|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
58
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
141
|
46%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
77
|
25%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
67
|
21%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
305
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
31
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
47
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
27
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
84
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
43
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
163
|
53%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
80
|
26%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
62
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
13
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
16
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little East of Jordan
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little road not made man
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Secret told
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A slash of Blue
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
1
|
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!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
1%
|
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!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
After a hundred years
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
Again—his voice is at the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
Ah, Teneriffe!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
All the letters I can write
|
7
|
2%
|
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
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Always Mine!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Ample make this bed.
|
51
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
An English Breeze
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
An everywhere of silver
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Answer July
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Apology for Her
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
32
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Arcturus
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
As if I asked a common Alms
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
By The Sea
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Chartless
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Fame is a bee
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
Fame is a fickle food (1659)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
Fame of Myself, to justify
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
For this—accepted Breath
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
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Forever—it composed of Nows
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Frequently the wood are pink
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Funny—to be a Century
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Garland for Queens, may be
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God is a distant—stately Lover
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God permit industrious angels
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Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
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Good Morning—Midnight
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Good night, because we must
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Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
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Grief is a Mouse
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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Have any like Myself
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He fumbles at your Soul
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He put the Belt around my life
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Heart! We will forget him!
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
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Heaven is so far of the Mind
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Her—
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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Her final summer was it,
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Her Grace is all she has—
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles
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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
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201
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Home
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How happy I was if I could forget
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How happy is the little Stone
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How many Flowers fail in Wood
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How well I knew Her not
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I am alive—I guess
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I breathed enough to learn the trick,
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I Came to buy a smile—today
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I can wade Grief
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I can't tell you—but you feel it
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I could not prove the Years had feet
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I Died For Beauty
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11%
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I dwell in Possibility
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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I felt my life with both my hands
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I gave myself to Him
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I had no time to Hate
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I had no time to hate, because
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I haven't told my garden yet
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I hide myself within my flower
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226
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I know a place where summer strives
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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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229
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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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231
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I lost a World - the other day!
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232
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I meant to have but modest needs
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233
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I never felt at Home—Below
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234
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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235
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I never lost as much but twice
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236
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I Never Saw a Moor
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9
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2%
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237
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I often passed the village
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238
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl
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239
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I robbed the Woods
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240
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I rose—because He sank
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241
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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1
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0
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242
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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0
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243
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I send Two Sunsets
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244
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I should have been too glad, I see
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245
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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246
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I stepped from plank to plank
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3
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0
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247
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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1
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0
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248
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I think the longest Hour of all
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1
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0
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249
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
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1
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0
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250
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I years had been from home,
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1
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0
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0%
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251
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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252
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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253
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If He were living—dare I ask
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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254
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
13
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
255
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If I should cease to bring a Rose
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
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If I should die
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
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If I shouldn't be alive
|
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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If I'm lost—now
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
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If those I loved were lost
|
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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If you were coming in the fall,
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
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If your Nerve, deny you
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
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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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0%
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|
263
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
17
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5%
|
0
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0%
|
|
264
|
Impossibility, like Wine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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|
265
|
In lands I never saw—they say
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
266
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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
267
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It struck me every day
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
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It was given to me by the Gods
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
It will be Summer—eventually
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
|
It would have starved a Gnat
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
It's all I have to bring today
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
272
|
It's like the light, --
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
273
|
It's thoughts—and just One Heart
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
274
|
Jesus! thy Crucifix
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
275
|
Joy to have merited the Pain
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
276
|
Just lost, when I was saved!
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Let Us play Yesterday
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
Life—is what we make of it
|
4
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Light is sufficient to itself
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Love—thou art high
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
281
|
Love—is that Later Thing than Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
Make me a picture of the sun
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
283
|
Me from Myself—to banish
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
284
|
Me! Come! My dazzled face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
285
|
More Life—went out—when He went
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
Mute thy Coronation
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
My best Acquaintances are those
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
289
|
My Eye is fuller than my vase
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
290
|
My friend attacks my friend!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
My friend must be a Bird
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
My life closed twice
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
My life had stood
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
294
|
My period had come for Prayer
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
295
|
My Reward for Being, was This
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
296
|
My River runs to thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
Nature is what we see—
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
Nature the gentlest mother is
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
Never for Society
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
New feet within my garden go
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
No Crowd that has occurred
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
303
|
No matter—now—Sweet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
Nobody knows this little Rose
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
None can experience sting
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
Not all die early, dying young
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
307
|
Of Bronze—and Blaze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
Of Tribulation, these are They
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
One Crucifixion is recorded—only
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
Our share of night to bear
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
Out of sight? What of that?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
Over the fence
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
Portraits are to daily faces
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
She died—this was the way she died
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
She hideth Her the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
Sic transit gloria mundi
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
323
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
324
|
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
Soto! Explore thyself!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
29
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
26
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Summer Shower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Sunset at Night—is natural
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
Tell All The Truth
|
26
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
That I did always love
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
The Angle of a Landscape
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
The bustle in a house
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
The Child's faith is new
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
The cricket sang,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
The difference between Despair
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
The last Night that She lived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
The Loneliness One dare not sound
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
The morns are meeker than they were
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
348
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The pedigree of honey
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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349
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The Poets light but Lamps
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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|
350
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The Railway Train
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2
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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 Skies can't keep their secret!
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
352
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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6
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
353
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
354
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
355
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The sweetest Heresy received
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2
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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 Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
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2
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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 White Heat
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The Wind begun to knead the Grass
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
|
There is a finished feeling
|
1
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
There is a flower that Bees prefer
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
There is an arid Pleasure
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
There is another sky
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
368
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
369
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
370
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
371
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Time feels so vast that were it not
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
To die—takes just a little while
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To love thee Year by Year
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
Train
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
Unto my Books—so good to turn
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Victory comes late
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
We do not play on Graves
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
We learned the Whole of Love
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
When I hoped, I recollect
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
When Night is almost done
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
Where I have lost, I softer tread
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
You cannot put a Fire out
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
You love me—you are sure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
You love the Lord—you cannot see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
You said that I
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You're right—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
