|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
76
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
217
|
37%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
80
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
95
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
584
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
31
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
36
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
24
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
89
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
31
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
105
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
53
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
53
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
23
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
49
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A slash of Blue
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A toad can die of light!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
23
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As One does Sickness over
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
29
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bound—a trouble
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Chartless
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Come Slowly
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Could live—did live
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Delight is as the flight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Faith
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fame is a bee
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
First Robin
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Give little Anguish
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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He who in Himself believes
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How happy is the little Stone
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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I asked no other thing
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I Died For Beauty
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I felt my life with both my hands
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I gave myself to Him
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I got so I could take his name
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I had a guinea golden
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I had no time to hate, because
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know lives, I could miss
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know that He exists
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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I meant to find Her when I came
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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I robbed the Woods
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I rose—because He sank
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I send Two Sunsets
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I should have been too glad, I see
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I stole them from a Bee
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I think I was enchanted
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I would not paint—a picture
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I years had been from home,
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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If pain for peace prepares
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'm
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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4%
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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In lands I never saw—they say
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It can't be "Summer"!
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It did not surprise me
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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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 is an honorable thought,
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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It struck me every day
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249
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It was given to me by the Gods
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250
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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251
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It was too late for Man
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252
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It's all I have to bring today
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7
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1%
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0
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253
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
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2
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254
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It's easy to invent a Life
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3
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255
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It's like the Light
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2
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0
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256
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It's like the light, --
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2
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0
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257
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It's such a little thing to weep
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2
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0
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258
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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4
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259
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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
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3
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0
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260
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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2
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0
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261
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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1
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0
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262
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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2
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0
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263
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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3
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0
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264
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Love—is anterior to Life
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3
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0
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0%
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|
265
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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266
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Love—thou art high
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2
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0
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267
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Make me a picture of the sun
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1
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0
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268
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Me from Myself—to banish
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1
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0
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269
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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270
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
2
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0%
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0
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271
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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Morning—means
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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4
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0
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0%
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274
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
3
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0%
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0
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275
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
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My friend must be a Bird
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
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My Garden—like the Beach
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
My life closed twice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
10
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
My life had stood
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
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My Reward for Being, was This
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
My River runs to thee
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
286
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
287
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
Nature is what we see—
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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Nature rarer uses yellow
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
14
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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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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|
292
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
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Not in this world to see his face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
300
|
One dignity delays for all
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
301
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
303
|
Our share of night to bear
|
10
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
304
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Pain Has An Element
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
306
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
308
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
Rest at Night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
314
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
316
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
318
|
She died at play
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
5
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
320
|
She hideth Her the last
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
She lay as if at play
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
325
|
She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Snow flakes
|
5
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
So well that I can live without
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
Some things that fly there be
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
31
|
5%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
|
Spring is the Period
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
49
|
8%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
342
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
43
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
That I did always love
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
5
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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The Body grows without
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Brain, within its Groove
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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44
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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The bustle in a house
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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The bustle in a house
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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The Chariot
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Chemical conviction
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5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The cricket sang,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
The Dust behind I strove to join
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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The dying need but little, dear,--
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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The face I carry with me—last
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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The first Day's Night had come
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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The good Will of a Flower
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
|
The last Night that She lived
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Morning after Woe
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
371
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Railway Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The Robin is the One
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
There is a finished feeling
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
There is a word
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
There is another sky
|
27
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
These—saw Visions
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
They ask but our Delight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
They dropped like flakes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
They have a little Odor—that to me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
This heart that broke so long
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
We talked as Girls do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
What Inn is this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
What is—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
When Night is almost done
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
When One has given up One's life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
While Asters—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
20
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
Woodpecker, The
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
You constituted Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
You love me—you are sure
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
