|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
35
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
92
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
63
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
211
|
71%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
294
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
28
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
35
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
71
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
131
|
44%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
85
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
54
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ample make this bed.
|
21
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Answer July
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apology for Her
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
39
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By The Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Chartless
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Give little Anguish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
1
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0%
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Herein a Blossom lies
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176
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Home
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2
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177
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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178
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How far is it to Heaven?
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179
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How fortunate the Grave
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180
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How happy is the little Stone
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4
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181
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How many times these low feet staggered
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182
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How well I knew Her not
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183
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I am alive—I guess
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184
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I asked no other thing
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185
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I can wade Grief
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186
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I cannot be ashamed
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187
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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188
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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189
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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190
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I cross till I am weary
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1
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191
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I Died For Beauty
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44
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14%
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0
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0%
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192
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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193
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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194
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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195
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I gave myself to Him
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196
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I had no time to hate, because
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197
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I had some things that I called mine
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1
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198
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I have a Bird in spring
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3
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199
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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1
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200
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I haven't told my garden yet
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1
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201
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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202
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I keep my pledge
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2
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203
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I like a look of Agony
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6
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2%
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204
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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9
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3%
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205
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I live with Him—I see His face
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2
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0
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206
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I lost a World - the other day!
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1
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0
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207
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I many times thought Peace had come
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3
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1%
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208
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I meant to find Her when I came
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2
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209
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I meant to have but modest needs
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1
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0
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210
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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1
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0
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211
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I ment to find her when I came;
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2
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212
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I met a King this afternoon!
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2
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0%
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0
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213
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I never felt at Home—Below
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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214
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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1
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0
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215
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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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216
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I Never Saw a Moor
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5
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1%
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0
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217
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I reason, Earth is short
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1
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218
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I robbed the Woods
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2
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0
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219
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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1
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0%
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220
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I shall keep singing!
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1
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0
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221
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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2
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0
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222
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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3
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1%
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0
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223
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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1
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224
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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0
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225
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I stole them from a Bee
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1
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0
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226
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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3
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1%
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0
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227
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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0%
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0
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228
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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1
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0
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229
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I took my Power in my Hand
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2
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0%
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0
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230
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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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231
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I would distil a cup
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1
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232
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I would not paint—a picture
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1
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0%
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0
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233
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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9
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3%
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0
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0%
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234
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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20
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6%
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0
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235
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If I should die
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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236
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If I shouldn't be alive
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6
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2%
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0
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0%
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237
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If this is "fading"
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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238
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If those I loved were lost
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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239
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If you were coming in the fall,
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1
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0
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0%
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240
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If your Nerve, deny you
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
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'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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243
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
12
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4%
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0
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0%
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244
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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246
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In Winter in my Room
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
|
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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It can't be "Summer"!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
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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It might be lonelier
|
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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It will be Summer—eventually
|
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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It's like the light, --
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
254
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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Let Us play Yesterday
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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257
|
Like her the Saints retire
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
265
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
267
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
My life closed twice
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
269
|
My life had stood
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
270
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
271
|
My River runs to thee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
272
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
Nature is what we see—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
No Crowd that has occurred
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
279
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
No Prisoner be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
281
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
On a Columnar Self
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
One and One—are One
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
Perhaps you think me stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
Remorse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
296
|
She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Snow flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
300
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
32
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Tell All The Truth
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
That Distance was between Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
26
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The first Day that I was a Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Future—never spoke
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Railway Train
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
There is another sky
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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349
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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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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There's something quieter than sleep
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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These are the days when Birds come back
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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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They dropped like 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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|
353
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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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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They say that 'time assuages,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
355
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
356
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
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1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
357
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This World is not Conclusion
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2
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
359
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
20
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
