|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
69
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
263
|
37%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
93
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
132
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
710
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
33
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
24
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
67
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
24
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
143
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
68
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
59
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
47
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
12
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
13
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After a hundred years
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
11
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All I may, if small
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Always Mine!
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An English Breeze
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
37
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
At last, to be identified!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bird
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
By The Sea
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Chartless
|
19
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Could live—did live
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fame is a bee
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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He who in Himself believes
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175
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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176
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Heaven
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177
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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179
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Her—
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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181
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Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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183
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How far is it to Heaven?
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184
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How happy I was if I could forget
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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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How well I knew Her not
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188
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I am alive—I guess
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189
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I am ashamed—I hide
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190
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I asked no other thing
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191
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I could die—to know
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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198
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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199
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I cross till I am weary
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200
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I Died For Beauty
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201
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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202
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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203
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I dwell in Possibility
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204
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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205
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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206
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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207
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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10
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208
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I felt my life with both my hands
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209
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I gained it so
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210
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I gave myself to Him
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211
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I had no time to hate, because
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212
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I have a Bird in spring
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213
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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214
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I haven't told my garden yet
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215
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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216
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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217
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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218
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I know that He exists
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219
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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220
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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221
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I like a look of Agony
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21
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222
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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21
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223
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I lived on Dread
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2
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224
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I lost a World - the other day!
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5
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225
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I many times thought Peace had come
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1
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226
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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227
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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2
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228
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I Never Saw a Moor
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6
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229
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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2
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230
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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2
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231
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I robbed the Woods
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2
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0
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232
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I rose—because He sank
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2
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233
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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1
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0
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234
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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4
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0
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235
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I shall keep singing!
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2
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0
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236
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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3
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0
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237
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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238
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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2
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239
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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
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2
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0
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240
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I stepped from plank to plank
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1
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0
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241
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I think I was enchanted
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1
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0
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242
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I think the longest Hour of all
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3
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243
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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4
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0
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244
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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0
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245
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I went to thank Her
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1
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0
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246
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I years had been from home,
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1
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0
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247
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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2
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0%
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0
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248
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If He were living—dare I ask
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
11
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1%
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0
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0%
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250
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If I should die
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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If I'm lost—now
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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252
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If it had no pencil
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3
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0%
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0
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253
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If pain for peace prepares
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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If she had been the Mistletoe
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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If those I loved were lost
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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256
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If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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257
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If your Nerve, deny you
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
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I'll clutch—and clutch
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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259
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I'm
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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261
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
19
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
263
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I'm saying every day
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
I'm the little
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
|
In lands I never saw—they say
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
Inconceivably solemn!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Is it dead—Find it
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
Is it true, dear Sue?
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
It can't be "Summer"!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
It did not surprise me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
|
It might be lonelier
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
It struck me every day
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
It tossed—and tossed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
It was too late for Man
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Knows how to forget!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
289
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
301
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Morning—means
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
7
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
Must be a Woe
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
My life closed twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
My life had stood
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
316
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
319
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
No Prisoner be
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
Not that We did, shall be the test
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
326
|
On a Columnar Self
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
330
|
One dignity delays for all
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
8
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
She died at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
She lay as if at play
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
15
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Snow flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
So much Summer
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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So proud she was to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
3
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Some things that fly there be
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
4
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
18
|
2%
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0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
6
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
47
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Tell All The Truth
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
38
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
That I did always love
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The braind within its groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
48
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The bustle in a house
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Chemical conviction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The Color of a Queen, is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The difference between Despair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Future—never spoke
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The last Night that She lived
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Manner of its Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Martyr Poets—did not tell
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Only News I know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
The Railway Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
18
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The Woodpecker
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
There is another sky
|
29
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
10
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
To fill a Gap
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
To offer brave assistance
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Train
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
We do not play on Graves
|
16
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
24
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
Who occupies this House?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
Without this—there is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
Woodpecker, The
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
