|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
33
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
104
|
40%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
64
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
55
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
254
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
29
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
37
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
31
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
66
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
38
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
126
|
49%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
93
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
78
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
20
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
22
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
16
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
15
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
12
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
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
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ample make this bed.
|
36
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Fame is a bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Garland for Queens, may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Her Grace is all she has—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
I Died For Beauty
|
39
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
I had no time to Hate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
I had no time to hate, because
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I hide myself within my flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I like a look of Agony
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I lived on Dread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I often passed the village
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I should have been too glad, I see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I showed her Heights she never saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I sing to use the Waiting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I went to heaven,--
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
If I should die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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If those I loved were lost
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If you were coming in the fall,
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If your Nerve, deny you
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177
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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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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180
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It can't be "Summer"!
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It troubled me as once I was
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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It's all I have to bring today
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
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185
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Life—is what we make of it
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186
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Love—is anterior to Life
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187
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Love—thou art high
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188
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Me from Myself—to banish
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189
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Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
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190
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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191
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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192
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My life had stood
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193
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My River runs to thee
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194
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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195
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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196
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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197
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
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198
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Never for Society
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199
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No Man can compass a Despair
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200
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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201
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Not that We did, shall be the test
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202
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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203
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
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204
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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205
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Our journey had advanced;
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206
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Our Lives Are Swiss
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207
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Pain has an element of blank;
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208
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith
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209
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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210
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She rose to His Requirement
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211
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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11
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4%
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212
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Sleep is supposed to be
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213
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Some things that fly there be
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4
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214
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Some—Work for Immortality
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215
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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21
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8%
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216
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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1
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217
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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23
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218
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Sunset at Night—is natural
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219
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Superfluous were the Sun
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1
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220
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
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1
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221
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Tell All The Truth
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12
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4%
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0
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222
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That I did always love
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3
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0
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223
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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4
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1%
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0
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224
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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1
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0
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225
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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23
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9%
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0
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226
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The bustle in a house
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3
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1%
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227
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The Chariot
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2
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0
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228
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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229
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The difference between Despair
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1
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0
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230
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
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0
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231
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The feet of people walking home
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1
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232
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The last Night that She lived
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1
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0%
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0
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233
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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1
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0%
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0
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234
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The Love a Life can show Below
|
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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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
2
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0
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236
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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1
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0
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237
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The only ghost I ever saw
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2
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0
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238
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The Robin is the One
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1
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0
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239
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
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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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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
7
|
2%
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0
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0%
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241
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
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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The Test of Love—is Death
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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244
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The Truth—is stirless
|
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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The Woodpecker
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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246
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There is a finished feeling
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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There is a flower that Bees prefer
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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248
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There is a pain—so utter
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
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There is another sky
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9
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
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0
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0%
|
|
251
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
252
|
They dropped like flakes
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
253
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They put Us far apart
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
254
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
255
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
256
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
257
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
258
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
259
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
260
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
261
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
263
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
268
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
271
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
272
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Went up a year this evening!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
When Diamonds are a Legend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
When the Astronomer stops seeking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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