|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
52
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
136
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
84
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
67
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
354
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
28
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
40
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
27
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
99
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
35
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
180
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
85
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
72
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
1
|
0%
|
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
|
20
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After a hundred years
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All the letters I can write
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ample make this bed.
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Answer July
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Faith
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Fame is a bee
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Finding is the first Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
God permit industrious angels
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Had I presumed to hope
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175
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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1
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176
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He fumbles at your Soul
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177
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He fumbles at your spirit
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178
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He gave away his Life
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3
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179
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He put the Belt around my life
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180
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Heart! We will forget him!
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181
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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182
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Her final summer was it,
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183
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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184
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Home
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4
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185
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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186
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How fortunate the Grave
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1
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How happy is the little Stone
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6
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189
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How many times these low feet staggered
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190
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I am alive—I guess
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2
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191
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I am ashamed—I hide
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4
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1%
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192
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I asked no other thing
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193
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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194
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I can wade Grief
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195
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I cannot be ashamed
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2
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196
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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4
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197
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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2
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198
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I could die—to know
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1
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0
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199
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I Died For Beauty
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34
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9%
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0
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0%
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200
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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4
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1%
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0
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201
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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1
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0
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202
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I dwell in Possibility
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1
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0
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203
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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2
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0
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204
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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2
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205
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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4
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1%
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0
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206
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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4
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1%
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0
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207
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I felt my life with both my hands
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1
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0
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0%
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208
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I had some things that I called mine
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1
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0
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209
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I have a Bird in spring
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2
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0%
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0
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210
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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5
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1%
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0
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211
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I hide myself within my flower
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2
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0%
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0
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212
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I like a look of Agony
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11
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3%
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0
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213
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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214
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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215
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I many times thought Peace had come
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2
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0
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216
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I meant to find Her when I came
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2
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0%
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0
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217
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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1
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0
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218
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I ment to find her when I came;
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1
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0
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219
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I met a King this afternoon!
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1
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0
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220
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I never felt at Home—Below
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1
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0%
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0
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221
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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1
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0
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222
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I Never Saw a Moor
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3
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0%
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0
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223
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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1
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0
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224
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I reason, Earth is short
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3
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0
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225
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I reckon—when I count it all
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1
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0%
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0
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226
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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1
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0
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227
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I shall keep singing!
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2
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0
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228
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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2
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0%
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0
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229
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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1
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0
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230
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I stepped from plank to plank
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3
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0
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0%
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231
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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232
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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233
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
234
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I was the slightest in the House
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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235
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I went to heaven,--
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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236
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I would not paint—a picture
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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237
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
238
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
240
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
241
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
242
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If I may have it, when it's dead
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
243
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If I should die
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
244
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If I shouldn't be alive
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
245
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If I'm lost—now
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
246
|
If she had been the Mistletoe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
|
If your Nerve, deny you
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
250
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
20
|
5%
|
0
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0%
|
|
251
|
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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|
252
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
253
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
254
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
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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|
256
|
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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|
257
|
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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|
258
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
259
|
It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
260
|
It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
263
|
Knows how to forget!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
267
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
268
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
271
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
272
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
275
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
My River runs to thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Nature is what we see—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
No Prisoner be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Remorse—is Memory—awake
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
41
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Sweet, to have had them lost
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The bustle in a house
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
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348
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The last Night that She lived
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3
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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 Loneliness One dare not sound
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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The Missing All—prevented Me
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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9
|
2%
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0
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0%
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352
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The Outer—from the Inner
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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353
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The pedigree of honey
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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The power to be true to You
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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The Robin is the One
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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15
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
The sweetest Heresy received
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1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
361
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
There is another sky
|
25
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
These—saw Visions
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
What Inn is this
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Within my reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
