|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
34
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
83
|
39%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
48
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
53
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
211
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
22
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
17
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
60
|
28%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
115
|
54%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
53
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
55
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Secret told
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All the letters I can write
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All these my banners be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Always Mine!
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ample make this bed.
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Answer July
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As if the Sea should part
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
By The Sea
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Chartless
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Could live—did live
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fame is a bee
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Good night, because we must
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Have any like Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He gave away his Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He told a homely tale
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heaven
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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175
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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How far is it to Heaven?
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How happy I was if I could forget
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180
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How happy is the little Stone
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181
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I am alive—I guess
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2
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I am ashamed—I hide
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183
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I asked no other thing
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184
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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185
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I can wade Grief
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186
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I cannot be ashamed
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187
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I cannot buy it—'tis not sold
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188
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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189
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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190
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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191
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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192
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I Died For Beauty
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21
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9%
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193
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I dwell in Possibility
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194
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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195
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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196
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I found the phrase to every thought
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2
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197
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I gave myself to Him
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4
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198
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I had a guinea golden
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2
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199
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I had been hungry all the years-
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200
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I had no Cause to be awake
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4
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201
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I have a Bird in spring
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1
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202
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I have never seen
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203
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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204
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I haven't told my garden yet
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2
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205
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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206
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I know a place where summer strives
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2
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207
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I know lives, I could miss
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2
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208
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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2
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209
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I know that He exists
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1
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210
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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2
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211
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I like a look of Agony
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4
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1%
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212
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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12
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5%
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0
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213
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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1%
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0
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214
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
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1
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215
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I meant to find Her when I came
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1
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216
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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3
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0
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217
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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3
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1%
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0
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218
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I never lost as much but twice
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2
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219
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I robbed the Woods
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2
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220
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I shall keep singing!
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3
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221
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I should have been too glad, I see
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222
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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2
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223
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I stepped from plank to plank
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3
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224
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I stole them from a Bee
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1
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225
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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4
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1%
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226
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I tend my flowers for thee
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3
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0
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227
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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3
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0
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228
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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2
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229
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I watched the Moon around the House (629)
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230
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I would not paint—a picture
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1
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0
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231
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I years had been from home,
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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232
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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5
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2%
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0
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0%
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233
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If I should die
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9
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4%
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0
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0%
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234
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If I'm lost—now
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4
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1%
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0
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235
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If it had no pencil
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2
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0
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236
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If recollecting were forgetting
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2
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0
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237
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If she had been the Mistletoe
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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238
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If those I loved were lost
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1
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0
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239
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If you were coming in the fall,
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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240
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I'll clutch—and clutch
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
241
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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11
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5%
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0
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0%
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242
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I'm saying every day
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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243
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Impossibility, like Wine
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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244
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In Winter in my Room
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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245
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Inconceivably solemn!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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246
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It can't be "Summer"!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
248
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
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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It is a lonesome Glee
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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It struck me every day
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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252
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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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253
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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I've nothing else—to bring, You know
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
255
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
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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Life—is what we make of it
|
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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Light is sufficient to itself
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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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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|
259
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
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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Love—thou art high
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
Midsummer, was it, when They died
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
264
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
My best Acquaintances are those
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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My life closed twice
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
270
|
My life had stood
|
8
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
271
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Nature is what we see—
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
275
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
New feet within my garden go
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
277
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
No Prisoner be
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
279
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
280
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
On a Columnar Self
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
One dignity delays for all
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Our share of night to bear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Publication
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Rest at Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
She rose to his requirement, dropped
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
23
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Tell All The Truth
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
The bustle in a house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
The bustle in a house
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
The cricket sang,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The face I carry with me—last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Luxury to apprehend
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The power to be true to You
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Railway Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
The show is not the show,
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
The Woodpecker
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
There is another sky
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
This was in the White of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
This—is the land—the Sunset washes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To fill a Gap
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
16
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Truth—is as old as God
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
We do not play on Graves
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
You constituted Time
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
