|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
39
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
96
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
39
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
54
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
260
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
30
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
82
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
29
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Secret told
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A toad can die of light!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All I may, if small
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ample make this bed.
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Chartless
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Fame is a bee
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I could die—to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I could suffice for Him, I knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I Died For Beauty
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I had a guinea golden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I have a King, who does not speak
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I like a look of Agony
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I shall keep singing!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I went to heaven,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I years had been from home,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
If I should die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I'm
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
12
|
4%
|
0
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0%
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I'm the little
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In Winter in my Room
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It struck me every day
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's easy to invent a Life
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It's like the Light
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It's like the light, --
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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Least Bee that brew
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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My best Acquaintances are those
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My friend must be a Bird
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My nosegays are for captives;
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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Our journey had advanced;
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Our share of night to bear
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Over the fence
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Pain--has an Element of Blank--
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Partake as doth the Bee
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Patience—has a quiet Outer
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Precious to Me—She still shall be
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She rose to His Requirement
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some things that fly there be
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Soto! Explore thyself!
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Sown in dishonor
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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Superfluous were the Sun
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Take your Heaven further on
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Taking up the fair Ideal
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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Teach Him—When He makes the names
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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The bustle in a house
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The Court is far away
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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The Grass so little has to do
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The last Night that She lived
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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The Luxury to apprehend
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The morns are meeker than they were
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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The Murmur of a Bee
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The Mystery of Pain
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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The name—of it—is
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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The only ghost I ever saw
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The Only News I know
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The Outer—from the Inner
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The pedigree of honey
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The Poets light but Lamps
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The power to be true to You
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The Province of the Saved
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The Railway Train
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The rainbow never tells me
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
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The Robin for the Crumb
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The Robin is the One
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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The Rose did caper on her cheek
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The Service without Hope
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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271
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The Way I read a Letter's—this
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The Whole of it came not at once
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273
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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274
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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275
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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276
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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There is a pain—so utter
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278
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There is another sky
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There is no frigate like a book
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280
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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281
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They say that 'time assuages,
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282
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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6
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283
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This Bauble was preferred of Bees
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1
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0
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284
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This heart that broke so long
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285
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This World is not Conclusion
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0
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286
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Tho' my destiny be Fustian
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1
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0
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287
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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0
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288
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To die—takes just a little while
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289
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To fill a Gap
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290
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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291
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To make a prairie (1755)
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8
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292
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To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
5
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293
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To my small Hearth His fire came
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1
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0
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294
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To wait an Hour—is long
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1
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295
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Train
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2
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0
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296
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Triumph—may be of several kinds
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2
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297
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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
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3
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0
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298
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
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0
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299
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Two butterflies went out at noon
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2
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300
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'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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1
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0
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|
301
|
Under the Light, yet under
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1
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|
302
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
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0
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303
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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0
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304
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
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305
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
12
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306
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We should not mind so small a flower
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2
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307
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We talked as Girls do
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1
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0%
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0
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|
308
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
3
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1%
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0
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310
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
311
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
4
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1%
|
0
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|
312
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
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0%
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0
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313
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You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
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0%
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0
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314
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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