|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
45
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
120
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
1309
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
66
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
418
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
33
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
47
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
22
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
83
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
54
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
151
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
82
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
64
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
10
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
8
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A toad can die of light!
|
1
|
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
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
8
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Always Mine!
|
6
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Ample make this bed.
|
21
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
19
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Away from Home are some and I—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Baffled for just a day or two
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
14
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
8
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Bound—a trouble
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
By my Window have I for Scenery
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Chartless
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Do People moulder equally
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Exhilaration—is within
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Fame is a bee
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
7
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Further in Summer than the Birds
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
He gave away his Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
He put the Belt around my life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Her—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
8
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I cannot live with You (No. 640)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
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I could die—to know
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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I could suffice for Him, I knew
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I Died For Beauty
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I gave myself to Him
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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I meant to find Her when I came
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I meant to have but modest needs
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I send Two Sunsets
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I shall keep singing!
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I think I was enchanted
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I think the longest Hour of all
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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I went to heaven,--
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If anybody's friend be dead
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If pain for peace prepares
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If this is "fading"
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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It can't be "Summer"!
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It did not surprise me
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It dropped so low in my regard
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It struck me every day
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
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Just lost, when I was saved!
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Least Bee that brew
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Many cross the Rhine
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Me from Myself—to banish
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Me! Come! My dazzled face
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Me, change! Me, alter!
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235
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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New feet within my garden go
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No Man can compass a Despair
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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No Rack can torture me
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245
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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246
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
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248
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Not probable—The barest Chance
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249
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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250
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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251
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On such a night, or such a night
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252
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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253
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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254
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Over the fence
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255
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Pain—has an Element of Blank
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256
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Partake as doth the Bee
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257
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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258
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Portraits are to daily faces
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259
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Promise This—When You be Dying
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260
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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261
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Remorse
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262
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She bore it till the simple veins
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263
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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264
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She died—this was the way she died
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265
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She hideth Her the last
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266
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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10
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267
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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5
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268
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Some things that fly there be
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269
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Soto! Explore thyself!
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1
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0
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270
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
25
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1%
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0
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271
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Success is Counted Sweetest
|
45
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3%
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0
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272
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Summer for thee, grant I may be
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2
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0
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273
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Summer Shower
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2
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0
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Surgeons must be very careful
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1
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275
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Tell All The Truth
|
14
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1%
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0
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0%
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276
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That I did always love
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8
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0
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0%
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277
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The Bee is not afraid of me
|
6
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
278
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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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279
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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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|
280
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
18
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
281
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The bustle in a house
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
282
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The Chariot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
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The Child's faith is new
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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284
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The cricket sang,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
285
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The Day Came Slow
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1
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0
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0%
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|
286
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The Day undressed—Herself
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
|
The Definition of Beauty is
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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288
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The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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The Guest is gold and crimson
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
290
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
|
The last Night that She lived
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
293
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
294
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
295
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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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|
296
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
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The Murmur of a Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
300
|
The Only News I know
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
301
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
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The pedigree of honey
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
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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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|
304
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
306
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
14
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1%
|
0
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0%
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|
307
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
308
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
310
|
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
312
|
There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
313
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
315
|
There is another sky
|
14
|
1%
|
0
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0%
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|
316
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
7
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
318
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
319
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They dropped like flakes
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
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They say that 'time assuages,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
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This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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This is my letter to the world,
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
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This World is not Conclusion
|
5
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
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To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
331
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To make a prairie (1755)
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
332
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To put this World down, like a Bundle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
334
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
335
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
336
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
337
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Undue Significance a starving man attaches
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
338
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Unto Me? I do not know you—
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
339
|
Victory comes late
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
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Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
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We can but follow to the Sun
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
342
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We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
343
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
344
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
345
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
19
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
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We like march, his shoes are purple,
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348
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We lose—because we win
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349
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We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
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350
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We see—Comparatively
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351
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We talked as Girls do
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352
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We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act
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353
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
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354
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Went up a year this evening!
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355
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What is—
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356
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles
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357
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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
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358
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What would I give to see his face?
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359
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When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
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2
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0
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0%
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360
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When Diamonds are a Legend
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1
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361
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When I count the seeds
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1
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0
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0%
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362
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
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0
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363
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When I hoped, I recollect
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2
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364
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When Night is almost done
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2
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0
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0%
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365
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When One has given up One's life
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1
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366
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When we stand on the tops of Things
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367
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Where bells no more affright the morn
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2
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368
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Where I have lost, I softer tread
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3
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369
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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2
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370
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Where Thou art—that—is Home
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2
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371
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While it is alive
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1
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372
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Who Court obtain within Himself
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1
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373
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Who occupies this House?
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374
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
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375
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Whose cheek is this?
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1
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376
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
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1
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377
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Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
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1
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378
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
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2
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379
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
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1
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380
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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7
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381
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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1
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382
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Within my reach!
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3
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0
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383
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Without this—there is nought
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1
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384
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours
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2
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385
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You cannot put a Fire out
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2
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386
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You constituted Time
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1
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0
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387
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You love me—you are sure
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1
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0
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388
|
You said that I
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1
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0
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389
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You taught me Waiting with Myself
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390
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You'll know Her—by Her Foot
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1
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391
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
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|
392
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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2
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393
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You're right—
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