|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
39
|
11%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
121
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
43
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
56
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
347
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
17
|
4%
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0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
29
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
94
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27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
31
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
54
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
25
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
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 bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Secret told
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
All I may, if small
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Always Mine!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ample make this bed.
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
An English Breeze
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Arcturus
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
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
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Besides this May
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
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 Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
By The Sea
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Chartless
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Each Second is the last
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
For Death—or rather
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
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 night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Great Caesar! Condescend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Have any like Myself
|
3
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0%
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He gave away his Life
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He strained my faith
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He touched me, so I live to know
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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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 has different Signs—to me
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy I was if I could forget
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could die—to know
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I Died For Beauty
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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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 some things that I called mine
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I have never seen
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I haven't told my garden yet
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I hide myself within my flower
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I robbed the Woods
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I rose—because He sank
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I send Two Sunsets
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I shall keep singing!
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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 showed her Heights she never saw
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I sing to use the Waiting
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think I was enchanted
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I would not paint—a picture
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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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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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If I'm lost—now
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If it had no pencil
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If the foolish, call them
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If those I loved were lost
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm saying every day
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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I'm the little
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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Impossibility, like Wine
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256
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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In falling Timbers buried
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258
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In lands I never saw—they say
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In rags mysterious as these
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260
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In Winter in my Room
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261
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Inconceivably solemn!
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262
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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263
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Is it dead—Find it
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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265
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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266
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It knew no Medicine
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It makes no difference abroad
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268
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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It struck me every day
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270
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It tossed—and tossed
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271
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It was given to me by the Gods
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272
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It was too late for Man
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It would never be Common—more—I said
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275
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It's like the Light
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276
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It's like the light, --
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277
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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2
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278
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Least Bee that brew
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279
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Life—is what we make of it
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280
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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281
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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3
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282
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Love—is anterior to Life
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2
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283
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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284
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Low at my problem bending
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1
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0
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285
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Many a phrase has the English language
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1
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286
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Many cross the Rhine
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1
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0%
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287
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Morning—means
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1
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0%
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0
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288
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Must be a Woe
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2
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|
289
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My friend must be a Bird
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1
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290
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My life had stood
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1
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291
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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4
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1%
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0
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292
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My nosegays are for captives;
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1
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0
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293
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My Reward for Being, was This
|
1
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294
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My River runs to thee
|
1
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295
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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1
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0%
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0
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296
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Nature is what we see—
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2
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297
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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2
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|
298
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
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0
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|
299
|
No Prisoner be
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
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No Romance sold unto
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2
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0%
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|
301
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0
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|
302
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
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0
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0%
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303
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
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0
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304
|
One and One—are One
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2
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305
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One dignity delays for all
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4
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1%
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0
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|
306
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
307
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
310
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
311
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
4
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1%
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0
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313
|
Remorse
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
Remorse—is Memory—awake
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
She dwelleth in the Ground
|
1
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0
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|
316
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
317
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
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2
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0%
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318
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So well that I can live without
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1
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|
319
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
10
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
20
|
5%
|
0
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0%
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|
322
|
Sweet, to have had them lost
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
324
|
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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325
|
Tell All The Truth
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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|
326
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
That Distance was between Us
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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That I did always love
|
8
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2%
|
0
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0%
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|
329
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
6
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
330
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
340
|
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
343
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
345
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
346
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
There is another sky
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
They have not chosen me, he said,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
To die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
To lose one's faith—surpass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Uncertain lease—develops lustre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
While it is alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Who occupies this House?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
You love me—you are sure
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You said that I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
