|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
51
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
86
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
61
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
42
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
305
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
61
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
24
|
7%
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0
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0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
132
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43%
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0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
74
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
54
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
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 narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Secret told
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Ample make this bed.
|
29
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
27
|
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 Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By such and such an offering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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174
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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175
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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176
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I Died For Beauty
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13%
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177
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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178
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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179
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I dwell in Possibility
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180
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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181
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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182
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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183
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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184
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I felt my life with both my hands
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185
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I found the phrase to every thought
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186
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I gained it so
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187
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I gave myself to Him
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188
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I got so I could take his name
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189
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I had a guinea golden
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190
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I had been hungry all the years-
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191
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I had no Cause to be awake
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192
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I had some things that I called mine
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193
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I have a Bird in spring
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194
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I haven't told my garden yet
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195
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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196
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I hide myself within my flower
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197
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I know a place where summer strives
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198
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I know lives, I could miss
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199
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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11
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3%
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200
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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201
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I like a look of Agony
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5
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202
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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203
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I meant to find Her when I came
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204
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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205
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I ment to find her when I came;
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206
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I never felt at Home—Below
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207
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I never lost as much but twice
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208
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I Never Saw a Moor
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6
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209
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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210
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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211
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I send Two Sunsets
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8
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212
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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213
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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214
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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215
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I think I was enchanted
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216
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I took my Power in my Hand
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217
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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218
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I went to heaven,--
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219
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I went to thank Her
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220
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I years had been from home,
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221
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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4
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222
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If anybody's friend be dead
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2
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223
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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11
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3%
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224
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If you were coming in the fall,
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2
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225
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If your Nerve, deny you
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3
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226
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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227
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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18
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5%
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228
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Impossibility, like Wine
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229
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In Winter in my Room
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1
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230
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It knew no Medicine
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1
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231
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It might be lonelier
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232
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It struck me every day
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233
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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234
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It's all I have to bring today
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235
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
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236
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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237
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Life—is what we make of it
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238
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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239
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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1
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0
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240
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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4
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1%
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0
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241
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Love—thou art high
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2
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0
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242
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Love—is anterior to Life
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3
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243
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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244
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Love—thou art high
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2
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0
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245
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Low at my problem bending
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1
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0
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246
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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3
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0
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247
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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1
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0
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248
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My friend must be a Bird
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3
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0%
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0
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249
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My life closed twice
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1
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0%
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0
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250
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My River runs to thee
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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251
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My wheel is in the dark
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1
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0
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252
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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2
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0%
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0
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253
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Nature is what we see—
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0
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254
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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2
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0
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255
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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256
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
259
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No Crowd that has occurred
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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260
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No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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No Romance sold unto
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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Of Course—I prayed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
On a Columnar Self
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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On this wondrous sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
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One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Pain Has An Element
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
278
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Remorse
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
She lay as if at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Snow flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
291
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
9
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
293
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
31
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10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
That I did always love
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
300
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
304
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
The bustle in a house
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
309
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
323
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
326
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
There is another sky
|
17
|
5%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
We talked as Girls do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Who occupies this House?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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