|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
81
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
178
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
73
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
99
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
501
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
34
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
32
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
23
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
67
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
106
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
62
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
70
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
19
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
18
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
20
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An everywhere of silver
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
22
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By such and such an offering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Chartless
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Each Second is the last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Exultation is the going
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Fame is a bee
|
22
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
For Death—or rather
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Frequently the wood are pink
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From Blank to Blank
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6
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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From Us She wandered now a Year
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Garland for Queens, may be
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Give little Anguish
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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Going to Heaven!
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Good night, because we must
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Grief is a Mouse
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3
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Had I presumed to hope
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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190
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He fumbles at your Soul
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3
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191
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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1
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Heart! We will forget him!
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10
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193
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Heaven
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4
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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195
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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196
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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4
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Her final summer was it,
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Her—"last Poems"
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His Bill an Auger is
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200
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His Feet are shod with Gauze
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201
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Home
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3
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202
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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1
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203
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How far is it to Heaven?
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2
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204
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How fortunate the Grave
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1
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205
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How happy is the little Stone
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7
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1%
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206
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How many times these low feet staggered
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1
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207
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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208
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How the Waters closed above Him
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1
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0
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209
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I am alive—I guess
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3
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0
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210
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I am ashamed—I hide
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1
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0
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211
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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3
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0
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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2
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213
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I could die—to know
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1
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0
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214
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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1
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0
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215
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I Died For Beauty
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49
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9%
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216
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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3
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217
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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2
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218
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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219
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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220
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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4
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221
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I felt my life with both my hands
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3
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0
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222
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I gave myself to Him
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3
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223
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I had no Cause to be awake
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2
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0
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224
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I have a Bird in spring
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1
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0
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225
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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4
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0
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226
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I hide myself within my flower
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1
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0
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227
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I know lives, I could miss
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1
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0
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228
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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2
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0
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229
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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1
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0
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230
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I like a look of Agony
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15
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2%
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231
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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19
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3%
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0
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232
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I lost a World - the other day!
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2
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0
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0%
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233
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I many times thought Peace had come
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1
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0
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0%
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234
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I meant to find Her when I came
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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235
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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2
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0
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0%
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236
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I never lost as much but twice
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1
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0
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237
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I Never Saw a Moor
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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238
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I never told the buried gold
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1
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0
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0%
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239
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I reason, Earth is short
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1
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0
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240
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I rose—because He sank
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2
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0
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0%
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241
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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1
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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 should have been too glad, I see
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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243
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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244
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
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I stepped from plank to plank
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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246
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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I think the longest Hour of all
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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248
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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250
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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I years had been from home,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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252
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
9
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
253
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
9
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
254
|
If I may have it, when it's dead
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
If I should die
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
256
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
257
|
If recollecting were forgetting
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
If the foolish, call them
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
259
|
If this is "fading"
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
260
|
If those I loved were lost
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
In lands I never saw—they say
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
It always felt to me—a wrong
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
268
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
It might be lonelier
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
It struck me every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
It would never be Common—more—I said
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
It's like the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Knows how to forget!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Like her the Saints retire
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Low at my problem bending
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Mute thy Coronation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
No Other can reduce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Perhaps you think me stooping
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Publication
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Put up my lute!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Remorse—is Memory—awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Removed from Accident of Loss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Renunciation
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Rest at Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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Severer Service of myself
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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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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0
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0%
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|
352
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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She died at play
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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She died—this was the way she died
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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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She dwelleth in the Ground
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
|
She hideth Her the last
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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She lay as if at play
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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She rose to His Requirement
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
|
She rose to His Requirement - dropt
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
She rose to his requirement, dropped
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
10
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
Snow flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
So proud she was to die
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
364
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
365
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
19
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
367
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
107
|
21%
|
0
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0%
|
|
370
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
371
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
372
|
Summer Shower
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
373
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
374
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
375
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Sweet, to have had them lost
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
378
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
379
|
Tell All The Truth
|
25
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
380
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
26
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
That I did always love
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
24
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The bustle in a house
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Court is far away
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The last Night that She lived
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Martyr Poets—did not tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
There is another sky
|
20
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
They ask but our Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Train
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
52
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
What Inn is this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
18
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
You're right—
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
