|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
106
|
42%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
45
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
48
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
251
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
43
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
27
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
70
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
28
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
151
|
60%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
113
|
45%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
52
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A toad can die of light!
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ample make this bed.
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bird
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By The Sea
|
25
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Faith
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Fame is a bee
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
46
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Going to Heaven!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He gave away his Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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How the Waters closed above Him
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I asked no other thing
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I cross till I am weary
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dwell in Possibility
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I felt my life with both my hands
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no time to Hate
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I had some things that I called mine
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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I keep my pledge
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know that He exists
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I live with Him—I see His face
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I meant to find Her when I came
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I ment to find her when I came;
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I never told the buried gold
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I send Two Sunsets
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235
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I shall keep singing!
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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240
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I took my Power in my Hand
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241
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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243
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I went to heaven,--
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I would not paint—a picture
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245
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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246
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing
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247
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If He were living—dare I ask
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248
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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249
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
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250
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If I should die
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251
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If I shouldn't be alive
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252
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If it had no pencil
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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254
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If this is "fading"
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255
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If What we could—were what we would
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256
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If you were coming in the fall,
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257
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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258
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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11
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4%
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259
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I'm saying every day
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260
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In Winter in my Room
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1
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261
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Inconceivably solemn!
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2
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262
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It always felt to me—a wrong
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263
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It can't be "Summer"!
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264
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It makes no difference abroad
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265
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It will be Summer—eventually
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266
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It's all I have to bring today
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267
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It's like the Light
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2
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268
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It's such a little thing to weep
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269
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
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270
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
4
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0
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271
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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3
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0
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272
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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2
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273
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Let Us play Yesterday
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2
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274
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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275
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Like her the Saints retire
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276
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
4
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1%
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0
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277
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Love reckons by itself—alone
|
3
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1%
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0
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278
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Love—is anterior to Life
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3
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1%
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0
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279
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0
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280
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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281
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Love—thou art high
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3
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1%
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0
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282
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Make me a picture of the sun
|
5
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1%
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0
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283
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Many cross the Rhine
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1
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0%
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0
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284
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Me from Myself—to banish
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2
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0%
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0
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|
285
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
2
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0
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286
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Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
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0
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287
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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0%
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0
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288
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My best Acquaintances are those
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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My Garden—like the Beach
|
2
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290
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
4
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1%
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0
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|
291
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My nosegays are for captives;
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
292
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My period had come for Prayer
|
2
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0
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293
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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1
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294
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My River runs to thee
|
2
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295
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Nature and God—I neither knew
|
5
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1%
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0
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296
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Nature is what we see—
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4
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1%
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0
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297
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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1
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0%
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0
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298
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Nature the gentlest mother is
|
4
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0
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299
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
300
|
New feet within my garden go
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2
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0
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301
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
302
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No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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303
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
3
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1%
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0
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304
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
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Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
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One Blessing had I than the rest
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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One dignity delays for all
|
3
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1%
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0
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|
312
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
313
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One Sister have I in our house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
Our share of night to bear
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
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Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
Over the fence
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
Pain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
5
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
|
Remorse
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
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Rest at Night
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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She hideth Her the last
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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329
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She rose to His Requirement
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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She slept beneath a tree
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
332
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
334
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
Snow flakes
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
So much Summer
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
|
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
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So well that I can live without
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
341
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
24
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
Spring is the Period
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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348
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Superfluous were the Sun
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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349
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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Teach Him—When He makes the names
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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Tell All The Truth
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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352
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
6
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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That I did always love
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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The Bible is an antique Volume
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The Brain, within its Groove
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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359
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The braind within its groove
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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23
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9%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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The bustle in a house
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
The bustle in a house
|
9
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
The Chariot
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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The Chemical conviction
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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365
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The Child's faith is new
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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The cricket sang,
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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The day came slow, till five o' clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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The Day that I was crowned
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
374
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
375
|
The Dust behind I strove to join
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
376
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
377
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
378
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
379
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
380
|
The first Day that I was a Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
6
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
382
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
383
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
384
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Grace—Myself—might not obtain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
387
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Guest is gold and crimson
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
389
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
391
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
392
|
The Heaven vests for Each
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
393
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
394
|
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
396
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
397
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
398
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
399
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The Morning after Woe
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
405
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The Sun kept stooping—stooping
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The White Heat
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
There is another sky
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
32
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
They put Us far apart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Without this—there is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|