|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
28
|
12%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
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"Faith" is a fine invention
|
113
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
45
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
36
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
222
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
17
|
7%
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0
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0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
39
|
17%
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0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
18
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
73
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
18
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
157
|
70%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
80
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
73
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
2%
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0
|
0%
|
|
15
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A Charm invests a face
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
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A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
19
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
6%
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0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
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A drop fell on the apple tree
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
19
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
20
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All the letters I can write
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All these my banners be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Ample make this bed.
|
18
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
20
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Beclouded
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Could live—did live
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fitter to see Him, I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
From Us She wandered now a Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Home
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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5
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176
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How happy is the little Stone
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11
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177
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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178
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How well I knew Her not
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179
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I am alive—I guess
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180
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I am ashamed—I hide
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181
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I asked no other thing
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182
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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183
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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184
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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185
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I can wade Grief
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186
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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9
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187
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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189
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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190
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I cross till I am weary
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191
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I Died For Beauty
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11
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4%
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192
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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193
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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3
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194
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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195
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I gave myself to Him
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196
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I had a guinea golden
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197
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I had no time to Hate
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198
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I have a Bird in spring
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2
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199
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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2
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200
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I haven't told my garden yet
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1
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201
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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8
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3%
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202
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I know lives, I could miss
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203
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I know that He exists
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1
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204
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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1
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205
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I like a look of Agony
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15
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6%
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206
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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5
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2%
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207
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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1
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208
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I many times thought Peace had come
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1
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209
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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1
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210
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I met a King this afternoon!
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2
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211
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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3
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1%
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0
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212
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I never told the buried gold
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1
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213
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I send Two Sunsets
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1
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214
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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0
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215
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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2
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0
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216
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I stepped from plank to plank
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6
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2%
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217
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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1
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218
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I think the longest Hour of all
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2
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219
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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3
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0
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220
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I took my Power in my Hand
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52
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23%
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221
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I years had been from home,
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1
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222
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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4
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1%
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0
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223
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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13
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5%
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0
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224
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If I should die
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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 it had no pencil
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1
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0
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226
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If this is "fading"
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4
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1%
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0
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227
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If those I loved were lost
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2
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0%
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0
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228
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If you were coming in the fall,
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11
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4%
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0
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229
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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1
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0%
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0
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230
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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231
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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6
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2%
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0
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232
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I'm saying every day
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1
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0%
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0
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233
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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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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In Ebon Box, when years have flown
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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235
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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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236
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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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 knew no Medicine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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238
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It might be lonelier
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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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It struck me every day
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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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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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241
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It was too late for Man
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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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It will be Summer—eventually
|
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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It would never be Common—more—I said
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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244
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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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245
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It's easy to invent a Life
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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246
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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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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248
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Life—is what we make of it
|
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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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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Love reckons by itself—alone
|
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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Love—thou art high
|
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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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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|
253
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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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|
254
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
My life closed twice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
My life had stood
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
9
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4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
3
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1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
264
|
My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
267
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
268
|
Never for Society
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
New feet within my garden go
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
270
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
271
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
3
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1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
273
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
274
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
278
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
One and One—are One
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
285
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Publication
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
Renunciation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
She rose to His Requirement - dropt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
28
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
27
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Tell All The Truth
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
That I did always love
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The bustle in a house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The Lamp burns sure—within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Robin for the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
348
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The Woodpecker
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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There is a pain—so utter
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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There is a word
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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There is another sky
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16
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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There is no frigate like a book
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5
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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16
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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There's been a death in the opposite house
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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There's something quieter than sleep
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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These tested Our Horizon
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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They dropped like flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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22
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9%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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They leave us with the Infinite
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1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
They say that 'time assuages,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
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4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
362
|
This is my letter to the world,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
363
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
We can but follow to the Sun
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When I have seen the Sun emerge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
You constituted Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
