|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
50
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
124
|
40%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
82
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
74
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
306
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
42
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
68
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
33
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
144
|
47%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
75
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
57
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
20
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
21
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
11
|
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
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Ample make this bed.
|
38
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
35
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Bird
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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Faith
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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Fame is a bee
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First Robin
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For Death—or rather
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For each ecstatic instant
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180
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For every Bird a Nest
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181
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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From Blank to Blank
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183
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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185
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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God made a little Gentian
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Going to Heaven!
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188
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Good Morning—Midnight
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189
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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190
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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Had I presumed to hope
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192
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He fumbles at your Soul
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193
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He put the Belt around my life
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven
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197
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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198
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Her Grace is all she has—
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199
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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200
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Herein a Blossom lies
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201
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Home
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202
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How fortunate the Grave
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1
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203
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many times these low feet staggered
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205
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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206
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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207
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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208
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I can wade Grief
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209
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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210
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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211
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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212
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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213
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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214
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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215
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I cross till I am weary
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216
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I Died For Beauty
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23
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217
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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218
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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219
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I dwell in Possibility
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220
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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2
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221
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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2
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222
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I gave myself to Him
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223
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I had been hungry all the years-
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224
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I had not minded—Walls
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2
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225
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I have a Bird in spring
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226
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I have a King, who does not speak
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227
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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228
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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2
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229
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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2
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230
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I know lives, I could miss
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1
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0
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231
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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1
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0
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232
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I like a look of Agony
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11
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3%
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233
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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8
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2%
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0
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234
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I lived on Dread
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1
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0
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235
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I lost a World - the other day!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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236
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I many times thought Peace had come
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7
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2%
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0
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237
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I meant to find Her when I came
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3
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238
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I meant to have but modest needs
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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 measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
1
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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 never felt at Home—Below
|
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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I Never Saw a Moor
|
11
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3%
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0
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242
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I never told the buried gold
|
1
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0
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243
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I reason, Earth is short
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2
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0
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244
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I send Two Sunsets
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1
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0
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245
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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2
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0
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246
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I took my Power in my Hand
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1
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0%
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0
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247
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I want—it pleaded—All its life—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
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I years had been from home,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
4
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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 He were living—dare I ask
|
1
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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 can stop one heart from breaking,
|
19
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6%
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0
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0%
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252
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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If I shouldn't be alive
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
254
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If it had no pencil
|
1
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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 recollecting were forgetting
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
If those I loved were lost
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
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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|
258
|
If your Nerve, deny you
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
259
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
260
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
24
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7%
|
0
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0%
|
|
261
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
It feels a shame to be Alive
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
264
|
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
266
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
267
|
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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|
268
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
It's like the light, --
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
270
|
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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|
271
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
Love—thou art high
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Morning—means
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
My life had stood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
My nosegays are for captives;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Never for Society
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
No Crowd that has occurred
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
No Romance sold unto
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Over the fence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Poor little Heart!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
Smiling back from Coronation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Snow flakes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
329
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
31
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Take your Heaven further on
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Tell All The Truth
|
23
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
That I did always love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Chariot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The feet of people walking home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
The last Night that She lived
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
349
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
352
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
The pedigree of honey
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
357
|
The Railway Train
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
The Robin is the One
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1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The Soul that hath a Guest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Winters are so short
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
There is another sky
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
They dropped like flakes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
What Inn is this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
While it is alive
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Who Court obtain within Himself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
Woodpecker, The
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
You're right—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
