|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
43
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
114
|
40%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
69
|
24%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
62
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
284
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
31
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
28
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
24
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
83
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
37
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
146
|
51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
67
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
59
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
24
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Ample make this bed.
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An English Breeze
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
32
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Chartless
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Exultation is the going
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Fairer through Fading—as the Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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175
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Fame is a bee
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2%
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Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
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178
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Fame of Myself, to justify
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179
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Finding is the first Act
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180
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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2
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181
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First Robin
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182
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Fitter to see Him, I may be
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183
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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1
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184
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For Death—or rather
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185
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For each ecstatic instant
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3
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0
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186
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For every Bird a Nest
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2
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187
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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1
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188
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For this—accepted Breath
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1
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189
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Forever at His side to walk
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2
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190
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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2
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191
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Forget! The lady with the Amulet
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192
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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1
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193
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Frequently the wood are pink
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1
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194
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From Blank to Blank
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2
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195
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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2
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0
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196
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From Us She wandered now a Year
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1
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0
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197
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Funny—to be a Century
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1
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198
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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2
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0
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0%
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199
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Garland for Queens, may 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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200
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Give little Anguish
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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201
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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2
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0
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0%
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202
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Glee—The great storm is over
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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203
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Glowing is her Bonnet
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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204
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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1
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0
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0%
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205
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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206
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God made a little Gentian
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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207
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God permit industrious angels
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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208
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Going to Heaven!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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209
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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210
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Good Morning—Midnight
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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211
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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212
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Good night, because we must
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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213
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Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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214
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Gratitude—is not the mention
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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215
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Great Caesar! Condescend
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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216
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Grief is a Mouse
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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217
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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218
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Had I presumed to hope
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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219
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Have any like Myself
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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220
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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221
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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222
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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223
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He found my Being—set it up
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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224
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He fumbles at your Soul
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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225
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He fumbles at your spirit
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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226
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He gave away his Life
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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227
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He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
228
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He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
229
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He put the Belt around my life
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
230
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He strained my faith
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
231
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He told a homely tale
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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232
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He touched me, so I live to know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
233
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
234
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He who in Himself believes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
235
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Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
236
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
237
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
238
|
Heaven
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
240
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
241
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
242
|
Her—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
243
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Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
244
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Her final summer was it,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
245
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Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
246
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
248
|
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
250
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
251
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
253
|
Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
254
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
256
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
257
|
How fortunate the Grave
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
258
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
259
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
8
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
260
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
How the Waters closed above Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
268
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
I bring an unaccustomed wine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
I can wade Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
I cannot be ashamed
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
I could not drink it, Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
I could suffice for Him, I knew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
I cross till I am weary
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
I Died For Beauty
|
31
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
I found the phrase to every thought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
I gained it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
I got so I could take his name
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
I had a guinea golden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
I had no Cause to be awake
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
I had no time to Hate
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
I had some things that I called mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
I had the Glory—that will do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
I have a Bird in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
I have a King, who does not speak
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
I have never seen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
I keep my pledge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
I know a place where summer strives
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
I know lives, I could miss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
I know that He exists
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
I learned—at least—what Home could be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
I like a look of Agony
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
I lived on Dread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
I met a King this afternoon!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
I never told the buried gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
I reason, Earth is short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
I robbed the Woods
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
I send Two Sunsets
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
I shall keep singing!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
I should have been too glad, I see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
I started Early - Took my Dog
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
I think the longest Hour of all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
I years had been from home,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
If anybody's friend be dead
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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348
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If your Nerve, deny you
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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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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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12
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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It did not surprise me
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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353
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It makes no difference abroad
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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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It's all I have to bring today
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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Life—is what we make of it
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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357
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Make me a picture of the sun
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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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Many a phrase has the English language
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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My friend must be a Bird
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
My Garden—like the Beach
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
My life closed twice
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
|
My life had stood
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
|
My period had come for Prayer
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
365
|
My River runs to thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
1
|
0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
My wheel is in the dark
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
368
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
369
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
3
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
Nature is what we see—
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
373
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Never for Society
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
No Rack can torture me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Remorse
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Severer Service of myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
21
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
36
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Tell All The Truth
|
17
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
That I did always love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
24
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
There is another sky
|
18
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
Without this—there is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
