|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
35
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
71
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
41
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
251
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
27
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
60
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
77
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
34
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
47
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
44
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
26
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After a hundred years
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ample make this bed.
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An English Breeze
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bird
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By such and such an offering
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
By The Sea
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
God permit industrious angels
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Good night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He told a homely tale
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Her final summer was it,
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Home
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How the Waters closed above Him
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I am alive—I guess
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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186
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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188
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I dwell in Possibility
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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191
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I found the phrase to every thought
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192
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I gave myself to Him
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193
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I had a guinea golden
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194
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I had been hungry all the years-
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195
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I had no Cause to be awake
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I had no time to Hate
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197
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I had some things that I called mine
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I have a Bird in spring
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199
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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200
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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201
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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202
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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208
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I met a King this afternoon!
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209
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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 read my sentence—steadily
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reckon—when I count it all
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215
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I robbed the Woods
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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218
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I shall keep singing!
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219
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I sing to use the Waiting
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I stole them from a Bee
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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225
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I took my Power in my Hand
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226
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I went to heaven,--
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227
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I went to thank Her
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228
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I would not paint—a picture
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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230
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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231
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If anybody's friend be dead
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232
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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233
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If recollecting were forgetting
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234
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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235
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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236
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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237
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I'm the little
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238
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In Winter in my Room
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239
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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240
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It can't be "Summer"!
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2
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241
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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2
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242
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It tossed—and tossed
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243
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It was given to me by the Gods
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244
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It's like the Light
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245
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Knows how to forget!
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246
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Life—is what we make of it
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247
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Light is sufficient to itself
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1
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248
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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249
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
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2
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250
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Make me a picture of the sun
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0
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251
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Mama never forgets her birds
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4
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252
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
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253
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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1
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254
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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255
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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1
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256
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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1
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257
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My life closed twice
|
2
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0
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0%
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258
|
My life closed twice before its close;
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11
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4%
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0
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259
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My life had stood
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3
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0
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260
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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5
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0
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261
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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1
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0
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262
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My River runs to thee
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7
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0
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263
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
2
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0
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264
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Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
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0
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265
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Nature is what we see—
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13
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5%
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0
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0%
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266
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Never for Society
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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267
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
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0%
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0
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268
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No Prisoner be
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2
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0
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269
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
270
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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271
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Of Course—I prayed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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On such a night, or such a night
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
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One Blessing had I than the rest
|
2
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0%
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0
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274
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
4
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1%
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0
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275
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Out of sight? What of that?
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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276
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Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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277
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Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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278
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Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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279
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Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
She hideth Her the last
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
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She lay as if at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
So much Summer
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
South Winds jostle them
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
10
|
3%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
11
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Summer Shower
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
Tell All The Truth
|
12
|
4%
|
0
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0%
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|
292
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
11
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
That I did always love
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
297
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
298
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
|
|
300
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
The bustle in a house
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
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The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The feet of people walking home
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
306
|
The Manner of its Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
307
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
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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|
309
|
The pedigree of honey
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
312
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
313
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
There is a June when Corn is cut
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
320
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
322
|
There is another sky
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
323
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
324
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
These—saw Visions
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
329
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
332
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
This heart that broke so long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
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2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
To offer brave assistance
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
To this World she returned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
To venerate the simple days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
What did They do since I saw Them?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
While it is alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|