mv: ‘./input-file.zip’ and ‘./input-file.zip’ are the same file Creating study carrel named waltWhitman-from-gutenberg Initializing database Unzipping Archive: input-file.zip creating: ./tmp/input/input-file/ inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/27494.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/8388.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/8813.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/8801.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/35725.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/metadata.csv caution: excluded filename not matched: *MACOSX* === updating bibliographic database Building study carrel named waltWhitman-from-gutenberg FILE: cache/8801.txt OUTPUT: txt/8801.txt FILE: cache/27494.txt OUTPUT: txt/27494.txt FILE: cache/35725.txt OUTPUT: txt/35725.txt FILE: cache/8388.txt OUTPUT: txt/8388.txt FILE: cache/8813.txt OUTPUT: txt/8813.txt === file2bib.sh === id: 8801 author: Whitman, Walt title: Drum-Taps date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/8801.txt cache: ./cache/8801.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'8801.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 27494 author: Whitman, Walt title: The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/27494.txt cache: ./cache/27494.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'27494.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 35725 author: Whitman, Walt title: The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/35725.txt cache: ./cache/35725.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'35725.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 8388 author: Whitman, Walt title: Poems by Walt Whitman date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/8388.txt cache: ./cache/8388.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'8388.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 8813 author: Whitman, Walt title: Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/8813.txt cache: ./cache/8813.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 9 resourceName b'8813.txt' 8801 txt/../ent/8801.ent 27494 txt/../ent/27494.ent 35725 txt/../ent/35725.ent 8388 txt/../ent/8388.ent 8813 txt/../ent/8813.ent 8801 txt/../pos/8801.pos 27494 txt/../pos/27494.pos 35725 txt/../pos/35725.pos 8388 txt/../pos/8388.pos 8813 txt/../pos/8813.pos 8801 txt/../wrd/8801.wrd 27494 txt/../wrd/27494.wrd 35725 txt/../wrd/35725.wrd 8388 txt/../wrd/8388.wrd 8813 txt/../wrd/8813.wrd Done mapping. Reducing waltWhitman-from-gutenberg === reduce.pl bib === id = 27494 author = Whitman, Walt title = The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 27101 sentences = 1870 flesch = 84 summary = And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son. O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul! Of gather'd dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, Death's outlet song of life (for well dear brother I know, Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? life of the woods, the strong day's work, Cities, labours, death, animals, products, war, good and evil--these _Chant me the poem_, it said, _that comes from the soul of America, cache = ./cache/27494.txt txt = ./txt/27494.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 8388 author = Whitman, Walt title = Poems by Walt Whitman date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 68292 sentences = 4678 flesch = 83 summary = you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give The messages of great poets to each man and woman are,--Come to us on equal father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable prefer long-lived things, and favours body and soul the same, and perceives I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely An old man bending, I come among new faces, "Come tell us, old man," (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night. Of him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead; Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, The great masters know the earth's words, and use them more than the Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man--I, the cache = ./cache/8388.txt txt = ./txt/8388.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 8813 author = Whitman, Walt title = Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 241796 sentences = 11920 flesch = 72 summary = them--with a word about Brooklyn and New York cities, the times I lived Living in Brooklyn or New York city from this time forward, my life, and bay scenery, all about New York island, any time of a fine day--the hour, a day, a night like that can never again return. yet, old man," and looks at me with his great bright eyes. quick-passing, characteristic New York scene; the large, good-looking, I say we had best look our times and lands searchingly in the face, like and good man, had impressively said to me, that day--putting in form, If the United States, like the countries of the Old World, are also occurrences, loves, persons, not like many new and some old poets in a preach'd many times on Long Island, New York State. _New York, Great Exposition open'd in 1853._--I went a long time (nearly cache = ./cache/8813.txt txt = ./txt/8813.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 8801 author = Whitman, Walt title = Drum-Taps date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 15019 sentences = 1149 flesch = 87 summary = We ourselves in good time shall have to face and to more, my heart was full of affection for this beautiful old man tear, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities, My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all pass'd over, Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds, O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul! An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,) cache = ./cache/8801.txt txt = ./txt/8801.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 35725 author = Whitman, Walt title = The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 53295 sentences = 3317 flesch = 87 summary = I suppose Jeff got quite a long letter I wrote, from camp, about a week get one meal a day, and know that mother and all are in good health, and Mother, my last letter home was a week ago to-day--we are having a dark _Washington, April 28, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--A letter from Jeff came this Dear mother, I have not heard from George himself; but I got a letter from write soon to Jeff a good long letter--I have wanted to for some time, but _Washington, Tuesday morning, June 9, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--Jeff's letter affecting thing you ever see, the lots of poor sick and wounded young men _Washington, Monday morning, June 22, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--Jeff's letter _Washington, Aug. 11, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--I sent Jeff a letter on O mother, who do you think I got a letter from, two or three days ago? Dear mother, I think twenty times a day about your sickness. cache = ./cache/35725.txt txt = ./txt/35725.txt Building ./etc/reader.txt 8813 35725 8388 8813 35725 8388 number of items: 5 sum of words: 405,503 average size in words: 81,100 average readability score: 82 nouns: day; men; time; man; mother; life; night; years; death; days; nothing; soul; war; world; earth; way; one; city; letter; part; things; something; sea; love; eyes; others; times; people; poems; side; place; face; soldiers; air; women; hand; hour; land; work; sun; anything; rest; house; hospital; heart; head; lands; hospitals; literature; poet verbs: is; was; have; be; are; had; has; see; were; been; do; am; come; think; give; know; say; go; make; saw; get; hear; made; said; came; write; does; heard; did; wounded; seen; let; went; take; find; tell; put; found; seems; being; going; left; thought; look; got; feel; sent; comes; stand; born adjectives: great; old; good; many; little; other; young; more; last; such; own; long; first; new; same; much; best; full; few; large; dear; whole; strong; poor; american; dead; real; present; sick; white; certain; clear; beautiful; most; perfect; high; human; true; fine; bad; several; general; sweet; vast; small; common; black; better; greatest; wild adverbs: not; so; here; up; now; then; very; only; more; there; out; well; ever; never; too; even; as; down; yet; just; again; far; most; perhaps; all; still; indeed; always; also; on; long; much; sometimes; away; off; back; often; n''t; quite; in; almost; over; soon; enough; especially; about; forth; really; probably; first pronouns: i; it; you; he; his; my; me; them; they; their; its; we; him; our; your; her; us; she; myself; himself; itself; themselves; one; thy; thee; yourself; ours; ourselves; herself; mine; theirs; yours; thyself; elias; oneself; hers; ''em; wh; unabash''d; turn''d; there,--the; tart; sat; privilege,--they; peace!--your; objects,--they; o; noon)--the; it)--saw; it''s proper nouns: _; new; america; states; york; washington; c.; whitman; george; jeff; mr.; brooklyn; west; united; walt; god; north; mother; lincoln; world; nature; union; south; old; thou; president; mrs.; shakspere; long; may; manhattan; england; boston; mat; europe; sunday; mississippi; pennsylvania; virginia; island; april; w.; john; east; state; june; grass; ohio; heaven; american keywords: long; day; whitman; states; new; mr.; manhattan; man; good; america; york; year; washington; time; sunday; south; song; soldier; president; pioneers; north; mother; like; land; great; grass; george; death; brooklyn; world; word; woman; west; walt; united; union; thy; thou; thee; st.; soul; shakspere; sea; poem; philadelphia; pennsylvania; pass; park; old; night one topic; one dimension: day file(s): ./cache/27494.txt titles(s): The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman three topics; one dimension: new; great; mother file(s): ./cache/8813.txt, ./cache/8388.txt, ./cache/35725.txt titles(s): Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy | Poems by Walt Whitman | The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion five topics; three dimensions: new day old; great day man; mother good letter; transports coats fortified; transports coats fortified file(s): ./cache/8813.txt, ./cache/8388.txt, ./cache/35725.txt, ./cache/8801.txt, ./cache/8801.txt titles(s): Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy | Poems by Walt Whitman | The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion | Drum-Taps | Drum-Taps Type: gutenberg title: waltWhitman-from-gutenberg date: 2021-03-07 time: 13:05 username: emorgan patron: Eric Morgan email: emorgan@nd.edu input: author:"Whitman, Walt" ==== make-pages.sh htm files ==== make-pages.sh complex files ==== make-pages.sh named enities ==== making bibliographics id: 27494 author: Whitman, Walt title: The Patriotic Poems of Walt Whitman date: words: 27101 sentences: 1870 pages: flesch: 84 cache: ./cache/27494.txt txt: ./txt/27494.txt summary: And come to the front door mother, here''s a letter from thy dear son. O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother''s soul! Of gather''d dead from all America, North, South, East, West, whence Arm''d regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me And the great star early droop''d in the western sky in the night, Death''s outlet song of life (for well dear brother I know, Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? life of the woods, the strong day''s work, Cities, labours, death, animals, products, war, good and evil--these _Chant me the poem_, it said, _that comes from the soul of America, id: 8388 author: Whitman, Walt title: Poems by Walt Whitman date: words: 68292 sentences: 4678 pages: flesch: 83 cache: ./cache/8388.txt txt: ./txt/8388.txt summary: you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give The messages of great poets to each man and woman are,--Come to us on equal father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable prefer long-lived things, and favours body and soul the same, and perceives I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely An old man bending, I come among new faces, "Come tell us, old man," (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night. Of him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead; Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, The great masters know the earth''s words, and use them more than the Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man--I, the id: 8813 author: Whitman, Walt title: Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy date: words: 241796 sentences: 11920 pages: flesch: 72 cache: ./cache/8813.txt txt: ./txt/8813.txt summary: them--with a word about Brooklyn and New York cities, the times I lived Living in Brooklyn or New York city from this time forward, my life, and bay scenery, all about New York island, any time of a fine day--the hour, a day, a night like that can never again return. yet, old man," and looks at me with his great bright eyes. quick-passing, characteristic New York scene; the large, good-looking, I say we had best look our times and lands searchingly in the face, like and good man, had impressively said to me, that day--putting in form, If the United States, like the countries of the Old World, are also occurrences, loves, persons, not like many new and some old poets in a preach''d many times on Long Island, New York State. _New York, Great Exposition open''d in 1853._--I went a long time (nearly id: 8801 author: Whitman, Walt title: Drum-Taps date: words: 15019 sentences: 1149 pages: flesch: 87 cache: ./cache/8801.txt txt: ./txt/8801.txt summary: We ourselves in good time shall have to face and to more, my heart was full of affection for this beautiful old man tear, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son Arm''d regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities, My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all pass''d over, Baptized that day in many a young man''s bloody wounds, O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother''s soul! An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,) id: 35725 author: Whitman, Walt title: The Wound Dresser A Series of Letters Written from the Hospitals in Washington during the War of the Rebellion date: words: 53295 sentences: 3317 pages: flesch: 87 cache: ./cache/35725.txt txt: ./txt/35725.txt summary: I suppose Jeff got quite a long letter I wrote, from camp, about a week get one meal a day, and know that mother and all are in good health, and Mother, my last letter home was a week ago to-day--we are having a dark _Washington, April 28, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--A letter from Jeff came this Dear mother, I have not heard from George himself; but I got a letter from write soon to Jeff a good long letter--I have wanted to for some time, but _Washington, Tuesday morning, June 9, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--Jeff''s letter affecting thing you ever see, the lots of poor sick and wounded young men _Washington, Monday morning, June 22, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--Jeff''s letter _Washington, Aug. 11, 1863._ DEAR MOTHER--I sent Jeff a letter on O mother, who do you think I got a letter from, two or three days ago? Dear mother, I think twenty times a day about your sickness. ==== make-pages.sh questions ==== make-pages.sh search ==== make-pages.sh topic modeling corpus Zipping study carrel