|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
48
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
182
|
47%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
56
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
71
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
385
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
25
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
29
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
56
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
80
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
26
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
35
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Secret told
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A slash of Blue
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Although I put away his life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ample make this bed.
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
23
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
As if the Sea should part
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Chartless
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Do People moulder equally
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Fame is a bee
|
20
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Herein a Blossom lies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
His Feet are shod with Gauze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
How the Waters closed above Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I Came to buy a smile—today
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I can wade Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I Died For Beauty
|
23
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I gave myself to Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I got so I could take his name
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I haven't told my garden yet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I keep my pledge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I like a look of Agony
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I made slow Riches but my Gain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I meant to find Her when I came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I met a King this afternoon!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
2
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0%
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I robbed the Woods
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I stole them from a Bee
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think I was enchanted
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I think the longest Hour of all
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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If He were living—dare I ask
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I should die
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm saying every day
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I'm the little
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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In Winter in my Room
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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It dropped so low in my regard
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It makes no difference abroad
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It tossed—and tossed
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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It will be Summer—eventually
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It's like the Light
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It's like the light, --
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
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Least Bee that brew
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Life—is what we make of it
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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More Life—went out—when He went
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Morning—means
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Morns like these—we parted
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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Must be a Woe
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Mute thy Coronation
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My best Acquaintances are those
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My first well Day—since many ill
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My friend attacks my friend!
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My friend must be a Bird
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life closed twice
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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My nosegays are for captives;
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My period had come for Prayer
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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235
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My Reward for Being, was This
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My River runs to thee
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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238
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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Never for Society
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Not probable—The barest Chance
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Of all the souls that stand create
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Of Brussels—it was not
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Of nearness to her sundered Things
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
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One and One—are One
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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One Life of so much Consequence!
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One Sister have I in our house
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Papa above!
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Partake as doth the Bee
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Poor little Heart!
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Precious to Me—She still shall be
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Put up my lute!
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Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
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She bore it till the simple veins
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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2
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268
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She died—this was the way she died
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269
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She hideth Her the last
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2
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270
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She rose to his requirement, dropped
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1
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271
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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2
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272
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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13
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3%
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0
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273
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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274
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Snow flakes
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2
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0
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275
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So well that I can live without
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1
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276
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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3
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277
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Some things that fly there be
|
3
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0
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278
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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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279
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South Winds jostle them
|
1
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0%
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0
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280
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
11
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2%
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0
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281
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
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0%
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0
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282
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Success is Counted Sweetest
|
27
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7%
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0
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283
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
2
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0
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284
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
2
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0
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285
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Tell All The Truth
|
15
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3%
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0
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286
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
21
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5%
|
0
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|
287
|
That I did always love
|
3
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0%
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0
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288
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That is solemn we have ended
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
290
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
291
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The Birds reported from the South
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
292
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0
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0%
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|
293
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The Body grows without
|
3
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0
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0%
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|
294
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
The braind within its groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
57
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14%
|
0
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0%
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|
298
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
300
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The Chariot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
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The Court is far away
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
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The cricket sang,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
306
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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The last Night that She lived
|
4
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
312
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
313
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The Manner of its Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
314
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
315
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
|
The Only News I know
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
|
The pedigree of honey
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
321
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
324
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
325
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The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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The Sun is gay or stark
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
|
The Sun kept stooping—stooping
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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The Test of Love—is Death
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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There is a Languor of the Life
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
338
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There is a pain—so utter
|
6
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
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There is an arid Pleasure
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
340
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There is another sky
|
19
|
4%
|
0
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0%
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|
341
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
8
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
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These are the days when Birds come back
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
346
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
11
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
This Merit hath the worst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
'Tis Opposites—entice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
When I count the seeds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
