1
|
"Faith" Is A Fine Invention
|
22
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
2
|
"Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
3
|
"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach!
|
5
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
4
|
"Nature" Is What We See
|
38
|
52%
|
0
|
0%
|
5
|
"Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You
|
9
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
6
|
"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?
|
27
|
37%
|
0
|
0%
|
7
|
"470"
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
8
|
A Bird Came Down
|
23
|
31%
|
0
|
0%
|
9
|
A Book
|
13
|
18%
|
0
|
0%
|
10
|
A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
11
|
A Charm Invests A Face
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
12
|
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
13
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
14
|
A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
15
|
A Coffin—is A Small Domain
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
16
|
A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
17
|
A Doubt If It Be Us
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
18
|
A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
19
|
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
20
|
A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
21
|
A Light Exists In Spring
|
8
|
11%
|
0
|
0%
|
22
|
A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
23
|
A Little Dog That Wags His Tail
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
24
|
A Little East Of Jordan
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
25
|
A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
26
|
A Moth The Hue Of This
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
27
|
A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
28
|
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
|
6
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
29
|
A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
30
|
A Secret Told
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
31
|
A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
32
|
A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
33
|
A Slash Of Blue
|
7
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
34
|
A Sloop of Amber slips away
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
35
|
A Solemn Thing Within The Soul
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
36
|
A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
37
|
A Spider sewed at Night
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
38
|
A Still—volcano—life
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
39
|
A Wind That Rose
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
40
|
Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift!
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
41
|
Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid?
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
42
|
After A Hundred Years
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
43
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
44
|
All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
45
|
All Men For Honor Hardest Work
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
46
|
All Overgrown By Cunning Moss
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
47
|
All The Letters I Can Write
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
48
|
All These My Banners Be
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
49
|
Alone, I Cannot Be
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
50
|
Ample Make This Bed.
|
10
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
51
|
An Altered Look About The Hills
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
52
|
An Antiquated Tree
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
53
|
An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
54
|
An Hour Is A Sea
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
55
|
An Ignorance A Sunset
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
56
|
And with what body do they come
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
57
|
Apparently With No Surprise
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
58
|
'Arcturus' Is His Other Name
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
59
|
Are Friends Delight Or Pain
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
60
|
As Children Bid The Guest "Good Night"
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
61
|
As If The Sea Should Part
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
62
|
As Imperceptibly As Grief
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
63
|
As One Does Sickness Over
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
64
|
As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
65
|
As subtle as tomorrow
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
66
|
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
67
|
Before He Comes We Weigh The Time!
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
68
|
Behind Me Dips Eternity
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
69
|
Besides The Autumn Poets Sing
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
70
|
Besides This May
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
71
|
Best Witchcraft is Geometry
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
72
|
By Chivalries As Tiny
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
73
|
By My Window Have I For Scenery
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
74
|
By The Sea
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
75
|
Chartless
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
76
|
Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
77
|
Come Slowly
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
78
|
Conjecturing A Climate
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
79
|
Conscious Am I In My Chamber
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
80
|
Could mortal lip divine
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
81
|
Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
82
|
Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
83
|
Dear March - Come in
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
84
|
Death Is A Dialogue Between
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
85
|
Death is like the insect
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
86
|
Delight Is As The Flight
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
87
|
Doom Is The House Without The Door
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
88
|
Drowning is not so pitiful
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
89
|
Dust Is The Only Secret
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
90
|
Dying At My Music
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
91
|
Each Life Converges To Some Centre
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
92
|
Emancipation
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
93
|
Endow The Living—with The Tears
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
94
|
Escape is such a thankful Word
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
95
|
Exclusion (The Soul Selects Her Own Society)
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
96
|
Exhilaration is the Breeze
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
97
|
Exhilaration—is Within
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
98
|
Exultation Is The Going
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
99
|
Fame Is A Bee
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
100
|
Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
101
|
Finding Is The First Act
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
102
|
Flowers—well—if Anybody
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
103
|
Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
104
|
Forever—it Composed Of Nows
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
105
|
Four Trees—upon A Solitary Acre
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
106
|
From The Chrysalis
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
107
|
Further In Summer Than The Birds
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
108
|
God Made A Little Gentian
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
109
|
Going To Heaven!
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
110
|
Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him--
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
111
|
Good Morning—midnight
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
112
|
Grief Is A Mouse
|
5
|
6%
|
0
|
0%
|
113
|
Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
114
|
Had we our senses
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
115
|
He Fumbles At Your Spirit
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
116
|
He Parts Himself—like Leaves
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
117
|
He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow —
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
118
|
He Strained My Faith
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
119
|
Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
120
|
Heart, We Will Forget Him
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
121
|
Heavenly Father
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
122
|
High From The Earth I Heard A Bird
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
123
|
Hope is a strange invention
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
124
|
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
|
72
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
125
|
Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me—
|
6
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
126
|
How Far Is It To Heaven?
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
127
|
How Fortunate The Grave
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
128
|
How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
129
|
How Happy Is The Little Stone
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
130
|
How Human Nature dotes
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
131
|
How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights -
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
132
|
How Many Flowers Fail In Wood
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
133
|
How Slow The Wind
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
134
|
I am afraid to own a Body
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
135
|
I Asked No Other Thing
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
136
|
I Bet With Every Wind That Blew
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
137
|
I Came To Buy A Smile—today
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
138
|
I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
139
|
I Cannot Live With You (No. 640)
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
140
|
I Could Not Drink It, Sweet
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
141
|
I Died For Beauty
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
142
|
I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
143
|
I Dreaded That First Robin, So
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
144
|
I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
145
|
I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
146
|
I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280)
|
6
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
147
|
I Felt My Life With Both My Hands
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
148
|
I Gave Myself To Him
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
149
|
I Had No Time To Hate, Because
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
150
|
I Had Not Minded—walls
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
151
|
I Had Some Things That I Called Mine
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
152
|
I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
153
|
I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died;
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
154
|
I Know That He Exists
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
155
|
I Like A Look Of Agony
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
156
|
I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
157
|
I Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
158
|
I Never Lost As Much But Twice
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
159
|
I Never Saw A Moor
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
160
|
I Never Told The Buried Gold
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
161
|
I Noticed People Disappeared
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
162
|
I Often Passed The Village
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
163
|
I Pay—in Satin Cash
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
164
|
I Play At Riches—to Appease
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
165
|
I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
166
|
I Read My Sentence—steadily
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
167
|
I Reckon—when I Count It All
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
168
|
I Robbed The Woods
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
169
|
I Rose—because He Sank
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
170
|
I Saw The Wind Within Her
|
6
|
8%
|
0
|
0%
|
171
|
I See Thee Better—in The Dark
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
172
|
I Send Two Sunsets
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
173
|
I Shall Keep Singing!
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
174
|
I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
175
|
I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
176
|
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
177
|
I Showed Her Heights She Never Saw
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
178
|
I Sing To Use The Waiting
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
179
|
I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
180
|
I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
181
|
I Tend My Flowers For Thee
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
182
|
I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
183
|
I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
184
|
I thought the Train would never come
|
2
|
2%
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Is It True, Dear Sue?
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It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play
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It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up,
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Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
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My Garden—like The Beach
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My Life Closed Twice
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My Portion Is Defeat—today
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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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Nobody Knows This Little Rose
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Noon—is The Hinge Of Day
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Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits
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Not Sickness stains the Brave,
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One Sister Have I In Our House
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One Year Ago—jots What?
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Out Of Sight? What Of That?
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large
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Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower
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Rearrange a 'Wife's' affection!
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She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades
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She Died—this Was The Way She Died
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She Lay As If At Play
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She Rose To His Requirement
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She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
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Silence is all we dread
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Smiling Back From Coronation
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Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness
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Snow Flakes
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So Bashful When I Spied Her!
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So From The Mould
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So Has A Daisy Vanished
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So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
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So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
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Some Days retired from the rest
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Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church
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Some Things That Fly There Be
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Sometimes with the Heart
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Spring comes on the World
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STEP lightly on this narrow spot
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Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning
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Success Is Counted Sweetest
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Summer Shower
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5
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297
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Surgeons Must Be Very Careful
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Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered
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299
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Take Your Heaven Further On
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1
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300
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That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet
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301
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That I Did Always Love
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1
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302
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The Battle Fought Between The Soul
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1
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303
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The Battlefield
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1
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304
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The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me
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1
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305
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The Beggar at the Door for Fame
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2
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306
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The Bible Is An Antique Volume
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1
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307
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The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock
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308
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The Blue Jay
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2
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309
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The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky
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310
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The Bustle In A House
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1
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311
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The Bustle In A House
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312
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The Butterfly Upon The Sky
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1
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313
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The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
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314
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The Chariot
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3
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315
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The Child's Faith Is New
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6
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316
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The Clover's simple Fame
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1
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317
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The Color Of A Queen, Is This
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1
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318
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The Definition Of Beauty Is
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1
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319
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The Devil - had he fidelity
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320
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The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea
|
1
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321
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The Duties Of The Wind Are Few
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1
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The Earth Has Many Keys
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The Face we choose to miss
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2
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324
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The First Day's Night Had Come
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1
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325
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The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee
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326
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The Future—never Spoke
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1
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327
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The Good Will Of A Flower
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1
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328
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The Grass So Little Has To Do
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1
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329
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The Heart Asks Pleasure First
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4
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5%
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330
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The Heart Has Narrow Banks
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1
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1%
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331
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The inundation of the Spring
|
1
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332
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The Lamp Burns Sure—within
|
1
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333
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The Last Night That She Lived
|
5
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6%
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334
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The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound
|
8
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11%
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0
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335
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The Lonesome For They Know Not What
|
1
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1%
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0
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336
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The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot
|
1
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1%
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337
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The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
|
1
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338
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The Murmur Of A Bee
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2
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339
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The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants
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2
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340
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The Mystery Of Pain
|
2
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2%
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341
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The Name—of It—is 'Autumn'
|
3
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4%
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342
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The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.
|
2
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2%
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343
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The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant
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1
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344
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The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day
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1
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345
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The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
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1
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1%
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346
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The Only News I Know
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1
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1%
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347
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The Outer—from The Inner
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1
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1%
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348
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The Pedigree Of Honey
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1
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1%
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0
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349
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The Poets Light But Lamps
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2
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2%
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0
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350
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The Power To Be True To You
|
1
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1%
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351
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The Province Of The Saved
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1
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1%
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0
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0%
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352
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The Railway Train
|
1
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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 Rainbow Never Tells Me
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1
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1%
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354
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The Red—blaze—is The Morning
|
1
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1%
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355
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The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star
|
1
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1%
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0
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0%
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356
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The Robin For The Crumb
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2
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2%
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357
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The Robin Is The One
|
2
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2%
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358
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The Robin's My Criterion For Tune
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1
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1%
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359
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The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek
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1
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1%
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360
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The Sea Said 'Come' To The Brook
|
1
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1%
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361
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The Show Is Not The Show,
|
1
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1%
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0
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362
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The Skies Can'T Keep Their Secret!
|
1
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1%
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0
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363
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The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
2
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2%
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0
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0%
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364
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The Soul That Hath A Guest
|
2
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2%
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0
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0%
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365
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The Spider as an Artist
|
2
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2%
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0
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0%
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366
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The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear
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1
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1%
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367
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The Spry Arms Of The Wind
|
1
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1%
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368
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The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping
|
1
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1%
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0
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0%
|
369
|
The Sunset Stopped On Cottages
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
370
|
The Test Of Love—is Death
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
371
|
The White Heat
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
372
|
The Whole Of It Came Not At Once
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
373
|
The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
374
|
The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
375
|
The Words The Happy Say
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
376
|
The Work Of Her That Went
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
377
|
There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
378
|
There Is A Morn By Men Unseen
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
379
|
There Is A Pain—so Utter
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
380
|
There is another Loneliness
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
381
|
There Is Another Sky
|
9
|
12%
|
0
|
0%
|
382
|
There is no Silence in the Earth
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
383
|
There's Been A Death In The Opposite House
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
384
|
These Are The Days When Birds Come Back
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
385
|
They Ask But Our Delight
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
386
|
They Shut Me Up In Prose
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
387
|
This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
388
|
This Consciousness That Is Aware
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
389
|
This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
390
|
Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
391
|
Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord,
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
392
|
'Tis One By One — The Father Counts
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
393
|
'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
394
|
To Die—takes Just A Little While
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
395
|
To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
396
|
To Fill A Gap
|
12
|
16%
|
0
|
0%
|
397
|
To Flee From Memory
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
398
|
To Make A Prairie (1755)
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
399
|
To See Her Is A Picture
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
400
|
To Wait An Hour—is Long
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
401
|
'Tomorrow' - whose location
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
402
|
Too cold is this
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
403
|
Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
404
|
Unable Are The Loved To Die
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
405
|
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
406
|
Water, Is Taught By Thirst
|
4
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
407
|
We Do Not Play On Graves
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
408
|
We Dream—it Is Good We Are Dreaming
|
3
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
409
|
We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
|
11
|
15%
|
0
|
0%
|
410
|
We Learned The Whole Of Love
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
411
|
We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple,
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
412
|
We Play At Paste,
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
413
|
What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
414
|
What Soft—cherubic Creatures
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
415
|
What Would I Give To See His Face?
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
416
|
When I Count The Seeds
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
417
|
When Night Is Almost Done
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
418
|
When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
419
|
When The Astronomer Stops Seeking
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
420
|
Whether they have forgotten
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
421
|
Whose Pink career may have a close
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
422
|
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
423
|
Will There Really Be A "Morning"?
|
10
|
13%
|
0
|
0%
|
424
|
With A Flower
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
425
|
With Thee, In The Desert
|
2
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
426
|
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
427
|
Yesterday Is History
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
428
|
You Cannot Put A Fire Out
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
429
|
You Love The Lord—you Cannot See
|
1
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|