|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
28
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
83
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
29
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
33
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
230
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
19
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
22
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
59
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
106
|
46%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
65
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
48
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Charm invests a face
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Secret told
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
After a hundred years
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ample make this bed.
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
An English Breeze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
25
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Beclouded
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bird
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
By The Sea
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Chartless
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Fame is a bee
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Going to Heaven!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I am alive—I guess
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I could suffice for Him, I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I cross till I am weary
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I Died For Beauty
|
26
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
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I dwell in Possibility
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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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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7
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I felt my life with both my hands
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1
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I gained it so
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I gave myself to Him
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I had a guinea golden
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I had no time to hate, because
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I have a Bird in spring
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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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188
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I like a look of Agony
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9
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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191
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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192
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I many times thought Peace had come
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193
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I meant to find Her when I came
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2
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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195
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I met a King this afternoon!
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2
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196
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I shall keep singing!
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197
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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198
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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199
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I stepped from plank to plank
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5
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200
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I took my Power in my Hand
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203
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I went to heaven,--
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204
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I years had been from home,
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205
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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1
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0
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If He were living—dare I ask
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208
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I should die
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If I'm lost—now
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If the foolish, call them "flowers"
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If you were coming in the fall,
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12
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5%
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213
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If your Nerve, deny you
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1
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214
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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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215
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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9
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3%
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216
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In lands I never saw—they say
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2
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217
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It did not surprise me
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218
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
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219
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It makes no difference abroad
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4
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220
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It struck me every day
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2
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221
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It will be Summer—eventually
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222
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It's all I have to bring today
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223
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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224
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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
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225
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Life—is what we make of it
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226
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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1
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228
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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229
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Make me a picture of the sun
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230
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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1
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231
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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1
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232
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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1
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233
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My first well Day—since many ill
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2
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234
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My friend attacks my friend!
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1
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0
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235
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My friend must be a Bird
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4
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1%
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0
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236
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My life closed twice
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2
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0%
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0
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237
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My life closed twice before its close;
|
3
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1%
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0
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238
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
5
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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My period had come for Prayer
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1
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0
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240
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My River runs to thee
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2
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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 wheel is in the dark
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
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0
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243
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Nature is what we see—
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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244
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Nature rarer uses yellow
|
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 the gentlest mother is
|
5
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
246
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0
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0%
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247
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
2
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0%
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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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249
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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250
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Not all die early, dying young
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
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Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
|
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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|
255
|
On this wondrous sea
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
257
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
258
|
One dignity delays for all
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
259
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
260
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
261
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
Papa above!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
263
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
|
Publication
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
267
|
Rest at Night
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
268
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
269
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She rose to His Requirement
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
270
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
271
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Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
272
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Some things that fly there be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
275
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
31
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Take your Heaven further on
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Tell All The Truth
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
That is solemn we have ended
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
The bustle in a house
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
The Chariot
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
The Child's faith is new
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
The Color of a Queen, is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
The Day Came Slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
The Judge is like the Owl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The Malay—took the Pearl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The Morning after Woe
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The Only News I know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
The Railway Train
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
The show is not the show,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
The Woodpecker
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
There is another sky
|
27
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
These—saw Visions
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
21
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
What I see not, I better see
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Woodpecker, The
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
