|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
54
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
161
|
36%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
72
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
96
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
436
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
35
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
35
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
24
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
53
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
15
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
69
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
46
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
55
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
12
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A light exists in spring
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little East of Jordan
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little road not made man
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Secret told
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A slash of Blue
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A throe upon the features
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A toad can die of light!
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
All I may, if small
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All these my banners be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
Although I put away his life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Ample make this bed.
|
17
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
An everywhere of silver
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Answer July
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Apology for Her
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
41
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As if the Sea should part
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As One does Sickness over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
20
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Beclouded
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Besides the Autumn poets sing
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Besides this May
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Best Things dwell out of Sight
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
By The Sea
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Chartless
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Could live—did live
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Drab Habitation of Whom?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Each Second is the last
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Exultation is the going
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Fame is a bee
|
19
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Frequently the wood are pink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Glowing is her Bonnet
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175
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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176
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God made a little Gentian
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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178
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Good Morning—Midnight
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179
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Grief is a Mouse
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3
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180
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He gave away his Life
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He strained my faith
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Heart! We will forget him!
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183
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven
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185
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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186
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Her final summer was it,
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Her Grace is all she has—
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188
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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189
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How far is it to Heaven?
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190
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How happy I was if I could forget
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191
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How happy is the little Stone
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6
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192
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How the Waters closed above Him
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2
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193
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I am alive—I guess
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194
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I asked no other thing
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195
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I can wade Grief
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196
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I cannot be ashamed
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197
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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198
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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199
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I cautious, scanned my little life
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200
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I Died For Beauty
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26
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201
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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202
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I felt a cleaving in my mind
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3
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203
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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2
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204
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I felt my life with both my hands
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205
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I gave myself to Him
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206
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I had been hungry all the years-
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207
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I had no time to hate, because
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2
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208
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I had not minded—Walls
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209
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I have a Bird in spring
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2
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210
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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211
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I hide myself within my flower
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2
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212
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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2
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213
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I like a look of Agony
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29
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6%
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214
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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8
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215
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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216
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I make His Crescent fill or lack
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217
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I many times thought Peace had come
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218
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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219
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I ment to find her when I came;
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1
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220
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I met a King this afternoon!
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5
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221
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I Never Saw a Moor
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3
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222
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I never told the buried gold
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223
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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224
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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1
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225
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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226
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I stepped from plank to plank
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5
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227
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I think the longest Hour of all
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2
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228
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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3
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229
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I took my Power in my Hand
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2
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230
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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1
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231
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I went to heaven,--
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1
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232
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I years had been from home,
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1
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233
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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2
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234
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If anybody's friend be dead
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2
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0%
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0
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235
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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7
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1%
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0
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236
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If I may have it, when it's dead
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2
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0
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237
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If I shouldn't be alive
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1
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0%
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0
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238
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If you were coming in the fall,
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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239
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
|
1
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0%
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0
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240
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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241
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
20
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4%
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0
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0%
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242
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In Winter in my Room
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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243
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Is Bliss then, such Abyss
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1
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0%
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0
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244
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did
|
3
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0
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245
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It feels a shame to be Alive
|
3
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0%
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0
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246
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It makes no difference abroad
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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247
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It might be lonelier
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
248
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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249
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It struck me every day
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
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It's all I have to bring today
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
252
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Just lost, when I was saved!
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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Least Rivers—docile to some sea
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
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Like her the Saints retire
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
258
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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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Love—thou art high
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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Love—is anterior to Life
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
263
|
Love—is that later Thing than Death
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
264
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
265
|
Love—thou art high
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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Low at my problem bending
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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Make me a picture of the sun
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
Mama never forgets her birds
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
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Many a phrase has the English language
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
Many cross the Rhine
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
273
|
Morning—means
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
My Faith is larger than the Hills
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
276
|
My Garden—like the Beach
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
277
|
My life closed twice
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
278
|
My life had stood
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
280
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
My Reward for Being, was This
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Myself was formed—a Carpenter
|
1
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
283
|
Nature rarer uses yellow
|
4
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
285
|
Nature, the gentlest mother,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
286
|
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
287
|
New feet within my garden go
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
288
|
No Crowd that has occurred
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
289
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
No Notice gave She, but a Change
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
No Rack can torture me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
292
|
No Romance sold unto
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
293
|
Not
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
295
|
Not in this world to see his face
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
Not that We did, shall be the test
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
298
|
Of Brussels—it was not
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
299
|
Of nearness to her sundered Things
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
300
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
301
|
One Year ago—jots what?
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
302
|
Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
304
|
Pain—has an Element of Blank
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
305
|
Poor little Heart!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Purple—is fashionable twice
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Rehearsal to Ourselves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Remorse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
Rest at Night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
4
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
311
|
She lay as if at play
|
2
|
0%
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0
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0%
|
|
312
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
313
|
She slept beneath a tree
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Sleep is supposed to be
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
Snow flakes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
So proud she was to die
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
So set its Sun in Thee
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
321
|
So well that I can live without
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Some things that fly there be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
22
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
38
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Tell All The Truth
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
18
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Battle fought between the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Bee is not afraid of me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The Birds reported from the South
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
40
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The bustle in a house
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The Color of a Queen, is this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Court is far away
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The difference between Despair
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The feet of people walking home
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Guest is gold and crimson
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The hallowing of Pain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
4
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|
349
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The Heart has narrow Banks
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3
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0
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0%
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|
350
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The Heaven vests for Each
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
351
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The Himmaleh was known to stoop
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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352
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The Hollows round His eager Eyes
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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The Judge is like the Owl
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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354
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The Juggler's Hat her Country is
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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355
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
356
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The Lamp burns sure—within
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
357
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The last Night that She lived
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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358
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The Leaves like Women interchange
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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The lonesome for they know not What
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
361
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The Love a Life can show Below
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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The Luxury to apprehend
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
363
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
364
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The Manner of its Death
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
365
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The Martyr Poets—did not tell
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
366
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The Missing All—prevented Me
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
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4
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
368
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The Moon is distant from the Sea
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
369
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
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5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
370
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The Morning after Woe
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
371
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The morns are meeker than they were
|
5
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
372
|
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
373
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
374
|
The Murmur of a Bee
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
375
|
The Mystery of Pain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
The name—of it—is
|
4
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
378
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
The One who could repeat the Summer day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
The only ghost I ever saw
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
The Only News I know
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
The Outer—from the Inner
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
The pedigree of honey
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
The Poets light but Lamps
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
The Robin is the One
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
The Service without Hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
The Soul's distinct connection
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
The Way I read a Letter's—this
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
|
11
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
The Woodpecker
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
The World—feels Dusty
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
There is another sky
|
13
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
There's something quieter than sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
They called me to the Window, for
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
16
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
They have not chosen me, he said,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
They say that 'time assuages,
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
411
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
412
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
413
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
414
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
415
|
Through lane it lay—through bramble
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
416
|
'Tis customary as we part
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
417
|
'Tis One by One — the Father counts
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
418
|
To die
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
419
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
420
|
To fill a Gap
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
421
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
422
|
To know just how He suffered—would be dear
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
423
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
424
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
425
|
To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
426
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
427
|
To One denied the drink
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
428
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
429
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
430
|
'Twas a long Parting—but the time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
431
|
Twas Crisis—All the length had passed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
432
|
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
433
|
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
434
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
4
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
435
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
436
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
437
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
438
|
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
439
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
440
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
441
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
442
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
443
|
Victory comes late
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
444
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
445
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
446
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
447
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
8
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
448
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
449
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
450
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
451
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
452
|
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
453
|
Who occupies this House?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
454
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
455
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
456
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
457
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
