|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
50
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
108
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
69
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
56
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
357
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
45
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
45
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
36
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
53
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
35
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
165
|
46%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
78
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
45
|
12%
|
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
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
1
|
0%
|
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
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After a hundred years
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All I may, if small
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Although I put away his life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Always Mine!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Ample make this bed.
|
26
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
34
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Arcturus
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
By The Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Come Slowly
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Exultation is the going
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Faith
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Fame is a bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
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174
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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First Robin
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Fitter to see Him, I may be
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For each ecstatic instant
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For every Bird a Nest
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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From Blank to Blank
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Glee—The great storm is over
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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Going to Heaven!
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night, because we must
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Gratitude—is not the mention
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Grief is a Mouse
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He found my Being—set it up
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He gave away his Life
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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He who in Himself believes
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heaven
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Her Grace is all she has—
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200
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Her—"last Poems"
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202
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How fortunate the Grave
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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 many times these low feet staggered
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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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 could not prove the Years had feet
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dwell in Possibility
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I gave myself to Him
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I had no time to Hate
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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 never seen
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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225
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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226
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know lives, I could miss
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229
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I know that He exists
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I like a look of Agony
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231
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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232
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I meant to find Her when I came
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234
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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235
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I met a King this afternoon!
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236
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I never felt at Home—Below
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237
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I never lost as much but twice
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238
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I Never Saw a Moor
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239
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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240
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I rose—because He sank
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241
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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242
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I send Two Sunsets
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243
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I shall keep singing!
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3
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244
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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245
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I should have been too glad, I see
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246
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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247
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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248
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I sing to use the Waiting
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249
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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
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1
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250
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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251
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I stepped from plank to plank
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2
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252
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I stole them from a Bee
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253
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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254
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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0
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255
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I think I was enchanted
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2
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256
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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1
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0
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257
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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2
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0
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258
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I went to thank Her
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1
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259
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I would not paint—a picture
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1
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0
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260
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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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261
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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262
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If anybody's friend be dead
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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263
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
14
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3%
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0
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0%
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264
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If I shouldn't be alive
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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If recollecting were forgetting
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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266
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If What we could—were what we would
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1
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0
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267
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If you were coming in the fall,
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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268
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If your Nerve, deny you
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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269
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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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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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
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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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
32
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8%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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274
|
Is it dead—Find it
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Is it true, dear Sue?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
It did not surprise me
|
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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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
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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It feels a shame to be Alive
|
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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It makes no difference abroad
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
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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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|
282
|
It troubled me as once I was
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
It was too late for Man
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
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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|
289
|
It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
Knows how to forget!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
Let Us play Yesterday
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
300
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
Me! Come! My dazzled face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
My life closed twice
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
My life had stood
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
Nature is what we see—
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
8
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2%
|
0
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0%
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|
310
|
Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
316
|
On this wondrous sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Perhaps you think me stooping
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
Remorse
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
325
|
Renunciation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
Severer Service of myself
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
9
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
22
|
6%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
340
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
Tell All The Truth
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
That I did always love
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
348
|
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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|
349
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The cricket sang,
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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 difference between Despair
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
351
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
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 Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
353
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
354
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The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
The Grace—Myself—might not obtain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
5
|
1%
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0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Woodpecker
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
There is another sky
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
They dropped like flakes
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We lose—because we win
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
You're right—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
