|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
24
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
89
|
41%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
32
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
46
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
214
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
24
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
54
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Secret told
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Ample make this bed.
|
20
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Fame is a bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
I Died For Beauty
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
I got so I could take his name
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
I had no time to Hate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
I like a look of Agony
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
I lived on dread; to those who know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
I met a King this afternoon!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I showed her Heights she never saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I think to Live—may be a Bliss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I years had been from home,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
If I should die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I'm saying every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
In Winter in my Room
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
It was too late for Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
It will be Summer—eventually
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Of all the souls that stand create
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Of Course—I prayed
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
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On such a night, or such a night
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One Sister have I in our house
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
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Our journey had advanced;
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Our share of night to bear
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Pain Has An Element
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Pain has an element of blank;
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Pain—expands the Time
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Pain—expands the Time
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Publication
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Publication—is the Auction
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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She died—this was the way she died
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She dwelleth in the Ground
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She rose to His Requirement
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She rose to His Requirement - dropt
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Surgeons must be very careful
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Sweet, to have had them lost
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T was just this time last year I died.
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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The bustle in a house
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The Chariot
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The Child's faith is new
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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The Day that I was crowned
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The difference between Despair
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The first Day that I was a Life
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The Future—never spoke
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The Lamp burns sure—within
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The Manner of its Death
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The Missing All—prevented Me
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The power to be true to You
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
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There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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There is a pain—so utter
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There is an arid Pleasure
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There is another sky
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There is no frigate like a book
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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This heart that broke so long
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This World is not Conclusion
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
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To learn the Transport by the Pain
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To lose one's faith—surpass
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To make a prairie (1755)
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To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
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To my small Hearth His fire came
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To own the Art within the Soul
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248
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To this World she returned
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To venerate the simple days
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To wait an Hour—is long
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'Twas warm—at first—like Us
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Unable are the Loved to die
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Victory comes late
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Wait till the Majesty of Death
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We don't cry—Tim and I
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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257
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We talked as Girls do
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258
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What if I say I shall not wait!
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259
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When One has given up One's life
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Where Thou art—that—is Home
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While it is alive
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Whose cheek is this?
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Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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You cannot put a Fire out
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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