|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
30
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
83
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
74
|
32%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
45
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
231
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
29
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
15
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
59
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
17
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
118
|
51%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
68
|
29%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
42
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
8
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Secret told
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A slash of Blue
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After a hundred years
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
All the letters I can write
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Always Mine!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ample make this bed.
|
36
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Answer July
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Apology for Her
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
13
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Bound—a trouble
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
By The Sea
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Delayed till she had ceased to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Delight becomes pictorial
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Doom is the House without the Door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Fame is a bee
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Given in Marriage unto Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Glowing is her Bonnet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
God made a little Gentian
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Going to Heaven!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Had I not This, or This, I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He who in Himself believes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Home
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I cried at Pity—not at Pain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I Died For Beauty
|
27
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I had no Cause to be awake
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I had not minded—Walls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I had the Glory—that will do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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174
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I have a Bird in spring
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175
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I have never seen
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176
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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177
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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178
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I hide myself within my flower
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179
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I know a place where summer strives
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180
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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3
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181
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I like a look of Agony
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11
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182
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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183
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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1%
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184
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I ment to find her when I came;
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185
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I never felt at Home—Below
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186
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I Never Saw a Moor
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6
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187
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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188
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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189
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I send Two Sunsets
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190
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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191
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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192
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I want—it pleaded—All its life—
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193
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I years had been from home,
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194
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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195
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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7
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196
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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1
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197
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If I should die
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198
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If your Nerve, deny you
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1
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199
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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1
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0
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0%
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200
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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2
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201
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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2
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202
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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16
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6%
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203
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In lands I never saw—they say
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204
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
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205
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It might be lonelier
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206
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It struck me every day
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1
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207
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It's all I have to bring today
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208
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Joy to have merited the Pain
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1
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209
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Let Us play Yesterday
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2
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210
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Life—is what we make of it
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2
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211
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
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1
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0%
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212
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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1
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213
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Me from Myself—to banish
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1
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0
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214
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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1
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0
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215
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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4
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216
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My friend must be a Bird
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1
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0
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217
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My Portion is Defeat—today
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0
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218
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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219
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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1
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220
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Nature is what we see—
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0
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221
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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1
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0
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222
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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223
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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
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1
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0
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0%
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224
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No Rack can torture me
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1
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0
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0%
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225
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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2
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0
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226
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
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1
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0
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227
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Not all die early, dying young
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1
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0
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228
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Of all the souls that stand create
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1
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0
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229
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
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1
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0
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230
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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1
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0
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231
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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
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1
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0
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232
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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1
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0
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0%
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233
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One Year ago—jots what?
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1
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0
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234
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Pain—expands the Time
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1
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0
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235
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
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1
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0
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236
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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0
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237
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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1
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0
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238
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She died at play
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1
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0
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239
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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6
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2%
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0
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240
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So much Summer
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1
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0
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241
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So proud she was to die
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2
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0
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242
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So well that I can live without
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1
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0
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0%
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243
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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244
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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17
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7%
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0
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0%
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245
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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29
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12%
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0
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0%
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246
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Superfluous were the Sun
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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Tell All The Truth
|
14
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6%
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0
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0%
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248
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That I did always love
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1
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0
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0%
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249
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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250
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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11
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4%
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0
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0%
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252
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The bustle in a house
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1
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0
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0%
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253
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The Chariot
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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The Child's faith is new
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2
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0
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255
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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256
|
The cricket sang,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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The Definition of Beauty is
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
The Fingers of the Light
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
261
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
3
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
263
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
266
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
267
|
The Railway Train
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
268
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
269
|
The Robin is the One
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
273
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
275
|
The Soul's Superior instants
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
276
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
6
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
The Sun is gay or stark
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
280
|
The Tint I cannot take—is best
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
There is another sky
|
9
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
They dropped like flakes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
They won't frown always—some sweet Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
297
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
To be alive—is Power
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
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|
302
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
309
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
310
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
312
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
What if I say I shall not wait!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
When Night is almost done
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Where Thou art—that—is Home
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
While it is alive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
11
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Woodpecker, The
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
328
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
You love me—you are sure
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
You're right—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|