|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
55
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
132
|
42%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
88
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
94
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
314
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
42
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
27
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
110
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
42
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
156
|
49%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
107
|
34%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
59
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
19
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
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!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Ample make this bed.
|
22
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
35
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Fame is a bee
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Garland for Queens, may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Give little Anguish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
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174
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How happy is the little Stone
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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I am alive—I guess
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I asked no other thing
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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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 gave myself to Him
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I had no Cause to be awake
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had the Glory—that will do
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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 know a place where summer strives
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I know lives, I could miss
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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 like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I many times thought Peace had come
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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 never felt at Home—Below
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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 prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I reason, Earth is short
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I robbed the Woods
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I rose—because He sank
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I send Two Sunsets
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I went to heaven,--
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I would not paint—a picture
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I years had been from home,
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If anybody's friend be dead
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If I'm lost—now
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If What we could—were what we would
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It dropped so low in my regard
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's such a little thing to weep
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Least Rivers—docile to some sea
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Light is sufficient to itself
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
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Me from Myself—to banish
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life had stood
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My period had come for Prayer
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My River runs to thee
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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No Man can compass a Despair
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No Rack can torture me
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Not all die early, dying young
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Of all the souls that stand create
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
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On a Columnar Self
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One and One—are One
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Patience—has a quiet Outer
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Portraits are to daily faces
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Publication
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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Remorse
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Removed from Accident of Loss
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263
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Renunciation
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10
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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Savior! I've no one else to tell
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267
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Severer Service of myself
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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She bore it till the simple veins
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270
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She died at play
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272
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She died—this was the way she died
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273
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She dwelleth in the Ground
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She hideth Her the last
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275
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She lay as if at play
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She rose to His Requirement
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277
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She slept beneath a tree
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278
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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279
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She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
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280
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
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281
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She went as quiet as the Dew
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2
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282
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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283
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She's happy, with a new Content
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2
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284
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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285
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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7
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2%
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0
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286
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
1
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0
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287
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Sleep is supposed to be
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1
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288
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Smiling back from Coronation
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1
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289
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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290
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Snow flakes
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291
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So bashful when I spied her!
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1
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292
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So from the mould
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293
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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
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294
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So has a Daisy vanished
|
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295
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So much Summer
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1
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0
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296
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So proud she was to die
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1
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297
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So set its Sun in Thee
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1
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298
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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1
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0
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|
299
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So well that I can live without
|
1
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0
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|
300
|
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
|
1
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0
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301
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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1
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0
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302
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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1
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303
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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304
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Some things that fly there be
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5
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0
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305
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Some—Work for Immortality
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1
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0
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306
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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1
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0
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|
307
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Some—Work for Immortality
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2
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0
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308
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
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1
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0%
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0
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|
309
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
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0
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|
310
|
South Winds jostle them
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2
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0%
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0
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311
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Sown in dishonor
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1
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0%
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0
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312
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
20
|
6%
|
0
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|
313
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
316
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
53
|
16%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
Summer Shower
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
322
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
324
|
Surgeons must be very careful
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1
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0%
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0
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|
325
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
326
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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1
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0
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|
327
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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1
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0%
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0
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328
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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1
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0%
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0
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|
329
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Sweet, to have had them lost
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1
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0%
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0
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|
330
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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332
|
Take your Heaven further on
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
333
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Taking up the fair Ideal
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
1
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0%
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0
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335
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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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|
336
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Tell All The Truth
|
27
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8%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
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That Distance was between Us
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
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That I did always love
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
341
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That is solemn we have ended
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2
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0
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0%
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|
342
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
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1
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0
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0%
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|
343
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The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
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The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
345
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
346
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The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
347
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
The Body grows without
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
354
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
The bustle in a house
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
The Chemical conviction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Color of a Queen, is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Court is far away
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The cricket sang,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The Day Came Slow
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Dust behind I strove to join
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The first Day that I was a Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Future—never spoke
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Grace—Myself—might not obtain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Guest is gold and crimson
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Heaven vests for Each
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The last Night that She lived
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The Manner of its Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Martyr Poets—did not tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Morning after Woe
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
The Only News I know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
The Railway Train
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
The Robin is the One
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The Service without Hope
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
The Sun kept stooping—stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
The sweetest Heresy received
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
There is another sky
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
Train
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
We do not play on Graves
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
