|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
31
|
12%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
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"Faith" is a fine invention
|
120
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
39
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
43
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
239
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
15
|
6%
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0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
31
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
63
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26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
120
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
49
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
70
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
64
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26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
44
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
66
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
20
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
21
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
12
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A throe upon the features
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
After a hundred years
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
14
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Although I put away his life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Always Mine!
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ample make this bed.
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An altered look about the hills
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
50
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
20
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Beclouded
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Besides this May
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Bound—a trouble
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
braind within its groove, The
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Chartless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Death sets a Thing significant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Departed—to the Judgment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Experience is the Angled Road
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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175
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Exultation is the going
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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176
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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177
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Faith
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2
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0%
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0
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178
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Fame is a bee
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16
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6%
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0
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0%
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179
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Fame is a fickle food (1659)
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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180
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Finding is the first Act
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1
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0
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181
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First Robin
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1
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0
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0%
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182
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For this—accepted Breath
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1
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0
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183
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Frequently the wood are pink
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1
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0
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184
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From Blank to Blank
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1
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0
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185
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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3
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1%
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0
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186
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From Us She wandered now a Year
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2
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0%
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0
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187
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Funny—to be a Century
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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188
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Given in Marriage unto Thee
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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189
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God permit industrious angels
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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190
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Going to Heaven!
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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191
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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192
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Good Morning—Midnight
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5
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2%
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0
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0%
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193
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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194
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Grief is a Mouse
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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195
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Have any like Myself
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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196
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He fumbles at your spirit
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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197
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He touched me, so I live to 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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198
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Heart! We will forget him!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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199
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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200
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Heaven
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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201
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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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202
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Her—
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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203
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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204
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Her final summer was it,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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205
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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206
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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207
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Her—"last Poems"
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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208
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His Feet are shod with Gauze
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
209
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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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210
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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5
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2%
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0
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0%
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211
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Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
212
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How far is it to Heaven?
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
213
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How fortunate the Grave
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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214
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How happy I was if I could forget
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
215
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How happy is the little Stone
|
9
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3%
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0
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0%
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216
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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217
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I am alive—I guess
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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218
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I can wade Grief
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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219
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I cannot be ashamed
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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220
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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221
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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222
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I cross till I am weary
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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223
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I Died For Beauty
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22
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9%
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0
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0%
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224
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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225
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I dreaded that first Robin, so
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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226
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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227
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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228
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I felt my life with both my hands
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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229
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I gave myself to Him
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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230
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I had a guinea golden
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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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I had been hungry all the years-
|
7
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2%
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0
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0%
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232
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I had no time to Hate
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
233
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I had no time to hate, because
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
234
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I had some things that I called mine
|
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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I have never seen
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
236
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I haven't told my garden yet
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
237
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
10
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
238
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I hide myself within my flower
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
239
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I keep my pledge
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
240
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I know a place where summer strives
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
241
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
242
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I know that He exists
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
243
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
244
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I like a look of Agony
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
245
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
246
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
247
|
I lived on Dread
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
248
|
I lived on dread; to those who know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
249
|
I many times thought Peace had come
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
250
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
251
|
I ment to find her when I came;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
252
|
I never felt at Home—Below
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
253
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
254
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
255
|
I never told the buried gold
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
256
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
257
|
I reckon—when I count it all
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
258
|
I robbed the Woods
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
259
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
260
|
I send Two Sunsets
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
I shall keep singing!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
262
|
I should not dare to leave my friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
I showed her Heights she never saw
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
I taste a liquor never brewed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
I tend my flowers for thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
268
|
I took my Power in my Hand
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
I years had been from home,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
18
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
If I'm lost—now
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
If recollecting were forgetting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
If What we could—were what we would
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
In falling Timbers buried
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
It makes no difference abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
It might be lonelier
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
It struck me every day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
It will be Summer—eventually
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
It's like the Light
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
It's like the light, --
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
It's such a little thing to weep
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
Knows how to forget!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
Least Bee that brew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
Love—thou art high
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Morning—means
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
My life closed twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
My life closed twice before its close;
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
My life had stood
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
My nosegays are for captives;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
My River runs to thee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Nature is what we see—
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
No Prisoner be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
None can experience sting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Over the fence
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Pain Has An Element
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Put up my lute!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Rest at Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
She sped as Petals of a Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Snow flakes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
So bashful when I spied her!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
So from the mould
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
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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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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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12
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5%
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0
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0%
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351
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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50
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20%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
|
Tell All The Truth
|
16
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6%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
19
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7%
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0
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0%
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|
359
|
That I did always love
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
The Angle of a Landscape
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
365
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
22
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9%
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0
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0%
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|
367
|
The bustle in a house
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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
|
The bustle in a house
|
8
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3%
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0
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0%
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|
369
|
The Child's faith is new
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
372
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
|
The difference between Despair
|
4
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
374
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
375
|
The dying need but little, dear,--
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
376
|
The feet of people walking home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The good Will of a Flower
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
378
|
The lonesome for they know not What
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
379
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The Moon is distant from the Sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
381
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
382
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The Only News I know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Province of the Saved
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Railway Train
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Robin is the One
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
397
|
The Veins of other Flowers
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
The Winters are so short
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
There is a morn by men unseen
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
There is a word
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
There is another sky
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
These—saw Visions
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
They dropped like flakes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
23
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
They leave us with the Infinite
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
To be alive—is Power
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
To hang our head—ostensibly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
To One denied the drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
To this World she returned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
Train
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
'Twould ease—a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
We talked as Girls do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
When I was small, a Woman died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
Whose are the little beds, I asked
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
Whose cheek is this?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
Within my reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
Wolfe demanded during dying
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
You said that I "was Great"—one Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
You see I cannot see—your lifetime
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
You'll know Her—by Her Foot
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
You're right—
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
