|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
42
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
114
|
37%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
79
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
49
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
305
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
25
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
37
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
60
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
34
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
174
|
57%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
81
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
52
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A slash of Blue
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
After a hundred years
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ample make this bed.
|
25
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
36
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bound—a trouble
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Fame is a bee
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Home
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I Died For Beauty
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I gave myself to Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I have a Bird in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know that He exists
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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 meant to have but modest needs
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180
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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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 rose—because He sank
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I send Two Sunsets
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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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 think the longest Hour of all
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I went to heaven,--
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I would not paint—a picture
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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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 should die
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If I'm lost—now
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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If this is "fading"
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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Impossibility, like Wine
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In Winter in my Room
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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210
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It is an honorable thought,
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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It knew no Medicine
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It makes no difference abroad
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It might be lonelier
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It's easy to invent a Life
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218
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It's like the light, --
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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221
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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222
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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223
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Life—is what we make of it
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224
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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225
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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227
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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228
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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229
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Love—is anterior to Life
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230
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Love—thou art high
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231
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Love—is anterior to Life
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232
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Love—thou art high
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233
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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234
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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235
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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236
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My friend must be a Bird
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237
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My life closed twice
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238
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My life had stood
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0
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239
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My Reward for Being, was This
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240
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My River runs to thee
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1
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0
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241
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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1
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0
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242
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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0
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243
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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244
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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0
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245
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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0
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246
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New feet within my garden go
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0
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247
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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1
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0
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248
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No Rack can torture me
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1
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0
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249
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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3
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0
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250
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None can experience sting
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2
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0
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251
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Of all the souls that stand create
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2
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0
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0%
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252
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Of Course—I prayed
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0
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253
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On such a night, or such a night
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0
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254
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On this wondrous sea
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0
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255
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
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0%
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0
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256
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One dignity delays for all
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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257
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
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Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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259
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Prayer is the little implement
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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260
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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261
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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2
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0
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262
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Put up my lute!
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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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Ribbons of the Year
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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264
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
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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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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266
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She died—this was the way she died
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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267
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She rose to His Requirement
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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268
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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269
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She went as quiet as the Dew
|
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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Sic transit gloria mundi
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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271
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So has a Daisy vanished
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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273
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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274
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Spring is the Period
|
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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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
276
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
21
|
6%
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0
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0%
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|
277
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Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Tell All The Truth
|
16
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5%
|
0
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0%
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|
280
|
That I did always love
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
13
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4%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
|
The Chariot
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
287
|
The cricket sang,
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
The feet of people walking home
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
291
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
293
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
294
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
299
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
302
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
305
|
The Winters are so short
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
307
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
There is another sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
309
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
312
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
313
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
314
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
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Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
To die
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
Train
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
322
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
323
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
325
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
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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Unable are the Loved to die
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
329
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
330
|
Victory comes late
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
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Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
14
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4%
|
0
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0%
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|
335
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
338
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
|
What is—
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
341
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
|
When I count the seeds
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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348
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
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6
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
351
|
Woodpecker, The
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
|
You cannot put a Fire out
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
353
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
354
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
You're right—
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4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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