|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
49
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
152
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
62
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
97
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
437
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
23
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
69
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
21
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
21
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Charm invests a face
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A door just opened on a street
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Although I put away his life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
An altered look about the hills
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
37
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
By The Sea
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Chartless
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Exultation is the going
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Fame is a bee
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Great Caesar! Condescend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
I bring an unaccustomed wine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
I could not drink it, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I Died For Beauty
|
25
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I had some things that I called mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I have a Bird in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I know a place where summer strives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I like a look of Agony
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I lived on dread; to those who know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I make His Crescent fill or lack
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I meant to find Her when I came
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I never told the buried gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I play at Riches—to appease
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I reason, Earth is short
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I send Two Sunsets
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I should have been too glad, I see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I started Early - Took my Dog
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
1
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0%
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I would distil a cup
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If I'm lost—now
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If What we could—were what we would
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm saying every day
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In Winter in my Room
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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It did not surprise me
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It dropped so low in my regard
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It might be lonelier
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It struck me every day
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It was too late for Man
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It will be Summer—eventually
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's like the Light
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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Knows how to forget!
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Make me a picture of the sun
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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Must be a Woe
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Mute thy Coronation
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My best Acquaintances are those
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My friend must be a Bird
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My nosegays are for captives;
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My River runs to thee
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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Never for Society
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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No Crowd that has occurred
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No matter—now—Sweet
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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No Prisoner be
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Of all the souls that stand create
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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Of Brussels—it was not
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On a Columnar Self
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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On this wondrous sea
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One and One—are One
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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Pain Has An Element
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Pain—expands the Time
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Pain--has an Element of Blank--
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large
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Perhaps you think me stooping
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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Prayer is the little implement
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Publication
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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Remorse—is Memory—awake
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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Savior! I've no one else to tell
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She died at play
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She lay as if at play
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She rose to His Requirement
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She slept beneath a tree
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Snow flakes
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So has a Daisy vanished
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So proud she was to die
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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Some things that fly there be
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Some—Work for Immortality
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Some—Work for Immortality
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Sown in dishonor
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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Sweet, to have had them lost
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Take your Heaven further on
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279
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Tell All The Truth
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280
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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3%
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281
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
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That Distance was between Us
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283
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That I did always love
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4
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284
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
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285
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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
2
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286
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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287
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The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
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288
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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9
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2%
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289
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
37
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8%
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290
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The bustle in a house
|
7
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1%
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291
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The Chariot
|
2
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292
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The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
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293
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The Court is far away
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294
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The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
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295
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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296
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The difference between Despair
|
2
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297
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The feet of people walking home
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298
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The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
1
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0
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|
299
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The Grass so little has to do
|
1
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0
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|
300
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
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0
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301
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The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
3
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302
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The last Night that She lived
|
5
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1%
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0
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303
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
7
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1%
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0
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304
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The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
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0
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|
305
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The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
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The Martyr Poets—did not tell
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
307
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
309
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
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0
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310
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The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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The Only News I know
|
2
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0
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312
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The pedigree of honey
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
313
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The power to be true to You
|
1
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0
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|
314
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The Railway Train
|
4
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
315
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0
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|
316
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
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0
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|
317
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
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0%
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0
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318
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
319
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
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2%
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|
320
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The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
321
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The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
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0%
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0
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322
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The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
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0%
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0
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323
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The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
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0%
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0
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324
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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326
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
4
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0%
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0
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327
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The Sun is gay or stark
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3
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0
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328
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
3
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0%
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0
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329
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
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The Truth—is stirless
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
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The Veins of other Flowers
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
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The White Heat
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
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The Winters are so short
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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The Woodpecker
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
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0%
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0
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340
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There is a pain—so utter
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
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There is a word
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
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There is an arid Pleasure
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
343
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There is another sky
|
26
|
5%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
15
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
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There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
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These are the days when Birds come back
|
5
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349
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These tested Our Horizon
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1
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350
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They dropped like flakes
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4
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351
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They leave us with the Infinite
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1
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352
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They put Us far apart
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1
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353
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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1
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354
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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
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1
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355
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This Consciousness that is aware
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2
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356
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This heart that broke so long
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7
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1%
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357
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This is a Blossom of the Brain
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1
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0
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358
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This is my letter to the world,
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7
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359
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This was in the White of the Year
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3
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360
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This World is not Conclusion
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5
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361
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
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1
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362
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
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3
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363
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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3
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364
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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365
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
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366
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'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
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367
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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3
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368
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To be alive—is Power
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3
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369
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To die
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370
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To die—takes just a little while
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371
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To fight aloud, is very brave
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2
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372
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To fill a Gap
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1
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373
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To hear an Oriole sing
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1
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374
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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1
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375
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To learn the Transport by the Pain
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1
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0
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376
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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1
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377
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To love thee Year by Year
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1
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0
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|
378
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To make a prairie (1755)
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9
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2%
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0
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379
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To my small Hearth His fire came
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1
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0
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380
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To One denied the drink
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1
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0%
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0
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381
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To put this World down, like a Bundle
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1
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|
382
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To this World she returned
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2
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383
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To wait an Hour—is long
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4
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384
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Too little way the House must lie
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1
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|
385
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Train
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3
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0
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|
386
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Triumph—may be of several kinds
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1
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0
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|
387
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Trust in the Unexpected
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2
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0
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|
388
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Truth—is as old as God
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1
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0
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|
389
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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
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1
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0
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390
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Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
1
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0
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|
391
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0
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|
392
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
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0
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|
393
|
'Twas Love—not me
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3
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|
394
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Twas such a little—little boat
|
4
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0
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|
395
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
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1
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0
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396
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
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3
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0
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|
397
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Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
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1
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0
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|
398
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
399
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
400
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
401
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
402
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
2
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0
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|
403
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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404
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Unto my Books—so good to turn
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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405
|
Victory comes late
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
406
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
407
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
14
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3%
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408
|
We can but follow to the Sun
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0
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409
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
410
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
5
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
411
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
21
|
4%
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0
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0%
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|
412
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
413
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
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0
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0%
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|
414
|
We lose—because we win
|
5
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
415
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
416
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
417
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
418
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
419
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
420
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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421
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
422
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
423
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
424
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
425
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
426
|
What is—
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
427
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
428
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
429
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
430
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
431
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
432
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
433
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
434
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
435
|
When Night is almost done
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
436
|
When One has given up One's life
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
437
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
438
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
439
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
440
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
4
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
441
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
442
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
443
|
While Asters—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
444
|
While it is alive
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
445
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
446
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
447
|
Who occupies this House?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
448
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
451
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
453
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
454
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
8
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
455
|
Will there really be a
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
456
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
18
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
457
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
458
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
20
|
4%
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0
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0%
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|
459
|
Within my reach!
|
18
|
4%
|
0
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0%
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|
460
|
Without this—there is nought
|
14
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
461
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
12
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
462
|
Woodpecker, The
|
23
|
5%
|
0
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0%
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|
463
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
15
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
464
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
12
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
465
|
You constituted Time
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
466
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
9
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
467
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
468
|
You love me—you are sure
|
18
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
469
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
470
|
You said that I
|
12
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
471
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
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|
474
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
You're right—
|
27
|
6%
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0
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