
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
611
|
What Inn is this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
612
|
What is—
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
613
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
614
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
615
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
616
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
617
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
618
|
When I count the seeds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
619
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
620
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
621
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
622
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
623
|
When Night is almost done
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
624
|
When One has given up One's life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
625
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
626
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
627
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
628
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
629
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
630
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
631
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
632
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
633
|
While it is alive
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
634
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
635
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
636
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
637
|
Who occupies this House?
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
638
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
639
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
640
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
641
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
642
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
643
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
644
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
645
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
646
|
Will there really be a
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
647
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
21
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
648
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
649
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
21
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
650
|
Within my reach!
|
29
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
651
|
Without this—there is nought
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
652
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
653
|
Woodpecker, The
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
654
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
655
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
33
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
656
|
You constituted Time
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
657
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
658
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
659
|
You love me—you are sure
|
32
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
660
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
661
|
You said that I
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
662
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
663
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
664
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
17
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
665
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
666
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
667
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
28
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
668
|
You're right—
|
40
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
