|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
89
|
17%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
252
|
50%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
137
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
115
|
23%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
500
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
54
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
91
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
49
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
128
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
65
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
259
|
51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
180
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
104
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
25
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
21
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
31
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
36
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
22
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
21
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Although I put away his life
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Always Mine!
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Ample make this bed.
|
49
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An English Breeze
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Apology for Her
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
31
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Arcturus
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As if the Sea should part
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
23
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
At last, to be identified!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
9
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
29
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Beclouded
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
braind within its groove, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
14
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
By The Sea
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Chartless
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Come Slowly
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Conscious am I in my Chamber
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Delight is as the flight
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
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175
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Did Our Best Moment last
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176
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Did the Harebell loose her girdle
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177
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Did we disobey Him?
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178
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Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
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179
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Distrustful of the Gentian
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180
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Do People moulder equally
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181
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Don't put up my Thread and Needle
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5
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1%
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182
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Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
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2
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183
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Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
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2
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0
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184
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Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
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4
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0
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185
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Dying! Dying in the night!
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2
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0
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186
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Each life converges to some centre
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187
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Embarrassment of one another
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0
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0%
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188
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Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
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1
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0
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0%
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189
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Exhilaration—is within
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1
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0
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0%
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190
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Experience is the Angled Road
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1
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0
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0%
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191
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Exultation is the going
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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192
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Faith
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1
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0
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0%
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193
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Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
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4
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0
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0%
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194
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Fame is a bee
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9
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1%
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195
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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196
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For Death—or rather
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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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For each ecstatic instant
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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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For every Bird a Nest
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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199
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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
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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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Forever at His side to walk
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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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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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1
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0
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0%
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202
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God made a little Gentian
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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203
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Going to Heaven!
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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204
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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205
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Grief is a Mouse
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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206
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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207
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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8
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1%
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0
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0%
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208
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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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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He fumbles at your Soul
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4
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0
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0%
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210
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He fumbles at your spirit
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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211
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Heart! We will forget him!
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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212
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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213
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Heart, We Will Forget 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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214
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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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215
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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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216
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Her—"last Poems"
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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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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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218
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How happy is the little Stone
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10
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2%
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0
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219
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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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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 am alive—I guess
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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221
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I am ashamed—I hide
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1
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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 cannot dance upon my Toes
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2
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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 cannot live with You (No. 640)
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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224
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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225
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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4
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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 could not prove the Years had feet
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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 Died For Beauty
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54
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10%
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0
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0%
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228
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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3
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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 dreaded that first Robin, so
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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 dwell in Possibility
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3
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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 fear a Man of frugal Speech
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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232
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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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 felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
5
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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 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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|
235
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I gave myself to 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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|
236
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I have never seen
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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;
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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238
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
|
3
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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 know some lonely Houses off the Road
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
240
|
I know that He exists
|
3
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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 where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
242
|
I like a look of Agony
|
18
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
243
|
I like to see it lap the miles,
|
18
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
244
|
I live with Him—I see His face
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
245
|
I lived on Dread
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
246
|
I lived on dread; to those who know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
247
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
248
|
I made slow Riches but my Gain
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
I meant to find Her when I came
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
250
|
I meant to have but modest needs
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
251
|
I never hear the word 'escape'
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
252
|
I never lost as much but twice
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
253
|
I Never Saw a Moor
|
13
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
254
|
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
255
|
I read my sentence—steadily
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
256
|
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
257
|
I see thee better—in the Dark
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
258
|
I should have been too glad, I see
|
1
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
259
|
I stepped from plank to plank
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
260
|
I taste a liquor never brewed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
261
|
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
262
|
I years had been from home,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
263
|
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
264
|
If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
265
|
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
22
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
266
|
If I could bribe them by a Rose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
267
|
If I shouldn't be alive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
268
|
If it had no pencil
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
269
|
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
270
|
If this is "fading"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
271
|
If those I loved were lost
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
272
|
If What we could—were what we would
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
If you were coming in the fall,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
274
|
If your Nerve, deny you
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
275
|
I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
276
|
I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
28
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
277
|
I'm saying every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
279
|
I'm the little
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
282
|
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
In Winter in my Room
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
Is Bliss then, such Abyss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
Is it true, dear Sue?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
It did not surprise me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
It makes no difference abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
291
|
It might be lonelier
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
It struck me every day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
It tossed—and tossed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
It was not death, for I stood up,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
It was too late for Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
It would never be Common—more—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
It's easy to invent a Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
It's like the light, --
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
I've seen a Dying Eye
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
Low at my problem bending
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Many a phrase has the English language
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
Morning—is the place for Dew
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
Most she touched me by her muteness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
My best Acquaintances are those
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
My life closed twice
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
My life had stood
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
My River runs to thee
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Never for Society
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
No Prisoner be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
No Rack can torture me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
No Romance sold unto
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
Not probable—The barest Chance
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Not that We did, shall be the test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Of all the souls that stand create
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Of Being is a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
Of Course—I prayed
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
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On a Columnar Self
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
349
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
350
|
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
|
On this wondrous sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
352
|
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
One and One—are One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
354
|
One Anguish—in a Crowd
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
One Blessing had I than the rest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
357
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One dignity delays for all
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
358
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One Life of so much Consequence!
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
One Sister have I in our house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
362
|
Only a Shrine, but Mine
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
363
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
Our journey had advanced;
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
Our Lives Are Swiss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
Over and over, like a Tune
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
Over the fence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Pain Has An Element
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Pain has an element of blank;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
Papa above!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
Partake as doth the Bee
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
Patience—has a quiet Outer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
Peace is a fiction of our Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Perhaps I Asked Too Large
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Perhaps you think me stooping
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Poor little Heart!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Prayer is the little implement
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Precious to Me—She still shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Promise This—When You be Dying
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
Publication
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
Publication—is the Auction
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
Put up my lute!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Remorse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Removed from Accident of Loss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Renunciation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Rest at Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Reverse cannot befall
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Ribbons of the Year
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Savior! I've no one else to tell
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Severer Service of myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
She died at play
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
She dwelleth in the Ground
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
She hideth Her the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Shells from the Coast mistaking
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
Snow flakes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
So from the mould
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
Some things that fly there be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
45
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
84
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
Tell All The Truth
|
53
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
That I did always love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
31
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
The bustle in a house
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
The Chariot
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
The Day Came Slow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
The Day that I was crowned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
The first Day's Night had come
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
The Grass so little has to do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
The last Night that She lived
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
458
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
459
|
The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
460
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
461
|
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
462
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
463
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
464
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
465
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
466
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
467
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
468
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
469
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
470
|
The Truth—is stirless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
471
|
The White Heat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
472
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
473
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
474
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
475
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
476
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
477
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
478
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
479
|
There is another sky
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
480
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
481
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
482
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
483
|
These are the days when Birds come back
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
484
|
They dropped like flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
485
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
486
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
487
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
488
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
489
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
490
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
491
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
492
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
493
|
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
494
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
495
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
496
|
To learn the Transport by the Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
497
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
498
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
499
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
500
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
501
|
Train
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
502
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
503
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
504
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
505
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
506
|
We do not play on Graves
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
507
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
508
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
30
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
509
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
510
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
511
|
What I see not, I better see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
512
|
What is—
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
513
|
What shall I do—it whimpers so
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
514
|
Where bells no more affright the morn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
515
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
516
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
517
|
Whether my bark went down at sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
518
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
519
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
520
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
521
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
522
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
523
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
524
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
525
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
526
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
527
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
528
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
529
|
You love me—you are sure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
530
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
531
|
You said that I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
532
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
533
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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