|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
20
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
70
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
26
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
30
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
196
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
13
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
20
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
21
|
10%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
53
|
27%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
91
|
46%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
31
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Bird came down the Walk
|
32
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Book
|
38
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Charm invests a face
|
31
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Clock stopped
|
39
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A door just opened on a street
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A House upon the Height
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A light exists in spring
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A little East of Jordan
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A little road not made man
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A little Road—not made of Man
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A long—long Sleep—A famous—Sleep
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
13
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Mien to move a Queen
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Moth the hue of this
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A nearness to Tremendousness
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A Planted Life—diversified
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A science—so the Savants say
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A Secret told
|
13
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A shady friend—for Torrid days
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
9
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
A slash of Blue
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
A South Wind—has a pathos
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
A toad can die of light!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
A Tooth upon Our Peace
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
Absent Place—an April Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
All forgot for recollecting
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
All I may, if small
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
All overgrown by cunning moss
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
All the letters I can write
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
All these my banners be
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Alter! When the Hills do
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Although I put away his life
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Ample make this bed.
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
An everywhere of silver
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Answer July
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
15
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Artists wrestled here!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
As Everywhere of Silver
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
As far from pity, as complaint
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
As if some little Arctic flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
As if the Sea should part
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
As One does Sickness over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Because the Bee may blameless hum
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Beclouded
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Between My Country—and the Others
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
7
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
By such and such an offering
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
By The Sea
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Chartless
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Color—Caste—Denomination
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Could I—then—shut the door
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Could live—did live
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Crisis is a Hair
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
11
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Death sets a Thing significant
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Departed to the judgment,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
Embarrassment of one another
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
Endow the Living—with the Tears
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Escaping backward to perceive
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Essential Oils—are wrung
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
Except the Heaven had come so near
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Faith
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Fame is a bee
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Finding is the first Act
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
First Robin
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
For Death—or rather
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
Funny—to be a Century
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
Glee—The great storm is over
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
God is a distant—stately Lover
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
Going to Heaven!
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
Had I presumed to hope
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
Have any like Myself
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
Have you got a Brook in your little heart
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
He forgot—and I—remembered
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
He fought like those Who've nought to lose
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
He fumbles at your Soul
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
He gave away his Life
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
He was weak, and I was strong—then
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
Heaven has different Signs—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
Heaven is so far of the Mind
|
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175
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Her breast is fit for pearls
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176
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Home
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177
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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178
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How far is it to Heaven?
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179
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I asked no other thing
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180
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I cannot be ashamed
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181
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I cannot dance upon my Toes
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182
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I cannot live with You (No. 640)
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183
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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
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184
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I could die—to know
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185
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I could not drink it, Sweet
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186
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I Died For Beauty
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25
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12%
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187
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I died for beauty but was scarce
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188
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I dwell in Possibility
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189
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
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190
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I felt my life with both my hands
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2
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1%
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0
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191
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I had no time to Hate
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1
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192
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I had not minded—Walls
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193
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I had some things that I called mine
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1
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194
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I have a Bird in spring
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2
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195
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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3
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196
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I haven't told my garden yet
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2
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197
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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5
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198
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I hide myself within my flower
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199
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I know a place where summer strives
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1
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0
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200
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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1
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201
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I like a look of Agony
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7
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3%
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0
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202
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I lost a World - the other day!
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3
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0
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203
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I meant to find Her when I came
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1
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204
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I measure every Grief I meet (561)
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205
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I met a King this afternoon!
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1
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206
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I never lost as much but twice
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1
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207
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I Never Saw a Moor
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3
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208
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I see thee better—in the Dark
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1
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209
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I shall keep singing!
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1
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0
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210
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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211
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I should not dare to leave my friend
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1
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212
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I stepped from plank to plank
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1
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213
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I taste a liquor never brewed
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1
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214
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I think the longest Hour of all
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1
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215
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
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1
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216
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I years had been from home,
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1
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217
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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218
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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
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1
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219
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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4
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2%
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0
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220
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If I'm lost—now
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1
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221
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If you were coming in the fall,
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8
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4%
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0
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222
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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1
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0
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223
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I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs
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3
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1%
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0
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0%
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224
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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6
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3%
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0
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225
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In Winter in my Room
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4
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2%
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0
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226
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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
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1
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227
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It makes no difference abroad
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1
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228
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It was too late for Man
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2
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0
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229
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
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1
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0
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230
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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231
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Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
|
1
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0
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232
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Least Bee that brew
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1
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0
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233
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Life—is what we make of it
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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234
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
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1
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0
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235
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Love—thou art high
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1
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0
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236
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Low at my problem bending
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1
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0
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237
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Make me a picture of the sun
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1
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0
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238
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My friend attacks my friend!
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4
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2%
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0
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0%
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239
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My life closed twice
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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240
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
241
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My period had come for Prayer
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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242
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Nature is what we see—
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
243
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No Man can compass a Despair
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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244
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No matter—now—Sweet
|
3
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1%
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0
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0%
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245
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No Prisoner be
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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246
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Nobody knows this little Rose
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
247
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Of Being is a Bird
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
248
|
On such a night, or such a night
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
249
|
One Life of so much Consequence!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
250
|
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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251
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Only God—detect the Sorrow
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
252
|
Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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253
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Over the fence
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
254
|
Pain—expands the Time
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
255
|
Papa above!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
256
|
Poor little Heart!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
257
|
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
258
|
She bore it till the simple veins
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
259
|
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
260
|
She died at play
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
261
|
She rose to His Requirement
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
262
|
She's happy, with a new Content
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
263
|
Should you but fail at—Sea
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
264
|
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
|
2
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1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
265
|
Snow flakes
|
4
|
2%
|
0
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0%
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|
266
|
So has a Daisy vanished
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
267
|
So much Summer
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
268
|
So well that I can live without
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
269
|
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
270
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
271
|
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
|
14
|
7%
|
0
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0%
|
|
272
|
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
|
2
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1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
273
|
Success is Counted Sweetest
|
21
|
10%
|
0
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0%
|
|
274
|
Such is the Force of Happiness
|
2
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1%
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0
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0%
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|
275
|
Surgeons must be very careful
|
3
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
276
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
277
|
Sweet—safe—Houses
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
278
|
T was just this time last year I died.
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
279
|
Tell All The Truth
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
280
|
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
|
13
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
281
|
That after Horror—that 'twas us
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
282
|
That I did always love
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
283
|
The Bible is an antique Volume
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
284
|
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
285
|
The Brain, within its Groove
|
8
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
286
|
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
10
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
287
|
The bustle in a house
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
288
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
289
|
The Future—never spoke
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
290
|
The Gentian weaves her fringes
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
291
|
The Heart has narrow Banks
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
292
|
The last Night that She lived
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
293
|
The Missing All—prevented Me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
294
|
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
295
|
The rainbow never tells me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
296
|
The Robin is the One
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
297
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
298
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
10
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
299
|
The Sun and Moon must make their haste
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
300
|
The Sun—just touched the Morning
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
301
|
The Sunrise runs for Both
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
302
|
The Test of Love—is Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
303
|
The Whole of it came not at once
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
304
|
The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
305
|
The Winters are so short
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
306
|
The World—stands—solemner—to me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
307
|
The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
308
|
There came a Wind like a Bugle
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
309
|
There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
310
|
There is another sky
|
17
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
311
|
There is no frigate like a book
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
312
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
313
|
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
|
12
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
314
|
They have not chosen me, he said,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
315
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
3
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
316
|
This Consciousness that is aware
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
317
|
This is my letter to the world,
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
318
|
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
319
|
This was a Poet—It is That
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
320
|
This World is not Conclusion
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
321
|
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
322
|
To fight aloud, is very brave
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
323
|
To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
324
|
To hear an Oriole sing
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
325
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
6
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
326
|
To my small Hearth His fire came
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
327
|
To this World she returned
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
328
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
329
|
Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
330
|
Trust in the Unexpected
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
331
|
'Twas Love—not me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
332
|
Twas such a little—little boat
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
333
|
'Twas the old—road—through pain
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
334
|
'Twas warm—at first—like Us
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
335
|
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
336
|
Under the Light, yet under
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
337
|
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
338
|
Victory comes late
|
4
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
339
|
We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
340
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
5
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
341
|
We miss Her, not because We see
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
342
|
What Inn is this
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
343
|
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
344
|
What would I give to see his face?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
345
|
When I count the seeds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
346
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
2
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
347
|
You know that Portrait in the Moon
|
1
|
0%
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You love me—you are sure
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You said that I
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You'll find—it when you try to die
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351
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Your Riches—taught me—Poverty
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You're right—
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