|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
72
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
170
|
47%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
89
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
63
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
357
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
39
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
58
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
27
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
94
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
48
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
157
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
117
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
74
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
33
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Arcturus
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Chartless
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Delight is as the flight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Fame is a bee
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Home
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
How fortunate the Grave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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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 envy Seas, whereon He rides
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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 gave myself to Him
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I had no Cause to be awake
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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 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 lived on Dread
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I many times thought Peace had come
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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 met a King this afternoon!
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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 never told the buried gold
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I often passed the village
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I play at Riches—to appease
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I read my sentence—steadily
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I send Two Sunsets
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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 stepped from plank to plank
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I took my Power in my Hand
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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 He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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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 recollecting were forgetting
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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If those I loved were lost
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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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 don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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It struck me every day
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It tossed—and tossed
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It will be Summer—eventually
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It's such a little thing to weep
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Life—is what we make of it
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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Love—thou art high
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Make me a picture of the sun
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239
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Me from Myself—to banish
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4
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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241
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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7
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242
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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243
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My Garden—like the Beach
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244
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My life closed twice
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245
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My life had stood
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246
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My period had come for Prayer
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247
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My River runs to thee
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1
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248
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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249
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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250
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Nature is what we see—
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251
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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4
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252
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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253
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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254
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Never for Society
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255
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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1
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0
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256
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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257
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Not
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1
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0
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258
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Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0
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259
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Of Course—I prayed
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260
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One and One—are One
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2
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0
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261
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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2
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0
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262
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0
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263
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
264
|
One Year ago—jots what?
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1
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0
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|
265
|
Only a Shrine, but Mine
|
1
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0
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266
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Pain
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1
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0
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267
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Pain Has An Element
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1
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0
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268
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Pain—expands the Time
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1
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0
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269
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Papa above!
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1
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0%
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0
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|
270
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Prayer is the little implement
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1
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0%
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0
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|
271
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
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0
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273
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Remorse
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1
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0%
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0
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274
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Rest at Night
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1
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0%
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0
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|
275
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
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2
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0%
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0
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|
276
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
277
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
278
|
She hideth Her the last
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
She lay as if at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
281
|
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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|
282
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
1
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0
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|
285
|
She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
286
|
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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|
287
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
Smiling back from Coronation
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
Snow flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
295
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
So from the mould
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
297
|
So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
So much Summer
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
So proud she was to die
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
302
|
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
Some things that fly there be
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
311
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
South Winds jostle them
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Sown in dishonor
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
32
|
8%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
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%
|
|
319
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
320
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
47
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Tell All The Truth
|
28
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
327
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
328
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Chemical conviction
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
The cricket sang,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
340
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
341
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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348
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The only ghost I ever saw
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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The Poets light but Lamps
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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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The Railway Train
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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353
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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12
|
3%
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0
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0%
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354
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The Soul unto itself (683)
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Truth—is stirless
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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 Wind begun to knead the Grass
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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 wind begun to rock the grass
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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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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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There is a Languor of the Life
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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There is a pain—so utter
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
There is another sky
|
33
|
9%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
364
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
365
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
366
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
369
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
When I count the seeds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
While it is alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
You're right—
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|