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quadgram	frequency
in the midst of	44
of the united states	31
in the united states	28
the shape of the	24
it seems to me	24
in one of the	21
of leaves of grass	21
in the open air	19
a good deal of	19
i have not heard	18
i want to see	18
i should like to	16
i am writing this	16
of the new world	15
i have written to	15
of men and women	15
i am not sure	15
the face of the	14
i have no doubt	14
got a letter from	13
the banks of the	13
in new york city	13
the sound of the	13
a man or woman	13
of the secession war	12
the mother of all	12
am not sure but	12
at the same time	12
want to see you	12
the rest of the	12
for the first time	12
the midst of the	12
at the end of	11
a good part of	11
just as much as	11
am writing this in	11
up and down the	11
the song of the	11
the history of the	11
the close of the	11
i got a letter	11
the other side of	11
at the close of	10
have not heard anything	10
the middle of the	10
out of the night	10
i have been in	10
and mat and all	10
the whole of the	10
the same as the	10
just the same as	10
the edge of the	10
the latter part of	10
i hope you are	10
from time to time	10
the breast of the	10
the worst of it	10
i do not know	10
it is not the	10
good part of the	10
in the course of	10
welcome are lands of	10
i see where the	9
i have been with	9
the banner at daybreak	9
army of the potomac	9
come up from the	9
over and over again	9
jeff and mat and	9
some of the men	9
in new york and	9
of two or three	9
in the new world	9
hope you are well	9
spirit whose work is	9
the shores of the	9
it must have been	9
as much as the	9
the place of the	9
the idea of the	9
a sight in camp	9
the wounded and sick	9
whose work is done	9
i would like to	9
i send you my	9
of him i love	9
of war and peace	8
the head of the	8
the life of the	8
i hope you will	8
nor the place of	8
a great deal of	8
have you heard anything	8
the leaves of grass	8
it is certain that	8
the day and night	8
high in the air	8
of all dead soldiers	8
well and in good	8
is one of the	8
one of the most	8
it is to be	8
i will make the	8
the course of the	8
i am going to	8
the soul of the	8
are not to be	8
from your fathomless deeps	8
i suppose you got	8
in the habit of	8
by the side of	8
and in good spirits	8
part of the day	8
on the banks of	8
where the city of	8
of the old world	8
i have not seen	8
the city of the	8
i wish i could	8
the army of the	8
bullet could never kill	7
for a long time	7
and the road unknown	7
rise o days from	7
days from your fathomless	7
me the splendid silent	7
the splendid silent sun	7
i sit by the	7
in camp in the	7
in the ranks hard	7
i hope it will	7
in the old world	7
hundreds and thousands of	7
but it is not	7
millions of square miles	7
where i was born	7
camp in the daybreak	7
what you really are	7
the bullet could never	7
as one by one	7
in and around washington	7
i thought i would	7
at the foot of	7
o days from your	7
it is the most	7
as far as i	7
and come to the	7
i want to hear	7
a large proportion of	7
give me the splendid	7
of the earth and	7
once in a while	7
up from the fields	7
an hour or two	7
are you and me	7
as i write this	7
up out of the	7
new york and brooklyn	7
two or three days	7
latter part of the	7
i swear to you	7
quite a number of	7
sight in camp in	7
you are well and	7
send you my love	7
a march in the	7
seems to have been	7
should like to see	7
one of the best	7
most of the time	7
march in the ranks	7
much of the time	7
i do not see	7
of a man or	6
for men and women	6
a part of the	6
over the breast of	6
during the secession war	6
the spread of the	6
you got my letter	6
as i sit here	6
the banner and pennant	6
in the house of	6
the whole of this	6
it is a great	6
solemn as one by	6
the centre of the	6
the wings of the	6
should like to hear	6
it seems as if	6
an hour or so	6
needs to be better	6
come home for a	6
at the head of	6
use the wings of	6
has been and is	6
the last three days	6
i do not say	6
in the daybreak gray	6
with the banner and	6
two or three times	6
daybreak gray and dim	6
toward the latter part	6
but i do not	6
one poor little child	6
the daybreak gray and	6
how solemn as one	6
the new england states	6
have not heard from	6
in the way of	6
the first time in	6
i went to the	6
of one of the	6
for he was a	6
i was in the	6
the end of the	6
spacious and haughty states	6
sailing in and out	6
ships sailing in and	6
have been in the	6
the last three years	6
and see you the	6
the appearance of the	6
as well as the	6
of the common people	6
a letter from me	6
i was with him	6
stars in the sky	6
a couple of hours	6
have written to george	6
lilacs last in the	6
in the middle of	6
songs for a prelude	6
the spirit of the	6
good as the best	6
the sick and wounded	6
of the banner at	6
the bulk of the	6
fallen cold and dead	6
the men and women	6
for the last three	6
dirge for two veterans	6
will soon be better	6
year that trembled and	6
i shall never forget	6
i am not the	6
banner and pennant a	6
the united states have	6
o songs for a	6
a couple of days	6
first o songs for	6
down to the present	6
on the other side	6
of the nineteenth century	6
the thought of the	6
i wish you would	6
when i come home	6
and jeff and mat	6
the sight of the	6
nor the bayonet stab	6
from the fields father	6
to him or her	6
to the front door	6
that there is no	6
is not to be	6
back most to him	6
the valley of the	6
or north or south	6
he seems to have	6
song of the banner	6
when lilacs last in	6
are you getting along	5
of all the rest	5
it is the same	5
the nature of the	5
the loss of the	5
death of abraham lincoln	5
i believe i told	5
strange as it may	5
my way through the	5
the heart of the	5
the word of the	5
the united states to	5
the death of lincoln	5
the midst of all	5
and more than once	5
the three or four	5
it is not you	5
for the last two	5
the perfect equality of	5
of the middle ages	5
and the open air	5
little or nothing to	5
i do not feel	5
have to do with	5
lands of the earth	5
the streets of manhattan	5
there can be no	5
the last two days	5
know what it is	5
you see in the	5
to say nothing of	5
the mind of man	5
send my love to	5
what have you to	5
for an hour or	5
a cent of money	5
with the love of	5
in the form of	5
with reference to the	5
the words of the	5
i should say the	5
in the name of	5
of course there are	5
the best of the	5
of marble and iron	5
the bottom of the	5
large proportion of the	5
the sounds of the	5
one of these days	5
i loved so well	5
as soon as he	5
i send my love	5
the maker of poems	5
the love of comrades	5
four or five days	5
as near as i	5
of the greatest poet	5
main part of the	5
other side of the	5
i am sure i	5
on the shores of	5
a good long letter	5
if he does not	5
not sure but the	5
the songs of the	5
do not give out	5
the crowd of the	5
any part of the	5
there is something in	5
in the presence of	5
new york city and	5
that part of the	5
to us from the	5
writing this in major	5
the past and present	5
by far the most	5
the war is over	5
hear the sound of	5
the men in their	5
in time and space	5
the hands of the	5
comes back most to	5
i wrote to george	5
i know you will	5
the noise of the	5
at any rate i	5
it is not in	5
you heard anything from	5
one of the hospitals	5
trees in the woods	5
and always will be	5
the body and the	5
from first to last	5
the blood of the	5
how are you getting	5
was one of the	5
i am so glad	5
sine qua non of	5
but i am not	5
believe i told you	5
the character of the	5
through the smoke of	5
thought i would write	5
as it should be	5
it is in the	5
i have seen a	5
the old and new	5
not heard from george	5
and the whirr of	5
what do you think	5
good deal of the	5
and comes back most	5
close of the day	5
the presence of the	5
in the centre of	5
and some of the	5
to leaves of grass	5
to go to the	5
the pride of the	5
and i in the	5
in a dying condition	5
a letter from jeff	5
to see you all	5
a long time before	5
i will see if	5
the best of it	5
as good as the	5
for a couple of	5
of some of the	5
to see you and	5
seem to me to	5
and two or three	5
of the mother of	5
all the nations of	5
i suppose you know	5
i hear the sound	5
my son and my	5
from all the states	5
i know it is	5
of the manly and	5
i do not give	5
of life and death	5
are well and in	5
i hear the great	5
a day or two	5
there is a great	5
west of the mississippi	5
how i want to	5
the same as any	5
to me to be	5
i saw on the	5
i do hope you	5
the society of friends	5
of what is called	4
i have i also	4
hurried and glittering tides	4
the first part of	4
him or her who	4
that it is not	4
and such as these	4
the public buildings and	4
be the camps to	4
the smoke of the	4
had his leg amputated	4
year of these states	4
it was in the	4
the riches of the	4
the power of the	4
like to hear from	4
soon what is over	4
all the rest of	4
is little or nothing	4
more i dress with	4
does to the rest	4
while for you up	4
o the bullet could	4
of the past and	4
all the dark night	4
to do with them	4
such as they are	4
bye for the present	4
i kept on the	4
i thought i was	4
on these bearded lips	4
the field one night	4
to one of the	4
by the restless all	4
than the laws of	4
the opening of the	4
is it for the	4
huts of logs and	4
o to be a	4
i think i know	4
here again he lies	4
i hope this will	4
i recall the experience	4
mother with thy equal	4
have been with him	4
the idea of all	4
the wound in the	4
the surface of the	4
more than all the	4
and one or two	4
the right and left	4
asked him if he	4
and more i dress	4
heart gives you love	4
down in the country	4
i think i shall	4
appearance and mirth goes	4
to jeff and mat	4
the mouths of the	4
one of the first	4
the restless all the	4
we are having a	4
with two or three	4
every part of the	4
the common people of	4
thick at the butt	4
to me his appealing	4
i think this face	4
that i have been	4
do you think i	4
the grave of him	4
york city and brooklyn	4
and present and future	4
the pangs are sharp	4
the smell of the	4
i think about you	4
and that is the	4
what your children en	4
while the world of	4
i dress with impassive	4
who are you my	4
who but i should	4
is a sort of	4
wounded i pacify with	4
not refuse this moment	4
knees and steady hand	4
the crop shall never	4
as i have seen	4
the earth and of	4
or the appearance of	4
the last hundred years	4
loving arms about this	4
recall the experience sweet	4
and i do not	4
i hope it is	4
the days and nights	4
crop shall never run	4
and here again he	4
the greatness of the	4
i at any rate	4
went down to the	4
to me it is	4
down at the front	4
divine and brother of	4
past and present and	4
a good lot of	4
waves wash the imprints	4
the eastern and western	4
vigil strange i kept	4
at least as much	4
is there in the	4
of the young fellows	4
it is always a	4
i wrote to jeff	4
if i am to	4
hang in the way	4
are complete in themselves	4
of the christ himself	4
that could not be	4
shores of the sea	4
arms about this neck	4
they are to be	4
i thread my way	4
may i not say	4
a couple of weeks	4
yet i think i	4
in my opinion the	4
or nothing to me	4
i am well and	4
i sat looking at	4
this moment to die	4
this will find you	4
to him in a	4
the breath of my	4
i will make a	4
history of the past	4
after the death of	4
that would save you	4
at the sight of	4
and appearance and mirth	4
i am in the	4
states more than the	4
i look on the	4
as well as i	4
after a long march	4
had much to do	4
the sun and stars	4
the carnage rose prophetic	4
i hang on the	4
as i sat looking	4
kept on the field	4
i do not deny	4
far into the future	4
some of the women	4
up there in the	4
less than the laws	4
edition of leaves of	4
all parts of the	4
he is the one	4
and along the shores	4
i am now going	4
that it was a	4
from the bottom of	4
two days and nights	4
thousand millions of dollars	4
there in the open	4
two or three weeks	4
badly wounded in the	4
face of the christ	4
with hinged knees and	4
theory and practice of	4
shaped leaves of rich	4
in a half lethargy	4
at the old park	4
what i sought to	4
cannot too often repeat	4
to the soul of	4
i think i could	4
there is not a	4
from place to place	4
for two or three	4
the united states of	4
any one of these	4
at second or third	4
world of gain and	4
the breath of life	4
near as i can	4
the show of the	4
that the united states	4
think i know you	4
the main part of	4
moon gives you light	4
could not refuse this	4
i will give you	4
if that would save	4
as much as a	4
have written to han	4
and divine and brother	4
the moon gives you	4
head in your lap	4
could never kill what	4
grave of him i	4
lay with my head	4
was by no means	4
as it may sound	4
and be of strong	4
in the history of	4
i cannot too often	4
the prudence of the	4
same as the men	4
on her dead gazing	4
the rank and file	4
the new york times	4
of the wounded and	4
i also give you	4
from new york city	4
i enter the doors	4
now it seems to	4
me through and through	4
is the face of	4
state of new york	4
part of the afternoon	4
the scenes at the	4
and through all the	4
for over an hour	4
young man and woman	4
not heard anything from	4
for the purpose of	4
up from the front	4
wounded in the house	4
and over all the	4
often as you can	4
to do with the	4
by day and night	4
foot of a tree	4
as i lay with	4
young men and maidens	4
earth and of man	4
fly like a bird	4
dead on their backs	4
the shape of a	4
how can i but	4
in the hands of	4
the lands of the	4
and waves wash the	4
and i will show	4
there are all sorts	4
gain and appearance and	4
the return of the	4
in a few days	4
and i saw the	4
the army and navy	4
i am firm with	4
owner of the library	4
refuse this moment to	4
poetry of the future	4
one of the wards	4
and that it is	4
think i could not	4
my breast a fire	4
in the hospitals and	4
where the city stands	4
at the bottom of	4
the greatest poet does	4
he was in the	4
it is enough to	4
with my head in	4
and all the rest	4
are some of the	4
sing the song of	4
to die for you	4
my head in your	4
the eternal tendencies of	4
seems to me to	4
anything of the kind	4
the flash of the	4
of wounded and sick	4
it is just the	4
their arms about each	4
wound in the abdomen	4
rose prophetic a voice	4
i adhere to my	4
the foot of a	4
a good deal in	4
i suppose you have	4
from the british islands	4
the average man of	4
their work is done	4
i have dreamed that	4
of all toward happiness	4
rest of the world	4
and brother of all	4
i think it was	4
was in the habit	4
suppose you got a	4
i suppose it is	4
for you up there	4
shall never run out	4
there in the fragrant	4
drums give you music	4
it comes to me	4
by the bedside of	4
the poets of the	4
hope this will find	4
kiss dwells on these	4
deep in my breast	4
is not so much	4
with here and there	4
and all that is	4
feel as if i	4
not heard anything of	4
of clover and timothy	4
there shall be love	4
bend your proud neck	4
down to the river	4
with hinged knees returning	4
by one of the	4
i think it is	4
through the whole of	4
the make of the	4
or at any rate	4
i was so glad	4
over the carnage rose	4
dwells on these bearded	4
is nothing new with	4
remainder of the earth	4
the child and the	4
reality of the soul	4
these and more i	4
open space in the	4
and of all the	4
a few lines from	4
the life of these	4
the valleys of the	4
i gave him a	4
on the bare ground	4
one or two other	4
to the right and	4
i could not refuse	4
said he did not	4
the idea of political	4
the glory of the	4
the st new york	4
way through the hospitals	4
and my loving comrade	4
be of strong heart	4
again on earth responding	4
welcome those of the	4
while i have been	4
one turns to me	4
we know not why	4
more than half the	4
the world of gain	4
yet deep in my	4
fields of clover and	4
i think he is	4
a great poem is	4
greatest poet does not	4
and at night the	4
the home of the	4
the best part of	4
as if they were	4
is in its place	4
it is useless to	4
at night in the	4
but out of the	4
every now and then	4
and the bugles and	4
the lines of the	4
the dead on their	4
moment to die for	4
the sentiment of the	4
the house of friends	4
me his appealing eyes	4
ghostly pines so still	4
thou mother with thy	4
with thy equal brood	4
adieu to a soldier	4
the like of these	4
seems to me it	4
i dare not say	4
to new york city	4
as it is to	4
and is to be	4
turns to me his	4
dare not say how	4
have i also give	4
half an hour high	4
bivouac on a mountain	4
space in the woods	4
the most affluent man	4
how i should like	4
of the women of	4
there is nothing new	4
to be found in	4
the imprints off the	4
all great works on	4
the work of the	4
made up my mind	4
the bedside of a	4
an open space in	4
to each and all	4
i begin to see	4
of the body and	4
tendencies of all toward	4
it has been the	4
the experience sweet and	4
wash of the sea	4
quite a good deal	4
in the hour of	4
i lay with my	4
back again give me	4
of logs and mud	4
poets of the kosmos	4
of the british islands	4
the scene of the	4
have no idea how	4
idea of political liberty	4
with cheeks yet blooming	4
wash the imprints off	4
of these states must	4
sat looking at him	4
in the eastern sky	4
dead and divine and	4
what i have i	4
the poetry of the	4
as there is in	4
carnage rose prophetic a	4
experience sweet and sad	4
suppose you got my	4
of gain and appearance	4
thread my way through	4
on the field one	4
some are so young	4
the neck of the	4
i see again the	4
do what i can	4
at dead of night	4
eternal tendencies of all	4
the two or three	4
rise and fall of	4
and mirth goes on	4
of the society of	4
the mother of many	4
seems to me i	4
pacify with soothing hand	4
but i hope it	4
in a certain sense	4
as he sees the	4
there is a good	4
i have seen many	4
but i know it	4
the laws of the	4
i will try to	4
the greatest poet is	4
i have not had	4
dear to me my	4
the nations of the	4
for a thousand years	4
in the distance the	4
in the new testament	4
am firm with each	4
south and the north	4
part of the earth	4
for the death of	4
leaves of rich green	4
of the great lakes	4
to put on record	4
think often of him	4
in my breast a	4
kill what you really	4
without a cent of	4
so soon what is	4
the roof over the	4
hinged knees and steady	4
my heart gives you	4
restless all the dark	4
i pacify with soothing	4
war of attempted secession	4
with sweat and dust	4
imprints off the sand	4
the surgeon in charge	4
with their arms about	4
the war of attempted	4
the results of the	4
i know not what	4
the side of the	4
the south and the	4
is to be said	4
the camp hospitals in	4
look down fair moon	4
of the day and	4
about this neck have	4
song of the broad	4
is the life of	4
what is over forgotten	4
whatever may be said	4
i should say that	4
you got a letter	4
i can tell you	4
the dead and wounded	4
i wish to see	4
of all the nations	4
sit by the restless	4
there is in the	4
dress with impassive hand	4
most affluent man is	4
through the middle of	4
in front of the	4
eastern and western seas	4
strange i kept on	4
to a certain civilian	4
i never knew you	4
more than any other	4
after the rest is	4
some suffer so much	4
the remainder of the	4
must have been about	4
on the death of	4
never kill what you	4
never again on earth	4
the land and sea	4
will see if i	4
is a pretty time	3
i swear i will	3
crawl along the streets	3
fancied i heard through	3
with their guns on	3
is not in the	3
face nor child nor	3
by all the earth	3
but risk and defy	3
shaped heir who approaches	3
a tireless phantom flitted	3
resume as i chant	3
through all the middle	3
to come home for	3
buckle the straps carefully	3
through all the doorways	3
the sorrowful vast phantom	3
forty millions of people	3
in man or woman	3
over all the sea	3
manly life in the	3
a memorandum at a	3
so strong you thump	3
talking to its children	3
you to do with	3
gloomiest fears and doubts	3
i should say it	3
to the south and	3
stands behind aside me	3
i bend to the	3
as they tramp down	3
is the exuding of	3
desperate vengeful port strides	3
midnight glimmer upon us	3
to wear their accoutrements	3
hear and see not	3
transparent after the rain	3
path near by the	3
would be too fearful	3
lay on the ground	3
then to the third	3
as stars in the	3
the women and men	3
that she might withdraw	3
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maidens and young men	3
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