|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
33
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
88
|
39%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
37
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
36
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
222
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
63
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
21
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
3
|
1%
|
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
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Secret told
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Ample make this bed.
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Chartless
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
I Died For Beauty
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
I have never seen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
I like a look of Agony
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
I ment to find her when I came;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
I sing to use the Waiting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
I taste a liquor never brewed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
It struck me every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
It's coming—the postponeless Creature
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
My River runs to thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
One and One—are One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Pain Has An Element
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Sweet, to have had them lost
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Tell All The Truth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
That I did always love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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The Brain, within its Groove
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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176
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The bustle in a house
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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The Court is far away
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The cricket sang,
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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181
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The first Day that I was a Life
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The Future—never spoke
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The Guest is gold and crimson
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The hallowing of Pain
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The Luxury to apprehend
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The morns are meeker than they were
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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The Murmur of a Bee
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The Mystery of Pain
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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The name—of it—is
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195
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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196
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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198
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The only ghost I ever saw
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199
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The Only News I know
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200
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The Outer—from the Inner
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201
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The pedigree of honey
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202
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The Poets light but Lamps
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203
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The power to be true to You
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204
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The Province of the Saved
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205
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The Railway Train
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206
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The rainbow never tells me
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207
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
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208
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The Robin for the Crumb
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209
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The Robin is the One
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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211
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The Rose did caper on her cheek
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212
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The Service without Hope
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213
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The show is not the show,
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214
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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215
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
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216
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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217
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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218
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The Soul that hath a Guest
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219
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The Soul unto itself (683)
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The Soul's distinct connection
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221
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The Soul's Superior instants
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222
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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223
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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
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224
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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225
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The Sun is gay or stark
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226
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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227
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping
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228
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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229
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The Sunrise runs for Both
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230
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
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231
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The Test of Love—is Death
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232
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The thought beneath so slight a film
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233
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
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234
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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235
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The Truth—is stirless
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236
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The Veins of other Flowers
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237
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The Way I read a Letter's—this
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238
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The White Heat
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239
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The Whole of it came not at once
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240
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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241
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The wind begun to rock the grass
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242
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
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243
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
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244
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The Winters are so short
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245
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The Woodpecker
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0
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246
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The World—feels Dusty
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1
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0
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247
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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1
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0
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248
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The World—feels Dusty
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
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0
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250
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
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1
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0
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251
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
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0
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252
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
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0
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253
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There came a Day at Summer's full
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254
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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1
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0
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255
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There is a finished feeling
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1
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0
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|
256
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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1
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0
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257
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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1
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0
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258
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There is a Languor of the Life
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1
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0
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259
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There is a morn by men unseen
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0
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260
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There is a pain—so utter
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4
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0
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261
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There is a Shame of Nobleness
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1
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0
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262
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There is a word
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2
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0
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263
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There is an arid Pleasure
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1
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0
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0%
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264
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There is another sky
|
10
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4%
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0
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265
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There is no frigate like a book
|
2
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0%
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0
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266
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
267
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There's been a death in the opposite house
|
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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There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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These are the days when Birds come back
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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These tested Our Horizon
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
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These—saw Visions
|
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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They ask but our Delight
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
273
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They called me to the Window, for
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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274
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They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
275
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They have a little Odor—that to me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
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They have not chosen me, he said,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
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They leave us with the Infinite
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
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They put Us far apart
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
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They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
282
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
288
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
290
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
296
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
297
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
304
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
306
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
To One denied the drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
314
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
315
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
320
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
324
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
325
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|