|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
28
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
151
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
54
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
75
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
418
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
38
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
95
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
37
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
47
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
24
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ample make this bed.
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bound—a trouble
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By The Sea
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Each Second is the last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Exultation is the going
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fame is a bee
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
From Blank to Blank
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Garland for Queens, may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Good night, because we must
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How happy is the little Stone
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I cannot be ashamed
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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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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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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 felt my life with both my hands
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no time to Hate
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know lives, I could miss
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I know that He exists
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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198
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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199
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I like a look of Agony
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200
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lost a World - the other day!
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202
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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204
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never felt at Home—Below
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206
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I Never Saw a Moor
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207
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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208
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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209
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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210
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I stepped from plank to plank
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211
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I think the longest Hour of all
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212
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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214
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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215
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If I shouldn't be alive
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216
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If I'm lost—now
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217
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If recollecting were forgetting
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218
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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219
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If you were coming in the fall,
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220
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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221
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I'm saying every day
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222
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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223
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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224
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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225
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It struck me every day
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226
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It would never be Common—more—I said
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It's all I have to bring today
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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229
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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230
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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231
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Make me a picture of the sun
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232
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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233
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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234
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My life had stood
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235
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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236
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My nosegays are for captives;
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237
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My period had come for Prayer
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238
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My wheel is in the dark
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239
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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240
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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241
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Nature is what we see—
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242
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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243
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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244
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New feet within my garden go
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245
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No Prisoner be
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246
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Not probable—The barest Chance
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247
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Of Being is a Bird
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1
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248
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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1
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249
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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1
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250
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On this wondrous sea
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251
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One dignity delays for all
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252
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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253
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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254
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Our share of night to bear
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3
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255
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Over and over, like a Tune
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256
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Over the fence
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3
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257
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Pain
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2
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258
|
Pain Has An Element
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0
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259
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Pain has an element of blank;
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260
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Pain—expands the Time
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1
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261
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Pain—has an Element of Blank
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262
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Pain—expands the Time
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263
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Pain--has an Element of Blank--
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6
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0
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264
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Papa above!
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2
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0
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265
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Portraits are to daily faces
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0
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266
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Prayer is the little implement
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0
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267
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Remorse—is Memory—awake
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1
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0
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268
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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1
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0
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269
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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1
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0
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|
270
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She bore it till the simple veins
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1
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0
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271
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
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0
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272
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She died at play
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1
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0
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273
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She died—this was the way she died
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1
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274
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She dwelleth in the Ground
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275
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She slept beneath a tree
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1
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0%
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276
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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0
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277
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
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278
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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279
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Snow flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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|
280
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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2
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281
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Some things that fly there be
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2
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282
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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283
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Some—Work for Immortality
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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284
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
14
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
50
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11%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
Tell All The Truth
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
That I did always love
|
2
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0
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293
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
34
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8%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
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0
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0%
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|
307
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
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0%
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0
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|
311
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
|
The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
15
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
320
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
321
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
There is another sky
|
18
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
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There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
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This World is not Conclusion
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
341
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
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0
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348
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'Twas Love—not me
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2
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0
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349
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Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
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1
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350
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Unable are the Loved to die
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3
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351
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Under the Light, yet under
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2
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352
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Victory comes late
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3
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0%
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0
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353
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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Water, is taught by thirst
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
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1
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0
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356
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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8
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1%
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0
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357
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We learned the Whole of Love
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3
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0
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0%
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358
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We play at paste,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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359
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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360
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
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1
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0
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0%
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|
361
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When I hoped, I recollect
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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When I was small, a Woman died
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1
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0
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0%
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|
363
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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When Night is almost done
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
365
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When One has given up One's life
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
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Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
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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|
373
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Whether my bark went down at sea
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2
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0
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0%
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|
374
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While Asters—
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
375
|
While it is alive
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
376
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Who Court obtain within Himself
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
377
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
378
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Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
379
|
Who occupies this House?
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
380
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
382
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
383
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
384
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
385
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
386
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
387
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
388
|
Will there really be a
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
389
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
8
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
390
|
With thee, in the Desert
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
391
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
392
|
Within my reach!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
393
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Without this—there is nought
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
394
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
395
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
396
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
397
|
You love me—you are sure
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
398
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
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1
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