|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
76
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
34
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
340
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
21
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
55
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
104
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
25
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
24
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
68
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
45
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A slash of Blue
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
31
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All I may, if small
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Ample make this bed.
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Could live—did live
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Faith
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Fame is a bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
For Death—or rather
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good night, because we must
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He strained my faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Heaven
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Her final summer was it,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I can wade Grief
|
4
|
1%
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0
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I cannot be ashamed
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176
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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177
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could die—to know
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dwell in Possibility
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I gave myself to Him
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I had been hungry all the years-
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I had not minded—Walls
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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188
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I keep my pledge
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189
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I know a place where summer strives
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190
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I know lives, I could miss
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191
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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192
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I know that He exists
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193
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I like a look of Agony
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194
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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195
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I live with Him—I see His face
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196
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I lived on Dread
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197
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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198
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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199
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I never felt at Home—Below
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1
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200
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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201
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I never lost as much but twice
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4
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202
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I Never Saw a Moor
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1
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203
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I read my sentence—steadily
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204
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I reckon—when I count it all
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205
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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206
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I shall keep singing!
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207
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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208
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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209
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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210
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I went to heaven,--
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211
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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3
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212
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If anybody's friend be dead
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2
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213
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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214
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If I shouldn't be alive
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2
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215
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If recollecting were forgetting
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1
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216
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If this is "fading"
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217
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If those I loved were lost
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2
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218
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If you were coming in the fall,
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2%
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219
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I'm
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3
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220
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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1
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221
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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4
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1%
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222
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In Winter in my Room
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3
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223
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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2
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0
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224
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0
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225
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It might be lonelier
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1
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226
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It was given to me by the Gods
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227
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It's like the Light
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1
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0
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228
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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2
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229
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Life—is what we make of it
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3
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0
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230
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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1
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0
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231
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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2
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0
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232
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0
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233
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Love—is anterior to Life
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1
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0
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234
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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1
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0
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235
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0
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236
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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
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2
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0
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237
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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1
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0
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238
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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0
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239
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Mute thy Coronation
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1
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0
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240
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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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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My life closed twice before its close;
|
2
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0
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242
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My life had stood
|
4
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1%
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0
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243
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
41
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12%
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0
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244
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My Portion is Defeat—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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|
245
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Nature is what we see—
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1
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0
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246
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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1
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0
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247
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
248
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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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249
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
251
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Of Course—I prayed
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
252
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Of Tribulation, these are They
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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One and One—are One
|
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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One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
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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|
257
|
Publication
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
258
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
|
|
263
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
16
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
267
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
268
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
269
|
Tell All The Truth
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
14
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
271
|
That I did always love
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
272
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
273
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
274
|
The Body grows without
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
275
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
276
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
The Chemical conviction
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
The difference between Despair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
The Morning after Woe
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
The Province of the Saved
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
There is a Shame of Nobleness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
There is a word
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
There is another sky
|
14
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
They have not chosen me, he said,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
To One denied the drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
325
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
326
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
What is—
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
