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trigram | frequency |
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out of the | 919 |
and all the | 917 |
and in the | 665 |
one of the | 629 |
of all the | 598 |
there is no | 570 |
of the sea | 500 |
i do not | 489 |
the heart of | 488 |
of the world | 483 |
this is the | 481 |
the light of | 469 |
it is not | 448 |
there is a | 444 |
the death of | 423 |
to see the | 408 |
the voice of | 393 |
it is the | 388 |
it is a | 386 |
the land of | 374 |
the sound of | 373 |
in the air | 370 |
i see the | 365 |
and when the | 359 |
to be a | 351 |
in the sun | 351 |
i know not | 332 |
as well as | 316 |
all the world | 315 |
it was a | 311 |
it may be | 309 |
the face of | 308 |
and on the | 308 |
in the dark | 307 |
there was a | 303 |
the world is | 303 |
i hear the | 302 |
to and fro | 301 |
the end of | 301 |
the name of | 298 |
one by one | 296 |
and through the | 290 |
the song of | 289 |
of the night | 289 |
in the night | 286 |
here and there | 278 |
in all the | 275 |
up and down | 273 |
of the past | 273 |
the breath of | 272 |
of the earth | 271 |
of the old | 269 |
of the sun | 269 |
in the world | 267 |
the love of | 266 |
the old man | 265 |
i saw the | 263 |
song of the | 258 |
i could not | 258 |
and from the | 258 |
of the day | 253 |
of the dead | 252 |
the spirit of | 251 |
and many a | 251 |
in the sky | 250 |
to hear the | 249 |
my heart is | 247 |
from out the | 244 |
i will not | 243 |
up to the | 239 |
in spite of | 239 |
of the south | 238 |
he was a | 236 |
day by day | 231 |
of the great | 230 |
on the death | 228 |
of love and | 228 |
down to the | 225 |
in my heart | 225 |
it was the | 225 |
at the door | 224 |
as if the | 223 |
the soul of | 220 |
the man who | 220 |
part of the | 220 |
the edition of | 220 |
i am not | 219 |
the shadow of | 218 |
with all the | 218 |
the eyes of | 216 |
to be the | 214 |
back to the | 213 |
i would not | 213 |
in the morning | 213 |
and to the | 207 |
i did not | 206 |
the glory of | 206 |
the music of | 205 |
the house of | 205 |
and i am | 204 |
in the old | 203 |
that i have | 203 |
a song of | 203 |
of the sky | 202 |
i am the | 201 |
there in the | 200 |
is in the | 199 |
and then the | 198 |
in the midst | 196 |
the days of | 196 |
i heard the | 196 |
and i will | 195 |
in such a | 194 |
to make the | 194 |
of the lord | 189 |
published in the | 188 |
the memory of | 188 |
now and then | 188 |
but in the | 187 |
and down the | 187 |
when i was | 185 |
the midst of | 185 |
i know that | 184 |
the beauty of | 184 |
on the ground | 184 |
for all the | 184 |
with many a | 181 |
the joy of | 181 |
that i am | 181 |
through all the | 181 |
the united states | 181 |
in the light | 180 |
heart of the | 180 |
in the land | 180 |
the life of | 179 |
from the edition | 179 |
i want to | 178 |
not in the | 178 |
at the end | 178 |
of the most | 178 |
i am a | 178 |
the thought of | 178 |
i have not | 177 |
side by side | 177 |
what is the | 176 |
is but a | 176 |
to make a | 176 |
that he was | 175 |
of the heart | 174 |
the best of | 173 |
as in the | 173 |
in the west | 172 |
and i have | 172 |
that it is | 171 |
of his own | 171 |
the hand of | 170 |
voice of the | 168 |
land of the | 168 |
might have been | 167 |
of the year | 167 |
of the west | 167 |
that in the | 166 |
for a moment | 166 |
i have seen | 166 |
i have no | 165 |
it seems to | 164 |
the blood of | 164 |
on the hill | 164 |
down in the | 163 |
the story of | 163 |
and with a | 162 |
of the land | 162 |
and other poems | 162 |
is to be | 161 |
and all that | 161 |
you and i | 160 |
on the floor | 160 |
a part of | 159 |
the shade of | 159 |
of the soul | 159 |
i shall not | 159 |
james russell lowell | 159 |
as one who | 159 |
the lips of | 158 |
light of the | 158 |
of the new | 157 |
is not the | 157 |
at last the | 157 |
there was no | 157 |
is full of | 156 |
of those who | 156 |
in the shade | 156 |
of the poet | 155 |
out in the | 155 |
hand in hand | 154 |
it is to | 154 |
i tell you | 154 |
the hearts of | 153 |
of the north | 153 |
and the wind | 153 |
i have been | 153 |
the gates of | 153 |
in the woods | 153 |
i saw a | 153 |
of the forest | 153 |
he could not | 152 |
and at the | 152 |
was in the | 152 |
the power of | 151 |
as in a | 151 |
of life and | 151 |
up from the | 151 |
of the morning | 150 |
when all the | 150 |
of all that | 150 |
me in the | 150 |
and now the | 150 |
by the sea | 150 |
it was not | 150 |
in the street | 149 |
it in the | 149 |
the day is | 149 |
in the dust | 149 |
the hills of | 149 |
the god of | 149 |
do not know | 148 |
and let the | 148 |
end of the | 148 |
men and women | 147 |
to those who | 147 |
these are the | 147 |
to the sea | 147 |
of a man | 147 |
the son of | 146 |
but when the | 146 |
come and go | 146 |
a man of | 146 |
the head of | 146 |
once more the | 145 |
in the same | 145 |
side of the | 145 |
the vision of | 145 |
come to me | 144 |
seems to me | 144 |
to find the | 143 |
on the shore | 143 |
to the world | 143 |
no more the | 143 |
in the heart | 143 |
in the edition | 142 |
of my heart | 142 |
and with the | 142 |
is like a | 142 |
face to face | 142 |
not to be | 141 |
in the wind | 141 |
the feet of | 141 |
the words of | 140 |
is not a | 140 |
on the sea | 140 |
the king of | 140 |
that is the | 139 |
with all its | 139 |
in the garden | 139 |
i think of | 139 |
him in the | 139 |
life and death | 138 |
here in the | 138 |
to meet the | 138 |
and of the | 138 |
a sense of | 138 |
in his own | 137 |
the touch of | 136 |
out of sight | 136 |
all the rest | 136 |
of the city | 136 |
i used to | 136 |
the sun and | 136 |
i can see | 136 |
to all the | 136 |
in the forest | 136 |
deep in the | 135 |
what is it | 135 |
the time of | 135 |
some of the | 135 |
it would be | 134 |
he did not | 134 |
the side of | 134 |
he saw the | 134 |
the wind and | 134 |
i love you | 133 |
up in the | 133 |
in his hand | 133 |
i was a | 133 |
in the darkness | 132 |
the world to | 132 |
night and day | 132 |
is on the | 132 |
day and night | 132 |
a world of | 132 |
and the moon | 132 |
i have a | 132 |
as long as | 131 |
and the old | 131 |
the strength of | 130 |
the rest of | 130 |
all day long | 130 |
the hour of | 130 |
the sun is | 129 |
as if a | 129 |
in the spring | 129 |
it must be | 129 |
on the other | 129 |
as if he | 129 |
the hands of | 128 |
music of the | 128 |
of the moon | 128 |
that he had | 128 |
as far as | 128 |
and as the | 128 |
the walls of | 127 |
and the sun | 127 |
the world of | 127 |
and so i | 127 |
to me the | 127 |
and then a | 127 |
to the sky | 126 |
as if to | 126 |
with all his | 126 |
through the night | 126 |
of the air | 126 |
but it is | 126 |
where is the | 126 |
if i could | 125 |
and when i | 125 |
face of the | 125 |
where are the | 125 |
if i were | 124 |
of the poem | 123 |
with a smile | 123 |
and it is | 123 |
the gift of | 122 |
i know the | 122 |
this was the | 122 |
in the days | 122 |
the sons of | 122 |
the work of | 122 |
and out of | 122 |
and the world | 121 |
the man of | 121 |
that i was | 121 |
a little while | 121 |
the place of | 121 |
of the wind | 120 |
the air is | 120 |
and where the | 120 |
and i was | 120 |
to have been | 119 |
and for the | 119 |
and by the | 119 |
i heard a | 119 |
i shall be | 119 |
the age of | 119 |
it will be | 118 |
and in a | 118 |
of the wood | 118 |
and over the | 118 |
the author of | 118 |
what do you | 118 |
far and wide | 118 |
i think i | 118 |
of him who | 118 |
and the sea | 118 |
he is not | 118 |
there came a | 117 |
away from the | 117 |
of the brave | 117 |
came to the | 117 |
of one who | 117 |
the night is | 117 |
the edge of | 117 |
down on the | 116 |
the earth and | 116 |
and the great | 116 |
the depths of | 116 |
in the twilight | 116 |
that he is | 116 |
and in his | 116 |
as if it | 116 |
of the first | 116 |
me to the | 115 |
in the face | 115 |
when i am | 115 |
this is a | 114 |
as of old | 114 |
is one of | 114 |
the pride of | 114 |
and then he | 114 |
the hand that | 113 |
the city of | 113 |
by the hand | 113 |
the wings of | 113 |
the love that | 113 |
of the skies | 112 |
in the house | 112 |
will not be | 112 |
to the end | 112 |
the way to | 112 |
as to the | 112 |
the top of | 112 |
in the sea | 112 |
in the great | 112 |
to the ground | 111 |
down from the | 111 |
with such a | 111 |
one of them | 111 |
the cause of | 111 |
in which the | 110 |
a kind of | 110 |
he is a | 110 |
as if they | 110 |
oliver wendell holmes | 110 |
him to the | 110 |
more and more | 110 |
all of the | 110 |
shadow of the | 110 |
if you can | 110 |
in the shadow | 109 |
and there is | 109 |
in his heart | 109 |
in the city | 109 |
them in the | 109 |
the world was | 109 |
and he was | 109 |
of his life | 109 |
all the while | 109 |
in the valley | 109 |
glory of the | 109 |
of the deep | 109 |
the battle of | 108 |
to the last | 108 |
the door of | 108 |
and still the | 108 |
and it was | 108 |
the close of | 108 |
the home of | 108 |
and all his | 108 |
at his side | 107 |
the last of | 107 |
for many a | 107 |
the lord of | 107 |
and then i | 107 |
and this is | 107 |
more than a | 107 |
one of his | 106 |
full many a | 106 |
from the sea | 106 |
it has been | 106 |
out of a | 106 |
that it was | 106 |
of the free | 106 |
how can i | 106 |
if i had | 106 |
the sake of | 106 |
spirit of the | 105 |
than all the | 105 |
that i may | 105 |
to take the | 105 |
thought of the | 105 |
i wonder if | 104 |
do you think | 104 |
the fact that | 104 |
the sight of | 104 |
out of his | 104 |
if it be | 104 |
to him who | 104 |
sound of the | 104 |
and my heart | 104 |
in and out | 104 |
the breast of | 104 |
he is the | 104 |
for the sake | 103 |
at his feet | 103 |
come back to | 103 |
in vain the | 103 |
and not a | 103 |
from all the | 103 |
and when he | 103 |
as much as | 103 |
and the light | 103 |
the other side | 103 |
i had a | 103 |
no more to | 102 |
she was a | 102 |
no more than | 102 |
two or three | 102 |
at the gate | 102 |
far from the | 102 |
the use of | 102 |
out on the | 101 |
to the sun | 101 |
a man who | 101 |
think of the | 101 |
you and me | 100 |
and hear the | 100 |
and see the | 100 |
in new york | 100 |
in the field | 100 |
that i should | 100 |
to say that | 100 |
of the ocean | 99 |
a bit of | 99 |
to go to | 99 |
i see a | 99 |
the form of | 99 |
of the church | 99 |
do you know | 99 |
it to the | 99 |
in the first | 99 |
and i shall | 98 |
man in the | 98 |
he came to | 98 |
a pair of | 98 |
to the skies | 98 |
in many a | 98 |
seems to be | 98 |
is like the | 98 |
to the heart | 98 |
my heart was | 97 |
to think of | 97 |
in a dream | 97 |
by the way | 97 |
many a year | 97 |
children of the | 97 |
for me to | 96 |
and yet i | 96 |
in the distance | 96 |
the voices of | 96 |
it is that | 96 |
come to the | 96 |
the road to | 96 |
from the sky | 96 |
i know it | 96 |
the weight of | 96 |
all in vain | 96 |
when he was | 96 |
look at the | 96 |
through the air | 95 |
the fall of | 95 |
on every side | 95 |
as soon as | 95 |
as good as | 95 |
of the same | 95 |
and what is | 95 |
lost in the | 95 |
he had a | 95 |
all at once | 95 |
in her eyes | 95 |
used to be | 95 |
when the sun | 95 |
in the long | 94 |
all the time | 94 |
i may not | 94 |
we know not | 94 |
why should i | 94 |
may not be | 94 |
algernon charles swinburne | 94 |
the fields of | 94 |
he heard the | 94 |
the secret of | 94 |
you will not | 94 |
i love to | 94 |
are in the | 93 |
and there was | 93 |
of the american | 93 |
so full of | 93 |
and like a | 93 |
on the wall | 93 |
the young man | 93 |
beauty of the | 93 |
was like a | 93 |
all the day | 93 |
a piece of | 93 |
of the woods | 93 |
a number of | 93 |
the leaves of | 93 |
first published in | 93 |
at the same | 92 |
breath of the | 92 |
give me the | 92 |
the burden of | 92 |
through and through | 92 |
that i could | 92 |
as it is | 92 |
on the hills | 92 |
stood in the | 92 |
the first of | 91 |
of the war | 91 |
the poems of | 91 |
would not be | 91 |
the world with | 91 |
and the stars | 91 |
for the first | 91 |
the angel of | 91 |
to know that | 91 |
if i should | 91 |
if you will | 91 |
as it was | 91 |
of the mind | 91 |
a sort of | 91 |
a little child | 90 |
so far as | 90 |
you are not | 90 |
of the river | 90 |
was one of | 90 |
the children of | 90 |
round and round | 90 |
the coming of | 90 |
of the last | 90 |
he does not | 90 |
i seem to | 90 |
text from the | 90 |
the day of | 90 |
and i must | 90 |
the air with | 90 |
in his eyes | 90 |
he was the | 90 |
of the town | 90 |
days of old | 90 |
the silence of | 90 |
in the wood | 89 |
the eye of | 89 |
go to the | 89 |
of the united | 89 |
robert louis stevenson | 89 |
the way of | 89 |
and now i | 89 |
to keep the | 89 |
of the spring | 89 |
all the land | 89 |
of the hills | 89 |
percy bysshe shelley | 89 |
and that is | 89 |
in this world | 89 |
the bosom of | 89 |
the wind is | 89 |
that i had | 89 |
of long ago | 89 |
i have heard | 88 |
would have been | 88 |
i saw her | 88 |
in which he | 88 |
in front of | 88 |
in the new | 88 |
on either side | 88 |
a dream of | 88 |
a hundred years | 88 |
and the other | 88 |
the ghost of | 88 |
that all the | 88 |
to see her | 88 |
them to the | 88 |
and let me | 88 |
and the night | 87 |
and full of | 87 |
and the little | 87 |
of the king | 87 |
i had not | 87 |
the ways of | 87 |
listen to the | 87 |
which i have | 87 |
the book of | 87 |
death of the | 87 |
the dust of | 87 |
in the deep | 87 |
to the land | 87 |
know not what | 87 |
in the sunshine | 87 |
they do not | 87 |
in the evening | 87 |
and in her | 87 |
he had been | 87 |
the queen of | 86 |
the first time | 86 |
she is not | 86 |
for i have | 86 |
of american literature | 86 |
of my own | 86 |
the stars and | 86 |
what is this | 86 |
of the poor | 86 |
the sense of | 86 |
the roar of | 86 |
to do with | 86 |
of many a | 86 |
the art of | 85 |
of such a | 85 |
the poet is | 85 |
the sun was | 85 |
an old man | 85 |
i knew that | 85 |
and the white | 85 |
that he has | 85 |
in the way | 85 |
i wish i | 85 |
the arms of | 85 |
have been a | 85 |
far in the | 85 |
i thought of | 85 |
ralph waldo emerson | 85 |
the shadows of | 85 |
to where the | 84 |
day is done | 84 |
the place where | 84 |
and in my | 84 |
of my life | 84 |
by and by | 84 |
the sea and | 84 |
the presence of | 84 |
at the window | 84 |
was full of | 84 |
in the summer | 84 |
there is nothing | 84 |
but i have | 84 |
and all its | 84 |
the meaning of | 84 |
for those who | 84 |
the things that | 83 |
william cullen bryant | 83 |
out from the | 83 |
he was not | 83 |
was on the | 83 |
away to the | 83 |
the sign of | 83 |
he would have | 83 |
at last to | 83 |
of the man | 83 |
which is the | 83 |
that you are | 83 |
through the dark | 83 |
the songs of | 83 |
and so the | 83 |
to the west | 83 |
and if i | 82 |
of the people | 82 |
in the middle | 82 |
we do not | 82 |
for a time | 82 |
break of day | 82 |
he will not | 82 |
printed in the | 82 |
my heart to | 82 |
for the dead | 82 |
the valley of | 82 |
and that the | 82 |
and as he | 82 |
of the stars | 82 |
to find a | 82 |
not in vain | 82 |
to the earth | 82 |
and there the | 81 |
of american poetry | 81 |
they are not | 81 |
a sound of | 81 |
my soul is | 81 |
of the little | 81 |
and the sky | 81 |
i love thee | 81 |
of his poems | 81 |
to the memory | 81 |
the whole of | 81 |
the waves of | 81 |
by the side | 81 |
the sun in | 81 |
i might have | 81 |
the night of | 81 |
let us go | 81 |
back to me | 81 |
of the time | 81 |
in search of | 81 |
of my soul | 80 |
the cry of | 80 |
at the last | 80 |
as i have | 80 |
low in the | 80 |
to be free | 80 |
the fire of | 80 |
is more than | 80 |
on the earth | 80 |
to each other | 80 |
came to me | 80 |
and i know | 80 |
me with a | 80 |
of the wild | 80 |
the dawn of | 80 |
for a while | 80 |
henry wadsworth longfellow | 80 |
on the road | 80 |
i must go | 80 |
to know the | 80 |
i fain would | 80 |
the shores of | 79 |
all night long | 79 |
in the east | 79 |
in the village | 79 |
and saw the | 79 |
the evening star | 79 |
in her hair | 79 |
of the mountain | 79 |
to look at | 79 |
the same time | 79 |
him with a | 79 |
a life of | 79 |
full of the | 79 |
and when they | 79 |
but i am | 79 |
to see you | 79 |
came and went | 79 |
of the house | 79 |
in the room | 78 |
to make it | 78 |
i love the | 78 |
to think that | 78 |
of the village | 78 |
can it be | 78 |
the whole world | 78 |
james whitcomb riley | 78 |
i feel the | 78 |
land and sea | 78 |
in the name | 78 |
i saw him | 78 |
to see a | 78 |
the poetry of | 78 |
that of the | 78 |
the flowers of | 78 |
of the holy | 78 |
and he said | 78 |
at the close | 78 |
i should have | 78 |
of earth and | 78 |
on the grass | 78 |
eyes of the | 78 |
on the wing | 78 |
that will not | 78 |
the spell of | 78 |
from the land | 77 |
far and near | 77 |
the sky is | 77 |
the history of | 77 |
in the snow | 77 |
memory of the | 77 |
i dare not | 77 |
it will not | 77 |
not for the | 77 |
the darkness of | 77 |
the foot of | 77 |
thou art the | 77 |
of gold and | 77 |
this is my | 77 |
of the poems | 77 |
the bells of | 77 |
in memory of | 77 |
in the year | 76 |
of joy and | 76 |
found in the | 76 |
some of them | 76 |
the banks of | 76 |
of all his | 76 |
of the light | 76 |
the call of | 76 |
to the light | 76 |
the waters of | 76 |
his heart was | 76 |
the flower of | 76 |
to feel the | 76 |
on the air | 76 |
and as i | 76 |
earth and sky | 76 |
of the rain | 76 |
on his way | 76 |
that we have | 76 |
the field of | 76 |
but it was | 76 |
the time when | 76 |
that was the | 76 |
member of the | 76 |
the tale of | 76 |
i pray you | 76 |
as the sun | 76 |
that we are | 76 |
just as the | 76 |
of the summer | 76 |
a book of | 75 |
and he who | 75 |
for a little | 75 |
the moon is | 75 |
blood of the | 75 |
a cloud of | 75 |
at my feet | 75 |
of the storm | 75 |
the lady of | 75 |
the winds of | 75 |
did not know | 75 |
and the song | 75 |
there is the | 75 |
a word of | 75 |
as it were | 75 |
over the sea | 75 |
the world and | 75 |
shall be the | 75 |
and all my | 75 |
the new york | 74 |
the th of | 74 |
many of the | 74 |
once more to | 74 |
why do you | 74 |
of the spirit | 74 |
to my heart | 74 |
east and west | 74 |
let it be | 74 |
the dark and | 74 |
the light that | 74 |
would be a | 74 |
with all their | 74 |
and they are | 74 |
as i am | 74 |
to have a | 74 |
i have found | 74 |
to tell the | 73 |
in the end | 73 |
that i might | 73 |
me from the | 73 |
down into the | 73 |
john greenleaf whittier | 73 |
also printed in | 73 |
to join the | 73 |
the mouth of | 73 |
and far away | 73 |
at last he | 73 |
to tell you | 73 |
the power to | 73 |
and when she | 73 |
you are a | 73 |
and all is | 73 |
in the moonlight | 73 |
editor of the | 73 |
the works of | 72 |
in the grass | 72 |
you in the | 72 |
history of the | 72 |
in a moment | 72 |
the rush of | 72 |
may have been | 72 |
i only know | 72 |
and while the | 72 |
on the mountain | 72 |
and a little | 72 |
and not the | 72 |
is but the | 72 |
the stars of | 72 |
of the trees | 72 |
of the rose | 72 |
i could see | 72 |
sons of the | 72 |
the kingdom of | 72 |
and yet the | 72 |
the day when | 72 |
head of the | 72 |
the joys of | 72 |
a volume of | 71 |
in a world | 71 |
would not have | 71 |
the law of | 71 |
heart of a | 71 |
they are the | 71 |
the beginning of | 71 |
you love me | 71 |
and you will | 71 |
a voice that | 71 |
of the road | 71 |
voices of the | 71 |
you know the | 71 |
the sword of | 71 |
lord of the | 71 |
in the last | 71 |
through the long | 71 |
to catch the | 71 |
to be found | 71 |
in the desert | 71 |
it with a | 71 |
close of day | 71 |
i come to | 71 |
life of the | 71 |
i will go | 71 |
we heard the | 71 |
at the time | 71 |
the good old | 71 |
for you to | 70 |
it seemed to | 70 |
who is it | 70 |
you do not | 70 |
and no one | 70 |
more than the | 70 |
a vision of | 70 |
the wreck of | 70 |
on and on | 70 |
of the east | 70 |
the names of | 70 |
what shall i | 70 |
to see him | 70 |
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the morning star | 49 |
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but when she | 48 |
flag of the | 48 |
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