|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
28
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
113
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
79
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
55
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
262
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
73
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
34
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
133
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
75
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
43
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
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
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Secret told
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
26
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Garland for Queens, may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Give little Anguish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
God permit industrious angels
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I Died For Beauty
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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4
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175
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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176
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I like a look of Agony
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12
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177
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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3
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178
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I lost a World - the other day!
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2
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179
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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1
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180
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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181
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I never lost as much but twice
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1
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182
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I Never Saw a Moor
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4
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1%
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183
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I never told the buried gold
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1
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184
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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1
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185
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I read my sentence—steadily
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186
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I send Two Sunsets
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187
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I shall keep singing!
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188
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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189
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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190
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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2
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191
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I took my Power in my Hand
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6
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192
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I would not paint—a picture
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193
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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194
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If anybody's friend be dead
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2
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195
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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13
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196
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If I should die
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197
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If I shouldn't be alive
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2
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198
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If I'm lost—now
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199
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If you were coming in the fall,
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5
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1%
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0
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200
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If your Nerve, deny you
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201
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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1
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0
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0%
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202
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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22
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8%
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203
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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0
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204
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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205
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In Winter in my Room
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206
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0
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0%
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207
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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208
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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1
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0
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0%
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209
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It's such a little thing to weep
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1
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0
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210
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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1
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0
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211
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Knows how to forget!
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1
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0
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212
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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0
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213
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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2
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0
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214
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0
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215
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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2
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0
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216
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Me from Myself—to banish
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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217
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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1
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0
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0%
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218
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My life closed twice
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1
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219
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Nature is what we see—
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0
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220
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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1
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221
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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2
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222
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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0
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223
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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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224
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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5
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1%
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0
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225
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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1
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0
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0%
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226
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Not all die early, dying young
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2
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227
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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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228
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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1
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0
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229
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On this wondrous sea
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1
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0
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230
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One and One—are One
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1
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0
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231
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
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1
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0%
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0
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232
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
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1
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0
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233
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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1
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0
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234
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One Sister have I in our house
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1
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0%
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0
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235
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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1
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0
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0%
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236
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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237
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Our share of night to bear
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2
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0
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0%
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238
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Partake as doth the Bee
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1
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0
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239
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Poor little Heart!
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2
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0
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240
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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Publication—is the Auction
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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Removed from Accident of Loss
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1
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0
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243
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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1
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0
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244
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She died—this was the way she died
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1
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0
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245
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She lay as if at play
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1
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0
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246
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She rose to His Requirement
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1
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0
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247
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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1
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0%
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0
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248
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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5
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1%
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0
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249
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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1
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0
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250
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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1
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0
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251
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Some—Work for Immortality
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1
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0
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252
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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11
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0
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253
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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2
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0
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254
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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26
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9%
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0
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255
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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2
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0
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256
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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257
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Summer Shower
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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Superfluous were the Sun
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1
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0
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260
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Surgeons must be very careful
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1
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0
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0%
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261
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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262
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Sweet, to have had them lost
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
Tell All The Truth
|
18
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6%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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That Distance was between Us
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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That I did always love
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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267
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The Angle of a Landscape
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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269
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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19
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7%
|
0
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0%
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|
272
|
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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|
273
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The Chariot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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274
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The Definition of Beauty is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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The dying need but little, dear,--
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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The feet of people walking home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
278
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
280
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
281
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
282
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
283
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
The Only News I know
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
291
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
292
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
294
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
303
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
304
|
There is a word
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
305
|
There is another sky
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
312
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
313
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
To die
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
326
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
You love me—you are sure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
You said that I
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
You're right—
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