|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
34
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
78
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
45
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
49
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
238
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
20
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
35
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
59
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
129
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54%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
66
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
50
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
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
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ample make this bed.
|
42
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Apology for Her
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
41
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
By The Sea
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Fame is a bee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her—"last Poems"
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Home
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How happy is the little Stone
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How well I knew Her not
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I asked no other thing
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dwell in Possibility
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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191
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I felt my life with both my hands
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192
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gained it so
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I gave myself to Him
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195
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I had no Cause to be awake
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196
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I had no time to Hate
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I had no time to hate, because
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198
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I have a King, who does not speak
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199
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I have never seen
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200
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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201
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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202
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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203
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I know a place where summer strives
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204
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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205
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I know that He exists
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206
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I like a look of Agony
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207
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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208
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I many times thought Peace had come
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209
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I meant to have but modest needs
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210
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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211
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I ment to find her when I came;
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212
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I never lost as much but twice
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213
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I Never Saw a Moor
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214
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I never told the buried gold
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215
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I play at Riches—to appease
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216
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I read my sentence—steadily
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217
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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220
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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221
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I send Two Sunsets
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222
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I should have been too glad, I see
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223
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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224
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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225
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I stepped from plank to plank
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226
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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227
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I think I was enchanted
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228
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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I took my Power in my Hand
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230
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I went to heaven,--
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231
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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232
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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233
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing
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234
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If anybody's friend be dead
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235
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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236
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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237
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If He were living—dare I ask
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238
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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239
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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240
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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241
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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242
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If I should die
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243
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If What we could—were what we would
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244
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If you were coming in the fall,
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245
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If your Nerve, deny you
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246
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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247
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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248
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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11
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4%
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249
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In Winter in my Room
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2
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0%
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250
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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251
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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252
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It troubled me as once I was
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253
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It was too late for Man
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254
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It would have starved a Gnat
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255
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It's all I have to bring today
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256
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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257
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Light is sufficient to itself
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0
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258
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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259
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Love—thou art high
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1
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260
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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1
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0
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261
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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2
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262
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My life closed twice
|
2
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0
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263
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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264
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My River runs to thee
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1
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0%
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0
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265
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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1
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0
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266
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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3
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1%
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0
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267
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Nature is what we see—
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0
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268
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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1
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0%
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0
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269
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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5
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0
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0%
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|
270
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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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271
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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Never for Society
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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1
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0%
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0
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274
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No Rack can torture me
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1
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0
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275
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Not all die early, dying young
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1
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0
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276
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Not in this world to see his face
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1
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0%
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0
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277
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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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|
278
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Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
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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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|
281
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
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Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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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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|
284
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Papa above!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
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Prayer is the little implement
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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288
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
12
|
5%
|
0
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0%
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|
290
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So much Summer
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
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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Some things that fly there be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
14
|
5%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
32
|
13%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
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Taking up the fair Ideal
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
Tell All The Truth
|
84
|
35%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
That I did always love
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
301
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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
15
|
6%
|
0
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0%
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|
307
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
The Chariot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
315
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
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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|
317
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
331
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
334
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
336
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
338
|
There is another sky
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
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|
339
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
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To be alive—is Power
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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To fight aloud, is very brave
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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To fill a Gap
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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
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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To make a prairie (1755)
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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To put this World down, like a Bundle
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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To this World she returned
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
356
|
To venerate the simple days
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1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
357
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To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
358
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Train
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
363
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Without this—there is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Woodpecker, The
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
You're right—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|