|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
37
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
109
|
40%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
51
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
58
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
266
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
26
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
38
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
23
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
84
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
26
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
116
|
43%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
66
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
59
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
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
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A slash of Blue
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ample make this bed.
|
28
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Answer July
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Good night, because we must
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I asked no other thing
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183
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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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 cannot dance upon my Toes
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I Died For Beauty
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24
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9%
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I dwell in Possibility
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4
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190
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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192
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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3
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0
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193
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I felt my life with both my hands
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3
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1%
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194
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I gave myself to Him
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195
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I got so I could take his name
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196
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I had been hungry all the years-
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197
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I had no time to Hate
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5
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198
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I had no time to hate, because
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2
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199
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I had the Glory—that will do
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1
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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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1
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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2
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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I like a look of Agony
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8
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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8
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3%
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I lost a World - the other day!
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1
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210
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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I many times thought Peace had come
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I meant to have but modest needs
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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8
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I never told the buried gold
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I robbed the Woods
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I send Two Sunsets
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I stole them from a Bee
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think just how my shape will rise
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231
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I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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234
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I went to heaven,--
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I went to thank Her
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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5
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238
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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239
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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1%
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240
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If I should die
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0
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241
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If I shouldn't be alive
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2
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0
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242
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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2
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0
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243
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If those I loved were lost
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2
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0
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244
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If What we could—were what we would
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0
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245
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If you were coming in the fall,
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1
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0
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246
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If your Nerve, deny you
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1
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0
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247
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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1
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0%
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0
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248
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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249
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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1
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0
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0%
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250
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
15
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5%
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0
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0%
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251
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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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252
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In falling Timbers buried
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1
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0
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253
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0
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0%
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255
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
It did not surprise me
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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It is a lonesome Glee
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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259
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It struck me every day
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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It was not death, for I stood up,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
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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|
262
|
It's coming—the postponeless Creature
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
It's like the light, --
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
Knows how to forget!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
|
Least Bee that brew
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
|
Least Rivers—docile to some sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
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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|
269
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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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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|
271
|
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
272
|
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
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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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|
274
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
276
|
Most she touched me by her muteness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
277
|
My first well Day—since many ill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
279
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
280
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
My life closed twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
My life had stood
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
283
|
My River runs to thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
290
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
296
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Only a Shrine, but Mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Over the fence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
306
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
308
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Rest at Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
She dwelleth in the Ground
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
316
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Snow flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
327
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
41
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Tell All The Truth
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
That I did always love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The bustle in a house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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348
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The Fingers of the Light
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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The Future—never spoke
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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The good Will of a Flower
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Guest is gold and crimson
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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The last Night that She lived
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
358
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
359
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
360
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The Sun kept stooping—stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
There is another sky
|
19
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
We lose—because we win
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
We play at paste,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
We pray—to Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
You're right—
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
