|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
26
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
112
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
42
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
37
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
419
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
51
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
87
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
39
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
55
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
58
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
53
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Ample make this bed.
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An altered look about the hills
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
30
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
But little Carmine hath her face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
By The Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Chartless
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Each Second is the last
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Fame is a bee
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Finding is the first Act
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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From Blank to Blank
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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God permit industrious angels
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Going to Heaven!
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Grief is a Mouse
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Had I presumed to hope
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He gave away his Life
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
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He parts Himself—like Leaves
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He put the Belt around my life
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He strained my faith
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He touched me, so I live to know
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He who in Himself believes
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Heaven
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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199
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Herein a Blossom lies
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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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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How well I knew Her not
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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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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could die—to know
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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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 fear a Man of frugal Speech
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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 felt my life with both my hands
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I gave myself to Him
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I had a guinea golden
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I had been hungry all the years-
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234
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I had no time to Hate
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I had some things that I called mine
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I have never seen
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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239
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know lives, I could miss
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242
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I know that He exists
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243
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I like a look of Agony
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244
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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245
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I lived on Dread
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246
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I lost a World - the other day!
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247
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I made slow Riches but my Gain
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248
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I meant to have but modest needs
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249
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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250
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I never felt at Home—Below
|
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251
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I never hear the word 'escape'
|
4
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252
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I never lost as much but twice
|
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253
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I Never Saw a Moor
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1
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254
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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255
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I play at Riches—to appease
|
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256
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I read my sentence—steadily
|
1
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257
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I reckon—when I count it all
|
6
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258
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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3
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259
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I stepped from plank to plank
|
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260
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I think I was enchanted
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3
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261
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I think the longest Hour of all
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262
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
1
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263
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I was the slightest in the House
|
1
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0
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|
264
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
1
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0
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|
265
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I went to heaven,--
|
1
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0
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266
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I went to thank Her
|
1
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0
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|
267
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I would distil a cup
|
1
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0
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268
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I would not paint—a picture
|
4
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269
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I years had been from home,
|
2
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0
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|
270
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
4
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0%
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0
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271
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If anybody's friend be dead
|
2
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0%
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0
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272
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
273
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
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If you were coming in the fall,
|
16
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3%
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0
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|
275
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
276
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
278
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
279
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
280
|
Is Bliss then, such Abyss
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
281
|
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
|
It can't be "Summer"!
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
284
|
It might be lonelier
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
|
It struck me every day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
286
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
287
|
It was too late for Man
|
3
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0%
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0
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|
288
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
289
|
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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|
290
|
It's like the Light
|
8
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
291
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
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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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|
293
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
294
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
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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|
296
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
298
|
Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
299
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
300
|
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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|
301
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
302
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
304
|
Morning—means
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
305
|
Most she touched me by her muteness
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
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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|
310
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
My life had stood
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
312
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
12
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
314
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
316
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
318
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
Nature is what we see—
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
Never for Society
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
No Romance sold unto
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
325
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
329
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
331
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Our share of night to bear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
336
|
Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
337
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
339
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
343
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
344
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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She rose to His Requirement
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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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She went as quiet as the Dew
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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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Some things that fly there be
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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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Some—Work for Immortality
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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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Some, too fragile for winter winds
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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Soto! Explore thyself!
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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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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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12
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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Success is Counted Sweetest
|
44
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10%
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0
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0%
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|
356
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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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
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
25
|
5%
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0
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0%
|
|
361
|
That I did always love
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
364
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
365
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
|
The Brain, within its Groove
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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The braind within its groove
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
30
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
369
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
370
|
The Chemical conviction
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1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
The day came slow, till five o' clock
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
373
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
There is another sky
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
These tested Our Horizon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Those who have been in the Grave the longest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
To One denied the drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
We do not play on Graves
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
When I count the seeds
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
When One has given up One's life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
While it is alive
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
You constituted Time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
You're right—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
