|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
29
|
11%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
84
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
38
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
40
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
259
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
18
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6%
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0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
29
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
86
|
33%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
27
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
26
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
29
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
40
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Secret told
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ample make this bed.
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Fame is a bee
|
19
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Heaven
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I can wade Grief
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I Died For Beauty
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I had no Cause to be awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I keep my pledge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I like a look of Agony
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I reason, Earth is short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I robbed the Woods
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I think the longest Hour of all
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
If recollecting were forgetting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
If those I loved were lost
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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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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It is an honorable thought,
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It's all I have to bring today
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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Me! Come! My dazzled face
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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More Life—went out—when He went
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Morns like these—we parted
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My friend must be a Bird
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My River runs to thee
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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New feet within my garden go
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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On such a night, or such a night
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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On this wondrous sea
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
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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 little Kinsmen—after Rain
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Over the fence
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Portraits are to daily faces
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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She rose to His Requirement
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some—Work for Immortality
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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Tell All The Truth
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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That I did always love
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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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 Daisy follows soft the Sun
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The day came slow, till five o' clock
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The Definition of Beauty is
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The difference between Despair
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The Judge is like the Owl
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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The World—feels Dusty
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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The World—stands—solemner—to me
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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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 another sky
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There is no frigate like a book
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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They leave us with the Infinite
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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This that would greet—an hour ago
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This was a Poet—It is That
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Through the strait pass of suffering
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'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
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249
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To hear an Oriole sing
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To learn the Transport by the Pain
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To love thee Year by Year
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252
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
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To venerate the simple days
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To wait an Hour—is long
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'Twas Love—not me
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256
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Victory comes late
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257
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Water, is taught by thirst
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We do not play on Graves
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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We talked as Girls do
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We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
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263
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Who occupies this House?
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264
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Why do I love You, Sir?
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265
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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266
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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267
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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Within my reach!
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours
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You cannot put a Fire out
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You know that Portrait in the Moon
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272
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You love me—you are sure
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You love the Lord—you cannot see
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