|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
34
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
90
|
39%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
41
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
42
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
228
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
25
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
30
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
24
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
82
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
94
|
41%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
39
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
50
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
37
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
45
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
After a hundred years
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Ample make this bed.
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
32
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As Children bid the Guest
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
As if the Sea should part
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
As One does Sickness over
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
23
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Chartless
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Come Slowly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Do People moulder equally
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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Fame is a bee
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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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Fame of Myself, to justify
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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First Robin
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
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Forever at His side to walk
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Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He gave away his Life
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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His Bill an Auger is
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Home
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How fortunate the Grave
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How happy is the little Stone
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How the Waters closed above Him
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I am alive—I guess
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I am ashamed—I hide
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I asked no other thing
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I can wade Grief
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200
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I cannot be ashamed
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4
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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I could die—to know
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207
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I Died For Beauty
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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I fear a Man of frugal Speech
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I gave myself to Him
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I had a guinea golden
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had not minded—Walls
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216
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I have a Bird in spring
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217
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I have never seen
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know a place where summer strives
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I know lives, I could miss
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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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22
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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11
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I live with Him—I see His face
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225
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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226
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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227
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I ment to find her when I came;
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228
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I met a King this afternoon!
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229
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I Never Saw a Moor
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4
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230
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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231
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I send Two Sunsets
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232
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I stepped from plank to plank
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233
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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3
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234
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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235
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I think I was enchanted
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236
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I think just how my shape will rise
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237
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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238
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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4
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239
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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240
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I went to thank Her
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1
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241
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I years had been from home,
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5
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0
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242
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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1
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243
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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244
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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19
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8%
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0
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245
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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2
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0
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246
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If I should die
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2
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0%
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0
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247
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If I'm lost—now
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2
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248
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If you were coming in the fall,
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8
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3%
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0
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249
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If your Nerve, deny you
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6
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2%
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0
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250
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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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0
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0%
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251
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
6
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2%
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0
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0%
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252
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I'm saying every day
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1
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0%
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0
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253
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I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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Impossibility, like Wine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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255
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It can't be
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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256
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It can't be "Summer"!
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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258
|
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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It knew no Medicine
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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It would have starved a Gnat
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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Light is sufficient to itself
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
7
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
273
|
Musicians wrestle everywhere
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
274
|
My best Acquaintances are those
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
My life had stood
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
My River runs to thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Nature and God—I neither knew
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Nature is what we see—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
New feet within my garden go
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
No Rack can torture me
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
294
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
295
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Pain Has An Element
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
315
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
317
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Size circumscribes—it has no room
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
320
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
322
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
24
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Spring is the Period
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
68
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Tell All The Truth
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
21
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
333
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The bustle in a house
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The cricket sang,
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Day undressed—Herself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The difference between Despair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
|
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
The last Night that She lived
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5
|
2%
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0
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0%
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|
350
|
The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
351
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
The Morning after Woe
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
353
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
The only ghost I ever saw
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2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
There is another sky
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
These—saw Visions
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
20
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
This Bauble was preferred of Bees
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Through the strait pass of suffering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
We don't cry—Tim and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
39
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
We see—Comparatively
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
What did They do since I saw Them?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
Will there really be a
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
You said that I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
You said that I "was Great"—one Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
You'll find—it when you try to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
