|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
22
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
127
|
70%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
31
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
34
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
181
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
19
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
37
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
11
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
50
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
142
|
78%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
79
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
55
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
19
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
17
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little road not made man
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
14
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
17
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By The Sea
|
10
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Chartless
|
11
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Come Slowly
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Could live—did live
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Finding is the first Act
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
From Blank to Blank
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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Going to Heaven!
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Grief is a Mouse
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Had I presumed to hope
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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 gave away his Life
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He parts Himself—like Leaves
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He strained my faith
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He told a homely tale
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
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How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
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How the Waters closed above Him
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I am alive—I guess
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I asked no other thing
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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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 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 Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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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 gained it so
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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 Cause to be awake
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have a King, who does not speak
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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 keep my pledge
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I know lives, I could miss
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I know that He exists
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I shall keep singing!
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I sing to use the Waiting
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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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 I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I'm lost—now
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If recollecting were forgetting
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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249
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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7
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250
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I'm saying every day
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251
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In lands I never saw—they say
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252
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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253
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It is a lonesome Glee
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254
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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255
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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256
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It struck me every day
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2
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257
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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258
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It's all I have to bring today
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2
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259
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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1
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260
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Let Us play Yesterday
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1
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0
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261
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Life—is what we make of it
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262
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Light is sufficient to itself
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1
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0
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263
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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265
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
3
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1%
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0
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266
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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267
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
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1%
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0
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268
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Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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269
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Morns like these—we parted
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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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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Must be a Woe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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273
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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My life closed twice
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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277
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Nature is what we see—
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
2
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
No Rack can torture me
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Not
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
2
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
291
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
|
One and One—are One
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
294
|
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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|
295
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Pain Has An Element
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Publication
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
11
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Remorse
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Remorse—is Memory—awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Rest at Night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
She rose to His Requirement - dropt
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
She rose to his requirement, dropped
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
16
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Snow flakes
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
322
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
6
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
326
|
Sown in dishonor
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
18
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
16
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Summer Shower
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Tell All The Truth
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
2
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
The Body grows without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
18
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The bustle in a house
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Child's faith is new
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
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The Dust behind I strove to join
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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The dying need but little, dear,--
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2
|
1%
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0
|
0%
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|
350
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The first Day's Night had come
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
351
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The Future—never spoke
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
352
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
353
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
The Luxury to apprehend
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3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The show is not the show,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
There is another sky
|
10
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
19
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Two—were immortal twice
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
We do not play on Graves
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
What I see not, I better see
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
When One has given up One's life
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|