|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
77
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
53
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
62
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
264
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
26
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
77
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
121
|
45%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
69
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
57
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A light exists in spring
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Secret told
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ample make this bed.
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Fame is a bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I Died For Beauty
|
30
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I had no time to Hate
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I like a look of Agony
|
10
|
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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 Never Saw a Moor
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I reason, Earth is short
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I robbed the Woods
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I rose—because He sank
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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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 think the longest Hour of all
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I took my Power in my Hand
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5
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I went to heaven,--
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I years had been from home,
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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 may have it, when it's dead
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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199
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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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204
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I'm
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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6%
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206
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Impossibility, like Wine
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207
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In lands I never saw—they say
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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209
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It always felt to me—a wrong
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It tossed—and tossed
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215
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It was given to me by the Gods
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216
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
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218
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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Make me a picture of the sun
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Me from Myself—to banish
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228
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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229
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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230
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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1
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231
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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1
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232
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My Garden—like the Beach
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233
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My life closed twice
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2
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234
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My period had come for Prayer
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235
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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0
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236
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Nature is what we see—
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237
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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238
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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239
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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240
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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1
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0
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241
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No Man can compass a Despair
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1
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0%
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0
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242
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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243
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Not
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1
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0%
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0
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244
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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0
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245
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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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246
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On this wondrous sea
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1
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0
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247
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One and One—are One
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2
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0
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248
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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1
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0
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249
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
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0
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250
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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251
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Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
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1
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0%
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0
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252
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Pain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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Pain has an element of blank;
|
1
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0
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254
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Pain—expands the Time
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1
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0
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255
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Poor little Heart!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
261
|
Remorse
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
Removed from Accident of Loss
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
263
|
Renunciation
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
Rest at Night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
266
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
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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Should you but fail at—Sea
|
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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Sic transit gloria mundi
|
5
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
269
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Smiling back from Coronation
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
270
|
Snow flakes
|
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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So has a Daisy vanished
|
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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So well that I can live without
|
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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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
274
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
276
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
12
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
36
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Summer Shower
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Tell All The Truth
|
24
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
That I did always love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
The Court is far away
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
There is another sky
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Who occupies this House?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
