|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
52
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
124
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
56
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
66
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
354
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
26
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
28
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
99
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
32
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
45
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
24
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
32
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
11
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A little East of Jordan
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little road not made man
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Secret told
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A slash of Blue
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A toad can die of light!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A transport one cannot contain
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
After a hundred years
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Although I put away his life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ample make this bed.
|
22
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
An altered look about the hills
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
An awful Tempest mashed the air
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
And this of all my Hopes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
40
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
As Watchers hang upon the East
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
At last, to be identified!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
22
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
By such and such an offering
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
By The Sea
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Chartless
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
|
14
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Come Slowly
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
Could I but ride indefinite
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
7
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Distrustful of the Gentian
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Each Second is the last
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Elysium is as far as to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Exultation is the going
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Fame is a bee
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Finding is the first Act
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
For Death—or rather
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Forever—it composed of Nows
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
From Blank to Blank
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Good night! which put the candle out?
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Gratitude—is not the mention
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
He fumbles at your spirit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
He strained my faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
He touched me, so I live to know
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
He who in Himself believes
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Her final summer was it,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
How many times these low feet staggered
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
I am alive—I guess
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
I am ashamed—I hide
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
I asked no other thing
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
I can wade Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I could not drink it, Sweet
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I Died For Beauty
|
21
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I died for beauty but was scarce
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I had been hungry all the years-
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I have a Bird in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I keep my pledge
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I know lives, I could miss
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know that He exists
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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
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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 measure every Grief I meet (561)
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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 never told the buried gold
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I reckon—when I count it all
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I robbed the Woods
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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
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I send Two Sunsets
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I sing to use the Waiting
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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 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 took my Power in my Hand
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I would not paint—a picture
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I years had been from home,
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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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 it had no pencil
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If those I loved were lost
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I'll send the feather from my Hat!
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I'm
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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In rags mysterious as these
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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It is easy to work when the soul is at play
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It knew no Medicine
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's easy to invent a Life
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It's thoughts—and just One Heart
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Knows how to forget!
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Let Us play Yesterday
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Life—is what we make of it
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Life—is what we make of it
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Love—is that later Thing than Death
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Low at my problem bending
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Many a phrase has the English language
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Me from Myself—to banish
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
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Morning—is the place for Dew
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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My friend must be a Bird
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My life closed twice before its close;
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My life had stood
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My period had come for Prayer
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My River runs to thee
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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No Notice gave She, but a Change
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No Prisoner be
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No Rack can torture me
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Not all die early, dying young
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Not that We did, shall be the test
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Of all the souls that stand create
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Of Being is a Bird
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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Of Brussels—it was not
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On a Columnar Self
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One and One—are One
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One Anguish—in a Crowd
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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Pain—expands the Time
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Patience—has a quiet Outer
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Perhaps you think me stooping
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Portraits are to daily faces
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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Remorse
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Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
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Severer Service of myself
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She rose to His Requirement
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Shells from the Coast mistaking
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Size circumscribes—it has no room
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Snow flakes
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some such Butterfly be seen
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Some things that fly there be
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Some—Work for Immortality
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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16
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273
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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death
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Sweet—safe—Houses
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275
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Take your Heaven further on
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Taking up the fair Ideal
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Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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278
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Teach Him—When He makes the names
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4
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279
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Tell All The Truth
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7
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280
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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13
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281
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That I did always love
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2
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282
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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3
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283
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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284
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The Brain, within its Groove
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2
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285
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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6
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0
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286
|
The bustle in a house
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7
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1%
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0
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287
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The Chariot
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6
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1%
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0
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288
|
The Child's faith is new
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1
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0
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289
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The Color of the Grave is Green
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1
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0
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290
|
The cricket sang,
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1
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0
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291
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The Day that I was crowned
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1
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0
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292
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The Definition of Beauty is
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1
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293
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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
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1
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294
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The feet of people walking home
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7
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295
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The Future—never spoke
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2
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296
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The Heart has narrow Banks
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1
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0
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297
|
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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298
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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1
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0%
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0
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299
|
The Love a Life can show Below
|
6
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1%
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0
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300
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The Missing All—prevented Me
|
2
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0
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|
301
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0
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|
302
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The morns are meeker than they were
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1
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303
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The Mountain sat upon the Plain
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1
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0
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304
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
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1
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0
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305
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The Murmur of a Bee
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2
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0
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306
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The Mystery of Pain
|
1
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0%
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0
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|
307
|
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
2
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0
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|
308
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The name—of it—is
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1
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0
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309
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
|
1
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310
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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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1
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0
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311
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
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1
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0%
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0
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312
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The only ghost I ever saw
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1
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0%
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0
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|
313
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The Only News I know
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1
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0%
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0
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|
314
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The Outer—from the Inner
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1
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0
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|
315
|
The pedigree of honey
|
1
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0
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|
316
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The Poets light but Lamps
|
2
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317
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The power to be true to You
|
3
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318
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The Province of the Saved
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3
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0
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319
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The Railway Train
|
6
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1%
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0
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|
320
|
The rainbow never tells me
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3
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0%
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0
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321
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning
|
3
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322
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The Robin for the Crumb
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3
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323
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The Robin is the One
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2
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0
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324
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
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2
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325
|
The Rose did caper on her cheek
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1
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326
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The Service without Hope
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2
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0%
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0
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327
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The show is not the show,
|
2
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328
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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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329
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
2
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0%
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330
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
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2
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0%
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0
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331
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
9
|
2%
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0
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|
332
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The Soul that hath a Guest
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1
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0%
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0
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333
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The Soul unto itself (683)
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6
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1%
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0
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334
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The Soul's distinct connection
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2
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0%
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0
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335
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The Soul's Superior instants
|
2
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0
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336
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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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337
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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
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2
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338
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The Sun and Moon must make their haste
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2
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0
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339
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The Sun is gay or stark
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2
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0%
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0
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|
340
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The Sun kept setting—setting—still
|
5
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1%
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0
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|
341
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping
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2
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0%
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0
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342
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The Sun—just touched the Morning
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2
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0%
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0
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|
343
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The Sunrise runs for Both
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
344
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
2
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0%
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0
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|
345
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The sweetest Heresy received
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
346
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The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
347
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The thought beneath so slight a film
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
348
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The Tint I cannot take—is best
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2
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349
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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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350
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The Truth—is stirless
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2
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0
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351
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The Veins of other Flowers
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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 Way I read a Letter's—this
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1
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0
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0%
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353
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The White Heat
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2
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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 Whole of it came not at once
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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 Wind begun to knead the Grass
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3
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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 wind begun to rock the grass
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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 World—stands—solemner—to me
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2
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0
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0%
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|
358
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The World—feels Dusty
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
359
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There came a Wind like a Bugle
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
360
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There is a June when Corn is cut
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2
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0
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0%
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|
361
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There is a Languor of the Life
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
362
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There is a pain—so utter
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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
|
There is another sky
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11
|
3%
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0
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0%
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|
364
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
3
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0%
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0
|
0%
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|
365
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
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6
|
1%
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0
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0%
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|
366
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
367
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
17
|
4%
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0
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0%
|
|
368
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
369
|
This is a Blossom of the Brain
|
3
|
0%
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0
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0%
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|
370
|
This is the land the sunset washes,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
371
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
372
|
Tho' I get home how late—how late
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
373
|
Those fair—fictitious People
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
374
|
Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
375
|
Till Death—is narrow Loving
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
376
|
'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
377
|
To be alive—is Power
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
378
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
379
|
To fill a Gap
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
380
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
381
|
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
382
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
383
|
To make One's Toilette—after Death
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
384
|
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
385
|
Train
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
386
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
387
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
388
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
389
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
390
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
391
|
We do not play on Graves
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
392
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
393
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
394
|
We outgrow love, like other things
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
395
|
We talked as Girls do
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
396
|
What Inn is this
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
397
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
398
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
399
|
When Night is almost done
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
400
|
While Asters—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
401
|
Who never lost, are unprepared
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
402
|
Who occupies this House?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
403
|
Why do I love You, Sir?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
404
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
405
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
406
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
407
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
408
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
409
|
You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
410
|
You're right—
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
