|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
56
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
156
|
39%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
72
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
81
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
397
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
33
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
27
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
47
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
82
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
30
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
73
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Secret told
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A slash of Blue
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After a hundred years
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Always Mine!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Ample make this bed.
|
32
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An altered look about the hills
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Answer July
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
By The Sea
|
16
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Chartless
|
29
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Come Slowly
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Fame is a bee
|
31
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
God made a little Gentian
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
God permit industrious angels
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Good night, because we must
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Heart, not so heavy as mine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Home
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
How many Flowers fail in Wood
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
How well I knew Her not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I Died For Beauty
|
20
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I dreaded that first Robin, so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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175
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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6
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1%
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0
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176
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I felt my life with both my hands
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1
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177
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I had a guinea golden
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2
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178
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I had been hungry all the years-
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179
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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1
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180
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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6
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1%
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181
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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1
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I know that He exists
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1
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183
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I like a look of Agony
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41
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10%
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184
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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5
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185
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I lived on Dread
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3
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0
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186
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I lost a World - the other day!
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1
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187
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I many times thought Peace had come
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1
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0%
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188
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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4
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1%
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0
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189
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I ment to find her when I came;
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2
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190
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I never felt at Home—Below
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2
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191
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I Never Saw a Moor
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5
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1%
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192
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I pay—in Satin Cash
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2
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193
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I reason, Earth is short
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2
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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1
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195
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I shall keep singing!
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1
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196
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I should have been too glad, I see
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2
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197
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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4
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198
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I showed her Heights she never saw
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3
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199
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I stepped from plank to plank
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9
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2%
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200
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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201
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I tend my flowers for thee
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1
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I think I was enchanted
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2
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203
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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5
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204
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I took my Power in my Hand
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1
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205
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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5
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1%
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206
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I want—it pleaded—All its life—
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2
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207
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I was the slightest in the House
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1
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208
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I would not paint—a picture
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2
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209
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I years had been from home,
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9
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2%
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210
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Ideals are the Fairly Oil
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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211
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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4
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1%
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0
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212
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If it had no pencil
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1
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0%
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213
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If recollecting were forgetting
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2
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0
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214
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If those I loved were lost
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1
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0
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0%
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215
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If you were coming in the fall,
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1
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If your Nerve, deny you
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2
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0%
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0
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217
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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3
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0
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218
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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2
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0%
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0
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219
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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15
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3%
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0
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220
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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221
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Impossibility, like Wine
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1
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0%
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0
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222
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In Winter in my Room
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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223
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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1
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0%
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0
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224
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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1
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0
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225
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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2
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0
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226
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It dropped so low in my regard
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2
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0
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227
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It is a lonesome Glee
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2
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0
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228
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It is an honorable thought,
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3
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0
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229
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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2
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0
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230
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It knew no Medicine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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231
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It might be lonelier
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1
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0
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232
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It struck me 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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233
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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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234
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It was not death, for I stood up,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
235
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It's all I have to bring today
|
8
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2%
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0
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0%
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236
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It's like the Light
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
237
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It's like the light, --
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2
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0
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0%
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238
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It's such a little thing to weep
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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I've seen a Dying Eye
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1
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0
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0%
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|
240
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Least Bee that brew
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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Least Rivers—docile to some sea
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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242
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Love—thou art high
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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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Mama never forgets her birds
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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244
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Morning—means
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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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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
246
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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My first well Day—since many ill
|
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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My friend must be a Bird
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
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My Garden—like the Beach
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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My life closed twice
|
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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My life had stood
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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252
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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253
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My nosegays are for captives;
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1
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0%
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0
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254
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My period had come for Prayer
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2
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0
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255
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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1
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0
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0%
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|
256
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My River runs to thee
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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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Nature is what we see—
|
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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Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
13
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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New feet within my garden go
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
263
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Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
On a Columnar Self
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
268
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
On this wondrous sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
One and One—are One
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
272
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
273
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
Pain--has an Element of Blank--
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
Papa above!
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Removed from Accident of Loss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Severer Service of myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
She went as quiet as the Dew
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Smiling back from Coronation
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Snow flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
So from the mould
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
So much Summer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
So proud she was to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
So well that I can live without
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Some such Butterfly be seen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Some things that fly there be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Some—Work for Immortality
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
South Winds jostle them
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Sown in dishonor
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Spring is the Period
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
27
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Summer for thee, grant I may be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Summer Shower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Superfluous were the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Take your Heaven further on
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
That Distance was between Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
That is solemn we have ended
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Body grows without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
24
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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The cricket sang,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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350
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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2
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0%
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0
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351
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The Day Came Slow
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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352
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The difference between Despair
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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353
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The Fingers of the Light
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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354
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The Flower must not blame the Bee
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1
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0
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0%
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355
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The Himmaleh was known to stoop
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1
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0
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0%
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356
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The Judge is like the Owl
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2
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0
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0%
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357
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The last Night that She lived
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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358
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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The lonesome for they know not What
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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360
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The Missing All—prevented Me
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8
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2%
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0
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0%
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361
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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2
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0
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0%
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362
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The morns are meeker than they were
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1
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0
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0%
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363
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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The Murmur of a Bee
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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365
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The Mystery of Pain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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367
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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The Only News I know
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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The Outer—from the Inner
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
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The Railway Train
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
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The Robin for the Crumb
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
372
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
375
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
378
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
379
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
380
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
There is a word
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
There is another sky
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
This heart that broke so long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
To be alive—is Power
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
To offer brave assistance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
To One denied the drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
To own the Art within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
To this World she returned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
To venerate the simple days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Too little way the House must lie
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Train
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
We play at paste,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
What Inn is this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
What is—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
When One has given up One's life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Within my reach!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
Would you like summer? Taste of ours
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
