|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
55
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
109
|
33%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
67
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
57
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
328
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
25
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
39
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
22
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
75
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
30
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
175
|
53%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
84
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
54
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
7
|
2%
|
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
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
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
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After a hundred years
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Although I put away his life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ample make this bed.
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
41
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
By The Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Chartless
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Fame is a bee
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Finding is the first Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
God permit industrious angels
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He told a homely tale
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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How happy is the little Stone
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5
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175
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How many times these low feet staggered
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176
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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177
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I cannot be ashamed
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178
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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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180
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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181
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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182
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I could die—to know
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183
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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184
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I Died For Beauty
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39
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11%
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185
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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186
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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187
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I dwell in Possibility
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1
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188
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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1
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189
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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2
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190
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I gave myself to Him
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4
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191
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I had no time to Hate
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3
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192
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I have a King, who does not speak
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193
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I have never seen
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2
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194
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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2
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195
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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6
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196
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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1
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197
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I hide myself within my flower
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1
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198
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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1
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199
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I know that He exists
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2
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200
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I like a look of Agony
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8
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2%
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201
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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5
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1%
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0
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202
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I lost a World - the other day!
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1
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203
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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1
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204
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I never felt at Home—Below
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1
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205
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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3
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206
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I never lost as much but twice
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2
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207
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I Never Saw a Moor
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7
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2%
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0
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208
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I reason, Earth is short
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1
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209
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I send Two Sunsets
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1
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0
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210
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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211
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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1
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212
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I stepped from plank to plank
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3
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213
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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2
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214
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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0%
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0
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215
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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1
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0
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216
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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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217
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If anybody's friend be dead
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1
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0%
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218
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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22
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6%
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219
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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1
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220
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If I should die
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1
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221
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If it had no pencil
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1
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0
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222
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If the foolish, call them
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1
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223
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If this is "fading"
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1
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0%
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0
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224
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If you were coming in the fall,
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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225
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If your Nerve, deny you
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2
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0%
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0
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226
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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1
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0
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227
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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3
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0%
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0
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228
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
24
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7%
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0
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0%
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229
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Impossibility, like Wine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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230
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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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231
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In falling Timbers buried
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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232
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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233
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It is an honorable thought,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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234
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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235
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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236
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It will be Summer—eventually
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1
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0%
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0
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237
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It's like the light, --
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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238
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
240
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I've seen a Dying Eye
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
241
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
242
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Life—is what we make of it
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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243
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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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244
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
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Me! Come! My dazzled face
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
246
|
Me, change! Me, alter!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
|
Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
250
|
Must be a Woe
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
251
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
|
My life closed twice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
253
|
My life had stood
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
254
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
256
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
257
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
258
|
Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
260
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
262
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
268
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
Snow flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
So proud she was to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
36
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Summer Shower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Tell All The Truth
|
34
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
25
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
The bustle in a house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The Guest is gold and crimson
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The last Night that She lived
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Leaves like Women interchange
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Railway Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
There is another sky
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
They dropped like flakes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
This that would greet—an hour ago
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
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1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
To make a prairie (1755)
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2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
Train
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
We talked as Girls do
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
What did They do since I saw Them?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
