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1
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers
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355
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100%
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0
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0%
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|
2
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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100
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28%
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0
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0%
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|
3
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"Faith" is a fine invention
|
88
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24%
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0
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0%
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|
4
|
A Book
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48
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13%
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0
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0%
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5
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"Nature" is what we see
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35
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9%
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0
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0%
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6
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A Clock stopped
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35
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9%
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0
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0%
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7
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A Bird Came Down
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34
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9%
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0
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0%
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8
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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
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32
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9%
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0
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0%
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9
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Fame is a bee
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27
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7%
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0
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0%
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10
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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
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25
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7%
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0
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0%
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11
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A Charm invests a face
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24
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6%
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0
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0%
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12
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"Arcturus" is his other name
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23
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6%
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0
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0%
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13
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A Bird came down the Walk
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18
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5%
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0
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0%
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14
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Absent Place—an April Day
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18
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5%
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0
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0%
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15
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"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
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16
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4%
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0
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0%
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16
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"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
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13
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3%
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0
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0%
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17
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Ample make this bed.
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13
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3%
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0
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0%
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18
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If you were coming in the fall,
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13
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3%
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0
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0%
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19
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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13
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3%
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0
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0%
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20
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"Unto Me?" I do not know you
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12
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3%
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0
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0%
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21
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I Died For Beauty
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12
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3%
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0
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0%
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22
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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12
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3%
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0
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0%
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23
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"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
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11
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3%
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0
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0%
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24
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A Secret told
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11
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3%
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0%
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25
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A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
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10
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2%
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26
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A Coffin—is a Small Domain
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10
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2%
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0
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0%
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27
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How happy is the little Stone
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10
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2%
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0
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0%
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28
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'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
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10
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2%
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0
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0%
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29
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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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30
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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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31
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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32
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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9
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2%
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0
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0%
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33
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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8
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2%
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0
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0%
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34
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A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
8
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2%
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0
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0%
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35
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Because I could not stop for Death (712)
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8
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2%
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0
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0%
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36
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A light exists in spring
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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37
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A loss of something ever felt I
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7
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1%
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0
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0%
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38
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Always Mine!
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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39
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An everywhere of silver
|
7
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1%
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0
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0%
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40
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A door just opened on a street
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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41
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A doubt if it be Us
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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42
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A slash of Blue
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
43
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Before I got my eye put out
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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44
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By The Sea
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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45
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Chartless
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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46
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Come Slowly
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
47
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I meant to have but modest needs
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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48
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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49
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
6
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
50
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There is another sky
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6
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1%
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0
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0%
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51
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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52
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A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
53
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A little East of Jordan
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
54
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Apparently with no Surprise
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
55
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
56
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Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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57
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Have any like Myself
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
58
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Home
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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59
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I know that He exists
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
60
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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61
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There is no frigate like a book
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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62
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
5
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
63
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A little road not made man
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
64
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A little Road—not made of Man
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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65
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A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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66
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A Man may make a Remark
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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67
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A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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68
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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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69
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All the letters I can write
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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70
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Alone, I cannot be
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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71
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Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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72
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By a flower—By a letter
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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73
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Crisis is a Hair
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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74
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Denial—is the only fact
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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75
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Each Second is the last
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
76
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For every Bird a Nest
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
77
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Good Morning—Midnight
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
78
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Her breast is fit for pearls
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
79
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I know a place where summer strives
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
80
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I like a look of Agony
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
81
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I never lost as much but twice
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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82
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Tell All The Truth
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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83
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To make a prairie (1755)
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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84
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You love me—you are sure
|
4
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
85
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
86
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A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
87
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A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
88
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
89
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A narrow fellow in the grass
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
90
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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
91
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
92
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
93
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
3
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
95
|
Although I put away his life
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
96
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
97
|
Apology for Her
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
98
|
As if the Sea should part
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
99
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
100
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
I have never seen
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
I lost a World - the other day!
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
I watched the Moon around the House (629)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
I'm the little
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Love reckons by itself—alone
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Much Madness is divinest Sense
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
My Portion is Defeat—today
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Never for Society
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
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Teach Him—When He makes the names
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
There is a pain—so utter
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
There's been a death in the opposite house
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
A first Mute Coming
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
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A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
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A still—Volcano—Life
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
132
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A Visitor in Marl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
133
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A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
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|
134
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
All these my banners be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Before you thought of spring,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Conjecturing a Climate
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
148
|
Could live—did live
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
149
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Crumbling is not an instant's Act
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
150
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Delight is as the flight
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
152
|
Despair's advantage is achieved
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
153
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
Dropped into the Ether Acre
|
2
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0%
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0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
2
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0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Experience is the Angled Road
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
Faith
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
He gave away his Life
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
He who in Himself believes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Heaven
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
166
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
167
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
How happy I was if I could forget
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
172
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I gave myself to Him
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I measure every Grief I meet (561)
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
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I never hear the word 'escape'
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I send Two Sunsets
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If I should die
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If it had no pencil
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If those I loved were lost
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Joy to have merited the Pain
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Light is sufficient to itself
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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My River runs to thee
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Nature rarer uses yellow
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On such a night, or such a night
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Remorse
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Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
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The Daisy follows soft the Sun
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The Luxury to apprehend
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They Shut Me Up in Prose
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This is my letter to the world,
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This World is not Conclusion
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Those fair—fictitious People
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Unto my Books—so good to turn
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When I hoped, I recollect
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Why do I love You, Sir?
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Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
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A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
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A Moth the hue of this
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A nearness to Tremendousness
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A Night—there lay the Days between
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A precious—mouldering pleasure
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A Route of Evanescence
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A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
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A Weight with Needles on the pounds
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A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
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Abraham to Kill Him
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Absence disembodies—so does Death
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Adrift! A little boat adrift!
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All I may, if small
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An awful Tempest mashed the air
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An ignorance a Sunset
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As One does Sickness over
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
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Banish Air from Air—
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Beauty—be not caused—It Is
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Because the Bee may blameless hum
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Bereavement in their death to feel
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Besides the Autumn poets sing
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Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
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Bird
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Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
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braind within its groove, The
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By such and such an offering
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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
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Come slowly—Eden!
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Conscious am I in my Chamber
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Could I but ride indefinite
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
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Death is a Dialogue between
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Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
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Dust is the only Secret
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Except the Heaven had come so near
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First Robin
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Frequently the wood are pink
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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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Further in Summer than the Birds
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Garland for Queens, may be
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Glee—The great storm is over
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Glowing is her Bonnet
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
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Going to Heaven!
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Good night! which put the candle out?
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Good night, because we must
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Had I not This, or This, I said
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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He fumbles at your spirit
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He put the Belt around my life
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He strained my faith
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He told a homely tale
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He touched me, so I live to know
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He was weak, and I was strong—then
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Heart, not so heavy as mine
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Her—
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Her final summer was it,
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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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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
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I cannot be ashamed
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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I cried at Pity—not at Pain
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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I envy Seas, whereon He rides
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I had been hungry all the years-
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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 had not minded—Walls
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I have a King, who does not speak
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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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 live with Him—I see His face
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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I think I was enchanted
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I went to thank Her
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I years had been from home,
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I'm
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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It might be lonelier
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292
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It struck me every day
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Life—is what we make of it
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Make me a picture of the sun
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My Garden—like the Beach
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My life had stood
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297
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My wheel is in the dark
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Nature is what we see—
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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301
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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302
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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
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303
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One dignity delays for all
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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305
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One Year ago—jots what?
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306
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Our share of night to bear
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307
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She died—this was the way she died
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308
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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309
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie
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310
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
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311
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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312
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The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side
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313
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The bustle in a house
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314
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The Grass so little has to do
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315
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The heart asks pleasure first
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316
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The last Night that She lived
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317
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The Loneliness One dare not sound
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318
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The Malay—took the Pearl
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319
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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320
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The Province of the Saved
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321
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
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322
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This heart that broke so long
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323
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
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324
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This was a Poet—It is That
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325
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
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326
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'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
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327
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To love thee Year by Year
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328
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To own the Art within the Soul
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329
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To wait an Hour—is long
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330
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Train
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331
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'Twas just this time, last year, I died
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332
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'Twas Love—not me
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333
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'Twould ease—a Butterfly
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334
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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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335
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We learned the Whole of Love
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336
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When I count the seeds
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337
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Who occupies this House?
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338
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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339
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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340
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You'll find—it when you try to die
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341
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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