|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
31
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
89
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
31
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
30
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
418
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
31
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
27
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
24
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
59
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
86
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
29
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
47
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
39
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
42
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
After a hundred years
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Ample make this bed.
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An English Breeze
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Children bid the Guest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As if the Sea should part
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
32
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By such and such an offering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Chartless
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death sets a Thing significant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fame is a bee
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Finding is the first Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
For Death—or rather
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Give little Anguish
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Going to Heaven!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Great Caesar! Condescend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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He who in Himself believes
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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Her final summer was it,
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His Bill an Auger is
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How well I knew Her not
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I asked no other thing
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I cross till I am weary
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I dwell in Possibility
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198
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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199
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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200
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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201
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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7
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202
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I felt my life with both my hands
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7
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203
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gained it so
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I gave myself to Him
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206
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I got so I could take his name
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207
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I had a guinea golden
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I had been hungry all the years-
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209
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I had no Cause to be awake
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210
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I had no time to Hate
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had not minded—Walls
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I had some things that I called mine
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I had the Glory—that will do
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have a King, who does not speak
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217
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I have never seen
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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219
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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11%
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222
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I know that He exists
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4
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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224
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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4
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225
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I like a look of Agony
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13
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226
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I lost a World - the other day!
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6
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227
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I many times thought Peace had come
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1
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228
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I met a King this afternoon!
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4
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229
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I never felt at Home—Below
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1
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230
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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1
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0
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231
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I never lost as much but twice
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12
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232
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I Never Saw a Moor
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1
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233
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I reckon—when I count it all
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12
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2%
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234
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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2
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0%
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235
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I send Two Sunsets
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3
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236
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I shall keep singing!
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2
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237
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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1
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238
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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239
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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1
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0
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240
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I sing to use the Waiting
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1
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0
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241
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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242
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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5
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1%
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243
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I think the longest Hour of all
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1
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0
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244
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
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I was the slightest in the House
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
246
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
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I years had been from home,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
11
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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If pain for peace prepares
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
251
|
If she had been the Mistletoe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
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If you were coming in the fall,
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18
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4%
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0
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0%
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253
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
254
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
11
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
255
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I'm saying every day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
257
|
It can't be "Summer"!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
258
|
It is a lonesome Glee
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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It is an honorable thought,
|
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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It might be lonelier
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
It struck me every day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
263
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
264
|
It's like the Light
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
It's like the light, --
|
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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It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
267
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
Knows how to forget!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
271
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
283
|
My life closed twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
None can experience sting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
On a Columnar Self
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Only a Shrine, but Mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Removed from Accident of Loss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
She died at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
She lay as if at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Some things that fly there be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Summer Shower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Tell All The Truth
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
39
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
That I did always love
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The bustle in a house
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Chemical conviction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The difference between Despair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
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The Judge is like the Owl
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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The last Night that She lived
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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
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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351
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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353
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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The morns are meeker than they were
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The name—of it—is
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1
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0
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0%
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357
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The Poets light but Lamps
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The Railway Train
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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The Sun is gay or stark
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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The Veins of other Flowers
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
364
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
365
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
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2
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
367
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
9
|
2%
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0
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0%
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|
369
|
There is another sky
|
19
|
4%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
371
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
373
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
We do not play on Graves
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
When Night is almost done
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
