|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
30
|
10%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
99
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
66
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
53
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
288
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
21
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
38
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
84
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
36
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
112
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38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
63
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
62
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
5
|
1%
|
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
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
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
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Ample make this bed.
|
40
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Come Slowly
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Home
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I could suffice for Him, I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I Died For Beauty
|
20
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I dwell in Possibility
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176
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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178
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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179
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I felt my life with both my hands
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180
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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183
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I had no Cause to be awake
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184
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I had no time to Hate
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185
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I have a Bird in spring
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186
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I haven't told my garden yet
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187
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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188
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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189
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know lives, I could miss
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lived on Dread
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195
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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196
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I lost a World - the other day!
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197
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I meant to have but modest needs
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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200
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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8
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I reason, Earth is short
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I robbed the Woods
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I send Two Sunsets
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I should have been too glad, I see
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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4
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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I took my Power in my Hand
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214
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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215
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I went to heaven,--
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216
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I years had been from home,
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217
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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218
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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10
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If I should die
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220
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If I shouldn't be alive
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221
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If I'm lost—now
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222
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If this is "fading"
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223
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If those I loved were lost
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224
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If What we could—were what we would
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225
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If your Nerve, deny you
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4
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226
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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227
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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21
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7%
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228
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In rags mysterious as these
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1
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229
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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230
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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231
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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232
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It might be lonelier
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233
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It struck me every day
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234
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It was given to me by the Gods
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235
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It's easy to invent a Life
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1
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0
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236
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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1
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0
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237
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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1
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0
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238
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
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2
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0
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239
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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1
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0
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240
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Knows how to forget!
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1
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0
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241
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Let Us play Yesterday
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1
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0
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242
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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243
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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1
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0
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244
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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2
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0
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245
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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246
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Love—thou art high
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3
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1%
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0
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247
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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248
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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1
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0
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249
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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250
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Make me a picture of the sun
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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251
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Mama never forgets her birds
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1
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0%
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0
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252
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Me from Myself—to banish
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1
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0
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253
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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1
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0
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254
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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1
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0
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255
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My life had stood
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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256
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My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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257
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My River runs to thee
|
1
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0%
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0
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258
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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259
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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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260
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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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261
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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8
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
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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Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
265
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No Other can reduce
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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No Romance sold unto
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
7
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2%
|
0
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0%
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|
268
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Not
|
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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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
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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Not that We did, shall be the test
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
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Of all the souls that stand create
|
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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Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
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On this wondrous sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
274
|
One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
275
|
One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
276
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One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
277
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
279
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Pain Has An Element
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
283
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Perhaps you think me stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Rest at Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Some things that fly there be
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
25
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Tell All The Truth
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
That Distance was between Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
That I did always love
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
20
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The difference between Despair
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
The Future—never spoke
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Heaven vests for Each
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
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 Wind begun to knead the Grass
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2
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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 Winters are so short
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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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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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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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0
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0%
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|
353
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There is a pain—so utter
|
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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There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
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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There is another sky
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22
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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There is no frigate like a book
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5
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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6
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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There's something quieter than sleep
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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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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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|
360
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They ask but our Delight
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
361
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They put Us far apart
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
362
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They say that 'time assuages,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
365
|
This is my letter to the world,
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
366
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
367
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
368
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
369
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Unfulfilled to Observation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
You love me—you are sure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|