|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
108
|
41%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
43
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
51
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
259
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
17
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
34
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
62
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
37
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
29
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A throe upon the features
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Although I put away his life
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ample make this bed.
|
25
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
By The Sea
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Chartless
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Could live—did live
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Fame is a bee
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Finding is the first Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
First Robin
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Good night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How well I knew Her not
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I cross till I am weary
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I Died For Beauty
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I hide myself within my flower
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I keep my pledge
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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 lost a World - the other day!
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180
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I meant to find Her when I came
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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 rose—because He sank
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I sing to use the Waiting
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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187
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I stepped from plank to plank
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188
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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189
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I tend my flowers for thee
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190
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I went to heaven,--
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191
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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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193
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I should die
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196
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If it had no pencil
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197
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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198
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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199
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It makes no difference abroad
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200
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It struck me every day
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201
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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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Life—is what we make of it
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Like her the Saints retire
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205
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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206
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Mama never forgets her birds
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207
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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208
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Morns like these—we parted
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209
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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210
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My friend must be a Bird
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211
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My Garden—like the Beach
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212
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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213
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My period had come for Prayer
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214
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My River runs to thee
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4
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215
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My wheel is in the dark
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216
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Nature is what we see—
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217
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Never for Society
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218
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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219
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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220
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Of Tribulation, these are They
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221
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On a Columnar Self
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222
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On such a night, or such a night
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223
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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224
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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225
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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226
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Our journey had advanced;
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227
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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228
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Rest at Night
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229
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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230
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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231
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
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232
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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233
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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234
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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235
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Snow flakes
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236
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So bashful when I spied her!
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237
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So set its Sun in Thee
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238
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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239
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Some things that fly there be
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240
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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17
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241
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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26
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10%
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242
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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243
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Superfluous were the Sun
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244
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Take your Heaven further on
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245
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Tell All The Truth
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246
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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247
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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248
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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249
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The Brain, within its Groove
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250
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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251
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The bustle in a house
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252
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The Chariot
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253
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The Child's faith is new
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254
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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255
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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256
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The difference between Despair
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257
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
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258
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The last Night that She lived
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259
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The lonesome for they know not What
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0
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260
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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2
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0
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261
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The Murmur of a Bee
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0
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262
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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263
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The only ghost I ever saw
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0
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264
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The Railway Train
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1
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0%
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0
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265
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The rainbow never tells me
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1
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0
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266
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The Robin is the One
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1
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0
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0%
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267
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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268
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
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0
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0%
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269
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
270
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The Test of Love—is Death
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2
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0
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0%
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271
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The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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272
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
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The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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274
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
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The World—feels Dusty
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
There is a word
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
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There is another sky
|
9
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
280
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There is no frigate like a book
|
6
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
18
|
6%
|
0
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0%
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|
283
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
5
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
To fill a Gap
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Victory comes late
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
307
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Who occupies this House?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Will there really be a
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
330
|
Within my reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Without this—there is nought
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Woodpecker, The
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
You constituted Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|