|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
37
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
91
|
38%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
55
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
42
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
235
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
27
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
30
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
43
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
139
|
59%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
59
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
34
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
1%
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Secret told
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A slash of Blue
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ample make this bed.
|
32
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
34
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Chartless
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Faith
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Heaven
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
How the Waters closed above Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I bring an unaccustomed wine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I Died For Beauty
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I had no Cause to be awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I had no time to Hate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I have a King, who does not speak
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I know a place where summer strives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I know that He exists
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I like a look of Agony
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I meant to find Her when I came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I robbed the Woods
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I rose—because He sank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I shall keep singing!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
1
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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176
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I years had been from home,
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I'm lost—now
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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183
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I'm
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184
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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186
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Impossibility, like Wine
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187
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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188
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It knew no Medicine
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189
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It struck me every day
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190
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It was too late for Man
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It's all I have to bring today
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193
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It's easy to invent a Life
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It's like the light, --
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195
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
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196
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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197
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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198
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Least Bee that brew
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199
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Life—is what we make of it
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200
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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201
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Love—is anterior to Life
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202
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Love—thou art high
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203
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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205
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Love—thou art high
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206
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Low at my problem bending
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207
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Make me a picture of the sun
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208
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Mama never forgets her birds
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209
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Many a phrase has the English language
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210
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Me from Myself—to banish
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211
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More Life—went out—when He went
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212
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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213
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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214
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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215
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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216
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New feet within my garden go
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217
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No Prisoner be
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218
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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219
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Not in this world to see his face
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220
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Of all the souls that stand create
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221
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Of Brussels—it was not
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222
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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223
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Our journey had advanced;
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224
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Pain
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225
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith
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226
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Remorse
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227
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Renunciation
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228
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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229
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She rose to His Requirement
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230
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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231
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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232
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So has a Daisy vanished
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233
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Some—Work for Immortality
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234
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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235
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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28
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11%
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236
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T was just this time last year I died.
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237
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Tell All The Truth
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14
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5%
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0
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238
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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8
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3%
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239
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The Brain, within its Groove
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0
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240
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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10
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4%
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0
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241
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The bustle in a house
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3
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1%
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0
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242
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The heart asks pleasure first
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1
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0
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243
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
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0
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244
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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4
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0
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245
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The morns are meeker than they were
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1
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246
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The pedigree of honey
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1
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0
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247
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The Poets light but Lamps
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1
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248
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The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
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0
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249
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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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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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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1
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0%
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0
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251
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
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2%
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0
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0%
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252
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The Soul that hath a Guest
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2
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0%
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0
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253
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The Soul's Superior instants
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1
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0
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254
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The thought beneath so slight a film
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1
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0
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255
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
2
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0
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|
256
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The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
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0%
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0
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257
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The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
258
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There is a pain—so utter
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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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There is a word
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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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There is another sky
|
7
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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There is no frigate like a book
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
They dropped like flakes
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
265
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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This heart that broke so long
|
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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This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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This World is not Conclusion
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
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To love thee Year by Year
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
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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To One denied the drink
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Train
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
276
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
280
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
283
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
288
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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