|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
64
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
253
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
27
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
76
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
26
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Although I put away his life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Ample make this bed.
|
48
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Answer July
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As if the Sea should part
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
At last, to be identified!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
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
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Could live—did live
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Fame is a bee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Give little Anguish
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Have any like Myself
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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He put the Belt around my life
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He who in Himself believes
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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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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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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 noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
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How well I knew Her not
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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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 cautious, scanned my little life
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I could suffice for Him, I knew
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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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 envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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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 found the phrase to every thought
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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 been hungry all the years-
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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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I had some things that I called mine
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I had the Glory—that will do
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I have never seen
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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 a place where summer strives
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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 like to see it lap the miles,
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I often passed the village
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I reason, Earth is short
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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 see thee better—in the Dark
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I should have been too glad, I see
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I think I was enchanted
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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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 went to heaven,--
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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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 it had no pencil
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If those I loved were lost
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If you were coming in the fall,
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249
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I'm
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250
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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251
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In Winter in my Room
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252
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It can't be "Summer"!
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253
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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256
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
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257
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Many a phrase has the English language
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258
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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259
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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260
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My life closed twice
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261
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My life closed twice before its close;
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262
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My life had stood
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263
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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264
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My nosegays are for captives;
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265
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My Reward for Being, was This
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1
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0
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266
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
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267
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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268
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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269
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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270
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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271
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Never for Society
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1
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272
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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1
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0
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273
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Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
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0%
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0
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274
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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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275
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
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0
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276
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Of Course—I prayed
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2
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0
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277
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On such a night, or such a night
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0
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278
|
One dignity delays for all
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3
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1%
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0
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279
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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280
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
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0%
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0
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283
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
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0
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284
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
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0
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285
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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286
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She slept beneath a tree
|
1
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0
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287
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
1
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288
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She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
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289
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
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290
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She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
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291
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
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292
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She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
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293
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Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
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294
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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4
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0
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|
295
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
1
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0
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|
296
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
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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Smiling back from Coronation
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
Snow flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
So much Summer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
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So proud she was to die
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
Some—Work for Immortality
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1
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0%
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0
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|
303
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0
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|
304
|
South Winds jostle them
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1
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0%
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0
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305
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Taking up the fair Ideal
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
308
|
Tell All The Truth
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
309
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
7
|
2%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
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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|
311
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That I did always love
|
2
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0
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|
312
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
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2
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313
|
The Body grows without
|
1
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0
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|
314
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
315
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
316
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0
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|
317
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
318
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
The day came slow, till five o' clock
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
322
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
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 Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
2
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0
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|
324
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The feet of people walking home
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
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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|
326
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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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|
327
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
331
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
The Only News I know
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
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The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
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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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|
340
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
341
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
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The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
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348
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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349
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The Sun is gay or stark
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350
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
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351
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The Truth—is stirless
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352
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The wind begun to rock the grass
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353
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
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354
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The Winters are so short
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355
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There came a Day at Summer's full
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356
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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357
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There is a pain—so utter
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358
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There is another sky
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359
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There is no frigate like a book
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360
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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3
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0
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361
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These—saw Visions
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0
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362
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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12
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4%
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0
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363
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They leave us with the Infinite
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1
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0
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364
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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1
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365
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They won't frown always—some sweet Day
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1
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366
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This is my letter to the world,
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367
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This was in the White of the Year
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368
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This World is not Conclusion
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1
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369
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This—is the land—the Sunset washes
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0
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370
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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1
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0
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|
371
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
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1
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0
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0%
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|
372
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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2
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0
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373
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'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
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1
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0
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0%
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|
374
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To hang our head—ostensibly
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1
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0
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0%
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|
375
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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1
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0
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0%
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|
376
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To love thee Year by Year
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2
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0
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|
377
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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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|
378
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To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
379
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
380
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To offer brave assistance
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
382
|
Truth—is as old as God
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
383
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
384
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
385
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
386
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
387
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
388
|
Uncertain lease—develops lustre
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
389
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
391
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
394
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
395
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
396
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
397
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
398
|
We do not play on Graves
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
399
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
400
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Will there really be a
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
You constituted Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
You love me—you are sure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
You said that I "was Great"—one Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
