|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
32
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
106
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
46
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
58
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
438
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
24
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
36
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
25
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
89
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
156
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
63
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
77
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
69
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
65
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
26
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Secret told
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A slash of Blue
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A throe upon the features
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A toad can die of light!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Ample make this bed.
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An everywhere of silver
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Answer July
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apology for Her
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
45
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As Children bid the Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
31
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Bird
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Bound—a trouble
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Chartless
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Come Slowly
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Death sets a Thing significant
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Departed—to the Judgment
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175
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Did we disobey Him?
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176
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Don't put up my Thread and Needle
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Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
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178
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Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
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179
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Dying! Dying in the night!
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180
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Each life converges to some centre
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Each Second is the last
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182
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Elysium is as far as to
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Empty my Heart, of Thee
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184
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Essential Oils—are wrung
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185
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Except to Heaven, she is nought
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186
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Expectation—is Contentment
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Exultation is the going
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188
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
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189
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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190
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Fame is a bee
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191
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Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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192
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Finding is the first Act
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193
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Fitter to see Him, I may be
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194
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For Death—or rather
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195
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For each ecstatic instant
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196
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For every Bird a Nest
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197
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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198
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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199
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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200
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From Blank to Blank
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201
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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202
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From Us She wandered now a Year
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203
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Garland for Queens, may be
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204
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Give little Anguish
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205
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Glee—The great storm is over
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206
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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207
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God made a little Gentian
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208
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Going to Heaven!
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209
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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210
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Good Morning—Midnight
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211
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Good night, because we must
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212
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Gratitude—is not the mention
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213
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Grief is a Mouse
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214
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Had I presumed to hope
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215
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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216
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He found my Being—set it up
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217
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He fumbles at your Soul
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218
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He fumbles at your spirit
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219
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He gave away his Life
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220
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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221
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He parts Himself—like Leaves
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222
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He told a homely tale
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223
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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224
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Heart! We will forget him!
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225
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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226
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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227
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Heaven
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228
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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229
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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230
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Her—
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231
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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232
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Her final summer was it,
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233
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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234
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Herein a Blossom lies
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235
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His Bill an Auger is
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236
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Home
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1
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237
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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0
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238
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How happy I was if I could forget
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239
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How happy is the little Stone
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15
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240
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How many times these low feet staggered
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2
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241
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I am alive—I guess
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3
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242
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I am ashamed—I hide
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243
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I asked no other thing
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244
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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5
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245
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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246
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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247
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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3
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248
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I could die—to know
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2
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0
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249
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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1
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0
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250
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I Died For Beauty
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28
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6%
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0
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251
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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6
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0
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252
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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1
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0%
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0
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253
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I dwell in Possibility
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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254
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
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0
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255
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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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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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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257
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I felt my life with both my hands
|
5
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1%
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0
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258
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I found the phrase to every thought
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2
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0%
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0
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259
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I have a Bird in spring
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
260
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I have a King, who does not speak
|
1
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0
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|
261
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I have never seen
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1
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0
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262
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I haven't told my garden yet
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1
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263
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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I hide myself within my flower
|
4
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0%
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0
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266
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I know a place where summer strives
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
267
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I know lives, I could miss
|
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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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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I know that He exists
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
I like a look of Agony
|
32
|
7%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
6
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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I lived on Dread
|
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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I lived on dread; to those who know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
I often passed the village
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
I robbed the Woods
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
6
|
1%
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0
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0%
|
|
283
|
I send Two Sunsets
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
284
|
I shall keep singing!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
|
I sing to use the Waiting
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
I started Early - Took my Dog
|
7
|
1%
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0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
10
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
I taste a liquor never brewed
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
I think just how my shape will rise
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
290
|
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
291
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
293
|
I want—it pleaded—All its life—
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
I was the slightest in the House
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
295
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
296
|
I would distil a cup
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
297
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
298
|
If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
If He were living—dare I ask
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
If I may have it, when it's dead
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
If I should cease to bring a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
If I should die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
306
|
If pain for peace prepares
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
307
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
I'll clutch—and clutch
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
I'm
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
I'm saying every day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
In falling Timbers buried
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Is it true, dear Sue?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
It can't be "Summer"!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
It makes no difference abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
It struck me every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
It would never be Common—more—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
It's like the Light
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
It's like the light, --
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
It's such a little thing to weep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
Least Bee that brew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Let Us play Yesterday
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Low at my problem bending
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Me! Come! My dazzled face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Morning—means
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
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Morns like these—we parted
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348
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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7
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1%
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0
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349
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Must be a Woe
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1
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0
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|
350
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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1
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0
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0%
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|
351
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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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0
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0%
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|
352
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My first well Day—since many ill
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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My friend must be a Bird
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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My Garden—like the Beach
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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My life closed twice
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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My life closed twice before its close;
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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My life had stood
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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My period had come for Prayer
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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My River runs to thee
|
9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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My wheel is in the dark
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
364
|
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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|
365
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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Nature is what we see—
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
Never for Society
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
|
New feet within my garden go
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
375
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
376
|
No Romance sold unto
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
377
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
378
|
None can experience sting
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
379
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
380
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
382
|
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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|
383
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
384
|
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
385
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
386
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
387
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
388
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
389
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Put up my lute!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
Snow flakes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
30
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
39
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Tell All The Truth
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
33
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
That I did always love
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
That is solemn we have ended
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
The Body grows without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
The bustle in a house
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
The Court is far away
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
The Day Came Slow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
The difference between Despair
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
The Future—never spoke
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
23
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
The sweetest Heresy received
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
There is a finished feeling
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
There is another sky
|
21
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
26
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
This heart that broke so long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
To die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
512
|
To One denied the drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
513
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
514
|
Train
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
515
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
516
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
517
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
518
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
519
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
520
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
521
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
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2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
522
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
523
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
524
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
525
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
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1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
526
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
527
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
528
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
529
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
530
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
531
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
532
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
533
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
534
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
535
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
536
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
537
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
538
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
539
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
540
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
541
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
542
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
543
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
544
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
545
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
546
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
547
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
548
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
549
|
You said that I "was Great"—one Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
550
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
551
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
552
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
553
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
554
|
You're right—
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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