|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
85
|
33%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
25
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
30
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
252
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
35
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
73
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
37
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
57
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
47
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
31
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Arcturus
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Chartless
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
First Robin
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Have any like Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He gave away his Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He strained my faith
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He told a homely tale
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He who in Himself believes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Heaven
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
1
|
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Home
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176
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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177
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How far is it to Heaven?
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178
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy I was if I could forget
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180
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How happy is the little Stone
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181
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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182
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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183
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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184
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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186
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I can wade Grief
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187
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I cannot be ashamed
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188
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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189
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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190
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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191
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I could die—to know
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192
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I Died For Beauty
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14
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193
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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194
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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195
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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196
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I had been hungry all the years-
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197
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I had no time to hate, because
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198
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I have never seen
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199
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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2
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200
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I keep my pledge
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201
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I know that He exists
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1
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202
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I like a look of Agony
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10
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3%
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203
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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2
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204
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I lost a World - the other day!
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205
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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1
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206
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I never lost as much but twice
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2
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207
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I reason, Earth is short
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208
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I reckon—when I count it all
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209
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I robbed the Woods
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210
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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
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211
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I stepped from plank to plank
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3
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212
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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3
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213
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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214
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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2
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215
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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216
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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217
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I would not paint—a picture
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2
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218
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I years had been from home,
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219
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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3
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220
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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2%
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221
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If I should die
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2
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222
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If I shouldn't be alive
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223
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If this is "fading"
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2
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224
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If you were coming in the fall,
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21
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8%
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225
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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226
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I'm the little
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227
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Impossibility, like Wine
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228
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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1
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229
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In Winter in my Room
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2
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230
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It can't be "Summer"!
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231
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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1
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232
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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233
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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234
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Life—is what we make of it
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235
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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2
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236
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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3
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237
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Love—is anterior to Life
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2
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238
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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2
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239
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Love—thou art high
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2
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0
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240
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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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241
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
1
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242
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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243
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0
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244
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Must be a Woe
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1
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0
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245
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Mute thy Coronation
|
1
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0%
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0
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246
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My best Acquaintances are those
|
2
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0%
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0
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247
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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248
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
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0%
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0
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249
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My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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250
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My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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My friend must be a Bird
|
3
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1%
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0
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252
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
1
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0%
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0
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253
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My River runs to thee
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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254
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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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|
255
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
No Other can reduce
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
260
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
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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Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0
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|
262
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Not that We did, shall be the test
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
On a Columnar Self
|
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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One dignity delays for all
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Only a Shrine, but Mine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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Our journey had advanced;
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
271
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Papa above!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
273
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
Publication
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
Rest at Night
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Snow flakes
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
282
|
So much Summer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
Some things that fly there be
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
285
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
26
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Summer Shower
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
291
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
Tell All The Truth
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
299
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The Manner of its Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
There is another sky
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
We lose—because we win
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
While it is alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
You love me—you are sure
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
You said that I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
You said that I "was Great"—one Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
You're right—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|