|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
74
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
267
|
41%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
97
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
136
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
651
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
34
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
29
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
21
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
62
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
17
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
90
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
42
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
32
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A Secret told
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A slash of Blue
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
27
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ample make this bed.
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
69
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
26
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
17
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Chartless
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Fame is a bee
|
24
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good night, because we must
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I am alive—I guess
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175
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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176
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I could die—to know
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I cross till I am weary
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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183
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I dwell in Possibility
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6
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184
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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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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I gave myself to Him
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I got so I could take his name
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I had no time to Hate
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190
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I had not minded—Walls
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I had the Glory—that will do
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I haven't told my garden yet
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193
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know that He exists
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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I like a look of Agony
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199
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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18
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200
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I lived on Dread
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201
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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202
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I lost a World - the other day!
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203
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I meant to find Her when I came
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I rose—because He sank
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I should have been too glad, I see
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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10
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217
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I think I was enchanted
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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220
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I took my Power in my Hand
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221
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I was the slightest in the House
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223
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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224
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I went to heaven,--
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225
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I went to thank Her
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226
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I would not paint—a picture
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227
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I years had been from home,
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228
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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229
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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230
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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8
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231
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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232
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If I should die
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233
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If I shouldn't be alive
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234
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If I'm lost—now
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235
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If it had no pencil
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236
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If this is "fading"
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237
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If those I loved were lost
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3
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238
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If your Nerve, deny you
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1
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0
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239
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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240
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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1
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0
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241
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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29
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4%
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0
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243
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In rags mysterious as these
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1
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0
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244
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In Winter in my Room
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2
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0%
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0
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245
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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1
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0
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246
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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1
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0
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247
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0
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248
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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1
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0
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0%
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249
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It did not surprise me
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2
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0
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|
250
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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1
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0
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251
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It dropped so low in my regard
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1
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0
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0%
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252
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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It knew no Medicine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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It struck me every day
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1
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0
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0%
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255
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It tossed—and tossed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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It was given to me by the Gods
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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It was not death, for I stood up,
|
1
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0
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0%
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258
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It was too late for Man
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1
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0%
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0
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259
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It's all I have to bring today
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6
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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It's like the Light
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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Knows how to forget!
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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267
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Least Bee that brew
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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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Let Us play Yesterday
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Life—is what we make of it
|
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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Light is sufficient to itself
|
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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Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
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Love—thou art high
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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Low at my problem bending
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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Make me a picture of the sun
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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My friend must be a Bird
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
4
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
6
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
287
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
288
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
My Reward for Being, was This
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
My River runs to thee
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
Nature is what we see—
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
16
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
297
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
298
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
No Prisoner be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
One and One—are One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
311
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
313
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Poor little Heart!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
324
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
326
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Remorse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Rest at Night
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
334
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
She hideth Her the last
|
6
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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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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|
338
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
6
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
340
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
|
Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
12
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
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Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
345
|
Snow flakes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
So from the mould
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
So proud she was to die
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
348
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
South Winds jostle them
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
141
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
Taking up the fair Ideal
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Tell All The Truth
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
49
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
That Distance was between Us
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
That I did always love
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
84
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The cricket sang,
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The feet of people walking home
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The first Day that I was a Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The last Night that She lived
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Railway Train
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The Robin is the One
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
There is a word
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
There is another sky
|
29
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
These—saw Visions
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
They have a little Odor—that to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
They put Us far apart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
To die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
Train
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Uncertain lease—develops lustre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Victory comes late
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
17
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
52
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
We lose—because we win
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
We talked as Girls do
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
What I see not, I better see
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
What Inn is this
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
What is—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
512
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
513
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
514
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
515
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
516
|
When Night is almost done
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
517
|
When One has given up One's life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
518
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
519
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
520
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
521
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
522
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
523
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
524
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
525
|
While Asters—
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4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
526
|
While it is alive
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
527
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
528
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
529
|
Who occupies this House?
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
530
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
531
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
532
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
533
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
534
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
535
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
536
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
537
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
538
|
Will there really be a
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
539
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
540
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
541
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
30
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
542
|
Within my reach!
|
29
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
543
|
Without this—there is nought
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
544
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
545
|
Woodpecker, The
|
23
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
546
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
547
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
31
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
548
|
You constituted Time
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
549
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
550
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
551
|
You love me—you are sure
|
38
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
552
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
553
|
You said that I
|
22
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
554
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
555
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
23
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
556
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
21
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
557
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
558
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
559
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
34
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
560
|
You're right—
|
32
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
