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quadgram | frequency |
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it shall be you | 14 |
the shape of the | 12 |
i do not know | 11 |
in the midst of | 11 |
as much as the | 11 |
of men and women | 10 |
just as much as | 10 |
you whoever you are | 10 |
i do not doubt | 10 |
in the open air | 10 |
it seems to me | 9 |
of the earth and | 8 |
the sound of the | 8 |
know what it is | 7 |
the mother of all | 7 |
are you and me | 7 |
do not know what | 7 |
unfolded out of the | 7 |
the face of the | 7 |
a man or woman | 7 |
and comes back most | 6 |
i will make the | 6 |
is in its place | 6 |
back most to him | 6 |
comes back most to | 6 |
of him i love | 6 |
the head of the | 6 |
the midst of the | 6 |
high in the air | 6 |
do not doubt that | 6 |
the same as the | 5 |
i swear i will | 5 |
i see where the | 5 |
the words of the | 5 |
the place of the | 5 |
for you and me | 5 |
welcome are lands of | 5 |
i do not think | 5 |
to him or her | 5 |
i will see if | 5 |
the edge of the | 5 |
the maker of poems | 5 |
the men and women | 5 |
i do not say | 5 |
the breast of the | 5 |
the body and the | 5 |
it is not the | 5 |
the city of the | 4 |
will see if i | 4 |
to the leavend soil | 4 |
be thou my god | 4 |
the body of the | 4 |
for men and women | 4 |
now it seems to | 4 |
the word of the | 4 |
to men and women | 4 |
and often to me | 4 |
out of the night | 4 |
i know not what | 4 |
became part of him | 4 |
the song of the | 4 |
over the whole earth | 4 |
where the city of | 4 |
by day and night | 4 |
of all dead soldiers | 4 |
close of the day | 4 |
at the close of | 4 |
if they are not | 4 |
sun and moon and | 4 |
of the light and | 4 |
i know i am | 4 |
the day and night | 4 |
the beach at night | 4 |
from head to foot | 4 |
are hand in hand | 4 |
and i in the | 4 |
and i will show | 4 |
nor the place of | 4 |
o the joy of | 4 |
in the name of | 4 |
than there is now | 4 |
the whole of the | 4 |
and i do not | 4 |
me by the hand | 4 |
the close of the | 4 |
at the head of | 4 |
i have dreamd that | 4 |
good as the best | 4 |
the earth and of | 4 |
as good as the | 4 |
on the beach at | 4 |
who but i should | 4 |
more than all the | 4 |
the songs of the | 4 |
the sight of the | 4 |
but i do not | 4 |
or north or south | 3 |
men and women i | 3 |
i am he that | 3 |
am the poet of | 3 |
on the beach of | 3 |
do you hear the | 3 |
out of the folds | 3 |
o i think it | 3 |
for i am the | 3 |
not know what it | 3 |
i in the middle | 3 |
what do you think | 3 |
be the poet of | 3 |
that there is no | 3 |
the theme of my | 3 |
i am determind to | 3 |
it is not you | 3 |
the poet of the | 3 |
i know it is | 3 |
day and night with | 3 |
will make a song | 3 |
and there is no | 3 |
i am he who | 3 |
but i know it | 3 |
brigade of the youngest | 3 |
body and the soul | 3 |
the garden the world | 3 |
sparkles from the wheel | 3 |
me it shall be | 3 |
fallen cold and dead | 3 |
and i am the | 3 |
it must be so | 3 |
unfolded only out of | 3 |
of a man or | 3 |
is it in me | 3 |
i hear the cry | 3 |
i see them in | 3 |
the shores i know | 3 |
herbage of my breast | 3 |
where i was born | 3 |
of the past and | 3 |
name of these states | 3 |
the sun and stars | 3 |
with thy equal brood | 3 |
that formd this scene | 3 |
i swear i begin | 3 |
i give you my | 3 |
of the day and | 3 |
i am not to | 3 |
i do not see | 3 |
i do not ask | 3 |
the blood of the | 3 |
of the mother of | 3 |
the leavend soil they | 3 |
often to me they | 3 |
of the young men | 3 |
i am the poet | 3 |
do not know how | 3 |
i will show that | 3 |
the war is over | 3 |
leavend soil they trod | 3 |
the fruits of the | 3 |
i know that the | 3 |
if you do not | 3 |
love for men and | 3 |
i am for those | 3 |
this face is a | 3 |
by blue ontarios shore | 3 |
and the like of | 3 |
any part of the | 3 |
the centre of the | 3 |
of the body and | 3 |
i hear the sound | 3 |
the streets of manhattan | 3 |
any thing in the | 3 |
any one i love | 3 |
he going with me | 3 |
those men and women | 3 |
for i would be | 3 |
and i will make | 3 |
the true son of | 3 |
the divine power to | 3 |
i know not where | 3 |
by my nighest name | 3 |
are he or she | 3 |
efflux of the soul | 3 |
the fluid and attaching | 3 |
spirit that formd this | 3 |
fluid and attaching character | 3 |
the name of these | 3 |
i think i have | 3 |
those of the earth | 3 |
and who has been | 3 |
the beach of the | 3 |
whispers of heavenly death | 3 |
what is it in | 3 |
more beautiful than the | 3 |
men and women like | 3 |
i think i could | 3 |
i know that they | 3 |
it is not in | 3 |
it in me that | 3 |
up and down the | 3 |
men and women that | 3 |
the spread of the | 3 |
and as to you | 3 |
the banks of the | 3 |
the words of true | 3 |
i swear to you | 3 |
for ever and ever | 3 |
i see that the | 3 |
i will make a | 3 |
cross from shore to | 3 |
the shape of my | 3 |
mother with thy equal | 3 |
by the bivouacs fitful | 3 |
the efflux of the | 3 |
what are you doing | 3 |
do you think i | 3 |
of the great idea | 3 |
from shore to shore | 3 |
the law of the | 3 |
they do not know | 3 |
the earth does not | 3 |
what i am for | 3 |
of war and peace | 3 |
the shores of the | 3 |
the light and air | 3 |
and that they are | 3 |
oer all the rest | 3 |
see if i am | 3 |
i begin to see | 3 |
sing the songs of | 3 |
over the tops of | 3 |
the good old cause | 3 |
a reminiscence of the | 3 |
and i know that | 3 |
him or her who | 3 |
power to speak words | 3 |
the likes of you | 3 |
of the western shore | 3 |
swear i begin to | 3 |
as one by one | 3 |
the thought of death | 3 |
what do you suppose | 3 |
swear i will never | 3 |
the rest of the | 3 |
if i am to | 3 |
the gates of the | 3 |
thou mother with thy | 3 |
the clank of the | 3 |
the folds of the | 3 |
divine power to speak | 3 |
i think it is | 3 |
no matter what the | 3 |
you are he or | 3 |
i see again the | 3 |
if it must be | 3 |
the bivouacs fitful flame | 3 |
i am not the | 3 |
the tale of the | 3 |
words of true poems | 3 |
the days and nights | 3 |
fly like a bird | 3 |
the call of the | 3 |
the idea of all | 3 |
souls of men and | 3 |
lands of the western | 3 |
do you not see | 3 |
true son of god | 3 |
in man or woman | 3 |
only out of the | 3 |
the past and present | 3 |
the neck of the | 3 |
what it is in | 3 |
scented herbage of my | 2 |
the singer in the | 2 |
the house that serves | 2 |
you do not know | 2 |
i see and know | 2 |
i know very well | 2 |
at a ships helm | 2 |
at night in the | 2 |
swam up my bay | 2 |
know who i am | 2 |
the frailest leaves of | 2 |
the role that is | 2 |
double the cape of | 2 |
ages returning at intervals | 2 |
me now in hand | 2 |
you shall possess the | 2 |
here the frailest leaves | 2 |
the mother of many | 2 |
for reasons of their | 2 |
to me in the | 2 |
charge you that you | 2 |
of the nation of | 2 |
let us go forth | 2 |
o songs for a | 2 |
as i walk by | 2 |
to the front door | 2 |
bullet could never kill | 2 |
hushd be the camps | 2 |
to open my mouth | 2 |
have you ever loved | 2 |
tale of the murder | 2 |
from my ribbd breast | 2 |
these and more are | 2 |
the face of an | 2 |
spacious and haughty states | 2 |
the show of the | 2 |
building the house that | 2 |
half an hour high | 2 |
not doubt that the | 2 |
or waiting to arrive | 2 |
not gods or any | 2 |
for his brother and | 2 |
o to be a | 2 |
woman waits for me | 2 |
shaped leaves of rich | 2 |
i am a man | 2 |
on any of the | 2 |
one building the house | 2 |
for others sake to | 2 |
see the tracks of | 2 |
modes of expressing love | 2 |
you would have to | 2 |
of these states is | 2 |
with any one i | 2 |
in the middle and | 2 |
is not more than | 2 |
quest of the holy | 2 |
or i guess it | 2 |
mother of many children | 2 |
this dust was once | 2 |
the placid pastoral region | 2 |
the poet of comrades | 2 |
march in the ranks | 2 |
dropt in the night | 2 |
love day and night | 2 |
slowly and surely they | 2 |
will soon be better | 2 |
i am not as | 2 |
that shadow my likeness | 2 |
you felons on trial | 2 |
in the distance the | 2 |
much as the seasons | 2 |
in the sunlit water | 2 |
us richness and variety | 2 |
why should i be | 2 |
now finale to the | 2 |
and waits for you | 2 |
this moment yearning and | 2 |
after his days work | 2 |
something in a trance | 2 |
on my mothers side | 2 |
body and the mind | 2 |
and that it is | 2 |
i hear america singing | 2 |
lost if it must | 2 |
the field one night | 2 |
much as to any | 2 |
kept on the field | 2 |
along the grand roads | 2 |
that i have written | 2 |
not say they are | 2 |
are holding me now | 2 |
there in the white | 2 |
and depart on your | 2 |
have you reckond them | 2 |
and leaves themselves alone | 2 |
the deities of the | 2 |
of city and country | 2 |
related on my mothers | 2 |
was charged against me | 2 |
my pen in hand | 2 |
not for nothing have | 2 |
the secret of the | 2 |
and in your and | 2 |
out of the roots | 2 |
i took part in | 2 |
as the time draws | 2 |
nor the bayonet stab | 2 |
my senses and flesh | 2 |
back again give me | 2 |
for those who belong | 2 |
bend your proud neck | 2 |
as adam early in | 2 |
it is not to | 2 |
the ground washington trod | 2 |
out of the war | 2 |
the life and death | 2 |
of the present and | 2 |
at thy portals also | 2 |
and the bay of | 2 |
youth pertains to me | 2 |
that comes which has | 2 |
and the voice of | 2 |
not one jot less | 2 |
i hear the great | 2 |
loved the body of | 2 |
the child of the | 2 |
love to be with | 2 |
lilacs last in the | 2 |
is every bit as | 2 |
under the present and | 2 |
a song for you | 2 |
i say it is | 2 |
and if the body | 2 |
of the folds of | 2 |
what your children en | 2 |
is the time of | 2 |
yellow light over the | 2 |
as i wended the | 2 |
journeys through the states | 2 |
the smoke of the | 2 |
bearing the cross on | 2 |
purple of the hills | 2 |
i see what is | 2 |
to the east and | 2 |
soon shall the winters | 2 |
on journeys through the | 2 |
it and pass it | 2 |
that there be no | 2 |
low in the west | 2 |
i do not deny | 2 |
and who but i | 2 |
i charge you that | 2 |
is just as wonderful | 2 |
of each and all | 2 |
the grass in the | 2 |
once more to thee | 2 |
is clear at last | 2 |
the life that has | 2 |
and all over the | 2 |
the divine ship sails | 2 |
that is really me | 2 |
the great chastity of | 2 |
has the quality to | 2 |
the stately and rapid | 2 |
heat flames up and | 2 |
are complete in themselves | 2 |
i believe you are | 2 |
i hear the rhythmic | 2 |
see how it would | 2 |
the home of the | 2 |
is your hold o | 2 |
the dazzle of day | 2 |
with all thy gifts | 2 |
is one of the | 2 |
when i heard at | 2 |
for who but i | 2 |
i sit and look | 2 |
i would be the | 2 |
equally with the male | 2 |
o ship of france | 2 |
i sit by the | 2 |
use the wings of | 2 |
i fly like a | 2 |
in the ground and | 2 |
a noiseless patient spider | 2 |
that trembled and reeld | 2 |
not heat flames up | 2 |
the same as life | 2 |
i will not make | 2 |
them the fathers of | 2 |
i am willing to | 2 |
body of a woman | 2 |
o thou within this | 2 |
old general at bay | 2 |
time and space and | 2 |
stuffd with the stuff | 2 |
the body of a | 2 |
port and hawsers tie | 2 |
but i should understand | 2 |
to me they are | 2 |
house that serves him | 2 |
the depths of my | 2 |
which none else is | 2 |
as they draw to | 2 |
i know not whither | 2 |
i hear it was | 2 |
comes which has the | 2 |
any part of it | 2 |
i believe the likes | 2 |
on her dead gazing | 2 |
and long has the | 2 |
whose work is done | 2 |
a song for occupations | 2 |
the open air i | 2 |
as high as i | 2 |
by the jamb of | 2 |
vigil strange i kept | 2 |
i perceive i have | 2 |
their arms about each | 2 |
dead on their backs | 2 |
return of the heroes | 2 |
or young or old | 2 |
in its place and | 2 |
soon out of their | 2 |
ages and ages returning | 2 |
the good of the | 2 |
to madness and joy | 2 |
do not doubt i | 2 |
to the states to | 2 |
to get the final | 2 |
exactly the value of | 2 |
i resign myself to | 2 |
greek and germanic systems | 2 |
son of god shall | 2 |
identity beyond the grave | 2 |
a promise to california | 2 |
out of their hearts | 2 |
as it should be | 2 |
the hold of the | 2 |
there in the night | 2 |
of his neck and | 2 |
as the greeks signal | 2 |
it was charged against | 2 |
the name of each | 2 |
pass and are gone | 2 |
that cannot tell itself | 2 |
same as the men | 2 |
old ages lambent peaks | 2 |
look down fair moon | 2 |
is to come the | 2 |
song of the rolling | 2 |
in the dooryard bloomd | 2 |
roots and leaves themselves | 2 |
and that is the | 2 |
she for whom the | 2 |
the souls of men | 2 |
the fierce old mother | 2 |
the wars of the | 2 |
darest thou now o | 2 |
blithe throat of thine | 2 |
each man and woman | 2 |
at dead of night | 2 |
be ye my gods | 2 |
them as i do | 2 |
dreamd in a dream | 2 |
four hundred and twelve | 2 |
is little or nothing | 2 |
his arms with measureless | 2 |
around the idea of | 2 |
reach it and pass | 2 |
the crop shall never | 2 |
the sounds of the | 2 |
of these states and | 2 |
sing the song of | 2 |
dust was once the | 2 |
with these and the | 2 |
with the banner and | 2 |
of god to be | 2 |
the best of the | 2 |
of those who are | 2 |
to and from the | 2 |
o days of the | 2 |
even pace the round | 2 |
to you finding the | 2 |
what will yet be | 2 |
in the centre of | 2 |
hear it was charged | 2 |
saw old general at | 2 |
your and my name | 2 |
that loves unrequited sleeps | 2 |
do not know whether | 2 |
till of a sudden | 2 |
what think you i | 2 |
the south and the | 2 |
it is to be | 2 |
the teacher and the | 2 |
of what is calld | 2 |
so dear to me | 2 |
sailing in and out | 2 |
perfect men and women | 2 |
count on the fruits | 2 |
not curious about god | 2 |
of your hand to | 2 |
once i passd through | 2 |
in cabind ships at | 2 |
him that was crucified | 2 |
and again at sunset | 2 |
make the poems of | 2 |
and along the shores | 2 |
the present and the | 2 |
of the greatness of | 2 |
of cities and the | 2 |
the growth of the | 2 |
flags of all nations | 2 |
the fathers of sons | 2 |
as i sit writing | 2 |
winters foil be here | 2 |
camp in the daybreak | 2 |
others will see the | 2 |
and i say to | 2 |
welcome those of the | 2 |
seasons pursuing each other | 2 |
one poor little child | 2 |
an old mans thought | 2 |
it is not for | 2 |
to be enough for | 2 |
thou orb aloft full | 2 |
i guess it is | 2 |
pass the straits of | 2 |
i see that what | 2 |
through the smoke of | 2 |
has become of the | 2 |
i take my pen | 2 |
would serve to have | 2 |
objects of the universe | 2 |
i love day and | 2 |
you may reach it | 2 |
do not ask who | 2 |
of the terrible doubt | 2 |
terrible doubt of appearances | 2 |
to those whove faild | 2 |
to speak to me | 2 |
do not see one | 2 |
out of the rolling | 2 |
was a child went | 2 |
time of a man | 2 |
have dared to open | 2 |
rose prophetic a voice | 2 |
head of the army | 2 |
an armd race is | 2 |
by the rising sun | 2 |
grave of him i | 2 |
in the hour of | 2 |
heard at the close | 2 |
of day and night | 2 |
should be the poet | 2 |
i did not know | 2 |
the actor or actress | 2 |
through the open air | 2 |
all the gifts of | 2 |
average man of to | 2 |
i see in thee | 2 |
as they lie unclothed | 2 |
it is not what | 2 |
i say the form | 2 |
their work is done | 2 |
the water and the | 2 |
the myth of heaven | 2 |
will yet be supplied | 2 |
in camp in the | 2 |
to port and hawsers | 2 |
the one i sing | 2 |
the hip of the | 2 |
the shores of my | 2 |
may praise what they | 2 |
i saw in louisiana | 2 |
as i ebbd with | 2 |
through a populous city | 2 |
stand and look at | 2 |
my son and my | 2 |
cause of the friendship | 2 |
the prisoners in the | 2 |
what it was to | 2 |
armd race is advancing | 2 |
daybreak gray and dim | 2 |
the criminal that stood | 2 |
of me it shall | 2 |
you ever loved the | 2 |
in his arms with | 2 |
who are you that | 2 |
theory of the earth | 2 |
fields of clover and | 2 |
playing its part and | 2 |
clear and sweet is | 2 |
the soul of the | 2 |
think has become of | 2 |
small the theme of | 2 |
there is something fierce | 2 |
and they on the | 2 |
after the dazzle of | 2 |
though the one i | 2 |
or on any of | 2 |
complete is worthier far | 2 |
as at thy portals | 2 |
taken soon out of | 2 |
you think has become | 2 |
the breath of my | 2 |
on the fruits of | 2 |
the idea of thee | 2 |
but i should be | 2 |
and those of the | 2 |
and see you the | 2 |
sleep lovingly side by | 2 |
as i walk these | 2 |
give me the splendid | 2 |
in time and space | 2 |
the new person drawn | 2 |
whether that is really | 2 |
know that they go | 2 |
rise o days from | 2 |
depart on your way | 2 |
there was a child | 2 |
high as i can | 2 |
blood of the brawn | 2 |
a carol closing sixty | 2 |
with the love of | 2 |
have said that the | 2 |
many a dying soldier | 2 |
yet not you alone | 2 |
nor the cause of | 2 |
wended the shores i | 2 |
songs for a prelude | 2 |
i lay with my | 2 |
the return of the | 2 |
as much as it | 2 |
a woman waits for | 2 |
the light and shade | 2 |
or any part of | 2 |
me and mock me | 2 |
and in due time | 2 |
their backs with arms | 2 |
minute or second without | 2 |
the fall of alamo | 2 |
the living look upon | 2 |
be aware i sit | 2 |
now if a thousand | 2 |
worthy for the muse | 2 |
of the new world | 2 |
them long and long | 2 |
felons on trial in | 2 |
i was looking a | 2 |
and henceforth i will | 2 |
form complete is worthier | 2 |
part of the earth | 2 |
a thousand perfect men | 2 |
o you whom i | 2 |
be persuaded many times | 2 |
the look out of | 2 |
in the western sky | 2 |
i sing the body | 2 |
all over the earth | 2 |
beach at night alone | 2 |
thou now o soul | 2 |
young man and woman | 2 |
who learns my lesson | 2 |
i have said that | 2 |
make a song for | 2 |
present on the past | 2 |
and beauty of the | 2 |
of what avail am | 2 |
the deck my captain | 2 |
for i think i | 2 |
i hear of the | 2 |
you whom i often | 2 |
of the glory of | 2 |
you lingering sparse leaves | 2 |
every lesson but its | 2 |
how solemn as one | 2 |
the sobbing of the | 2 |
starting i fly like | 2 |
i read the book | 2 |
you the new person | 2 |
was looking a long | 2 |
the life of the | 2 |
crop shall never run | 2 |
the roof over the | 2 |
looking a long while | 2 |
man or that woman | 2 |
trembled and reeld beneath | 2 |
carnage rose prophetic a | 2 |
sleep for their time | 2 |
i kept on the | 2 |
the sound of my | 2 |
grand roads of the | 2 |
the supper and talk | 2 |
i say there is | 2 |
but what you may | 2 |
i call to the | 2 |
the grand roads of | 2 |
o star of france | 2 |
to more than india | 2 |
those who are with | 2 |
the bridegroom and the | 2 |
men and women were | 2 |
no interest in them | 2 |
alone far in the | 2 |
songs of the glory | 2 |
i am in love | 2 |
or she for whom | 2 |
others pass the straits | 2 |
it is in me | 2 |
went forth every day | 2 |
lesson but its own | 2 |
or any mans life | 2 |
is not you i | 2 |
bride by the hand | 2 |
it is in the | 2 |
to give up all | 2 |
over the roofs of | 2 |
pursuing each other the | 2 |
i see that they | 2 |
the time of a | 2 |
the wet of woods | 2 |
and reachd till you | 2 |
and my loving comrade | 2 |
the wings of the | 2 |
all the things of | 2 |
all the shows of | 2 |
little or nothing to | 2 |
than all that has | 2 |
his bride by the | 2 |
singing the song of | 2 |
corpses of young men | 2 |
him or her i | 2 |
amplitude of the earth | 2 |
does not exhibit itself | 2 |
ever loved the body | 2 |
the bottom of the | 2 |
will make the poems | 2 |
after all but a | 2 |
what are those of | 2 |
i stand and look | 2 |
life and death of | 2 |
sometimes with one i | 2 |
i believe in you | 2 |
borne through the open | 2 |
you i take my | 2 |
sweet pipes of the | 2 |
the light of the | 2 |
heaving from my ribbd | 2 |
of old and young | 2 |
words of the earth | 2 |
what have you to | 2 |
on the breast of | 2 |
how can i but | 2 |
hundred and twelve young | 2 |
the eastern and western | 2 |
and all that is | 2 |
on equal terms with | 2 |
and on the other | 2 |
over the carnage rose | 2 |
by twos and threes | 2 |
we know not why | 2 |
how it would serve | 2 |
the actor and actress | 2 |
see the results of | 2 |
spirit whose work is | 2 |
the round worlds promenade | 2 |
from east to west | 2 |
know what i am | 2 |
the voice of my | 2 |
singing what belongs to | 2 |
husband sleeps by his | 2 |
of clover and timothy | 2 |
loves me and whom | 2 |
all that has ever | 2 |
am i after all | 2 |
and twelve young men | 2 |
the grave of him | 2 |
the history of the | 2 |
you are holding me | 2 |
final lilt of songs | 2 |
long scan of waves | 2 |
peruse the conquerd fame | 2 |
a minute or second | 2 |
underlie the maker of | 2 |
ship puzzled at sea | 2 |
the banner at daybreak | 2 |
of that blithe throat | 2 |
sank in the sea | 2 |
years before these states | 2 |
day and night i | 2 |
to be free to | 2 |
years is the time | 2 |
i have dared to | 2 |
provided for in the | 2 |
cabind ships at sea | 2 |
be freer than all | 2 |
furnish your parts toward | 2 |
eastern and western seas | 2 |
me more than all | 2 |
on the actor or | 2 |
the like of these | 2 |
proud music of the | 2 |
i will be the | 2 |
we two boys together | 2 |
at the bottom of | 2 |
no matter how long | 2 |
far in the north | 2 |
the rim of the | 2 |
thanks in old age | 2 |
as good is in | 2 |
do you think has | 2 |
in the depths of | 2 |
when i peruse the | 2 |
from top to toe | 2 |
see to it that | 2 |
that you should be | 2 |
for the last time | 2 |
pensive on her dead | 2 |
are not to be | 2 |
that flushes and flushes | 2 |
of the rolling ocean | 2 |
in due time you | 2 |
by broad potomacs shore | 2 |
and whom i love | 2 |
others may praise what | 2 |
do as much as | 2 |
fruits of the gushing | 2 |
my ribbd breast only | 2 |
to thee an hour | 2 |
am a man who | 2 |
i ascend to the | 2 |
i sit writing here | 2 |
but it stretches and | 2 |
pleasd me so much | 2 |
the cry of the | 2 |
that it is not | 2 |
him i love day | 2 |
west from californias shores | 2 |
out of the land | 2 |
sounds of the winter | 2 |
the redwood forest dense | 2 |
victress on the peaks | 2 |
there in the fragrant | 2 |
prisoners in the prisons | 2 |
i see in you | 2 |
the other side of | 2 |
with the whole earth | 2 |
under many a star | 2 |
arms with measureless love | 2 |
i often and silently | 2 |
or any number of | 2 |
singer in the prison | 2 |
stand or fall with | 2 |
me the same as | 2 |
i do not forget | 2 |
no time to lose | 2 |
head in your lap | 2 |
the banner and pennant | 2 |
these shows of the | 2 |
passage to more than | 2 |
in them the fathers | 2 |
for the soul of | 2 |
what is yet to | 2 |
is born of woman | 2 |
and the charm of | 2 |
i see the results | 2 |
musical flowing through ages | 2 |
night on the prairies | 2 |
eat and sleep with | 2 |
each side of the | 2 |
am he that aches | 2 |
the likes of the | 2 |
to be put in | 2 |
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a song of the | 2 |
in the rush of | 2 |
that stood in the | 2 |
world below the brine | 2 |
strong is your hold | 2 |
moving and black lines | 2 |
on the face of | 2 |
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have never been masterd | 2 |
in the faces of | 2 |
by you and all | 2 |
see one building the | 2 |
sail out for good | 2 |
from the countenances of | 2 |
of the day with | 2 |
what avail am i | 2 |
truths of the earth | 2 |
forget you are sick | 2 |
the east and to | 2 |
the day when i | 2 |
sails the divine sea | 2 |
one hour to madness | 2 |
the true new world | 2 |
all the prisoners in | 2 |
the world below the | 2 |
of the friendship i | 2 |
long and long has | 2 |
mothers voice in lullaby | 2 |
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the fields and woods | 2 |
of life and death | 2 |
just as much evil | 2 |
passd through a populous | 2 |
the dear love of | 2 |
would it amount to | 2 |
you my son and | 2 |
year of these states | 2 |
stars in the sky | 2 |
you look on the | 2 |
tides with ceaseless swell | 2 |
i reach to the | 2 |
not a minute or | 2 |
strange i kept on | 2 |
the work of the | 2 |
aware i sit content | 2 |
fellows working on farms | 2 |
in your and my | 2 |
reasons of their own | 2 |
reminiscence of the land | 2 |
did you wait for | 2 |
for him i sing | 2 |
my lover the sea | 2 |
i see the crusaders | 2 |
the elder and younger | 2 |
the greeks signal flame | 2 |
thou within this tomb | 2 |
to tell the best | 2 |
ship sails the divine | 2 |
head is over all | 2 |
the sky and stars | 2 |
of what was once | 2 |
with the ocean of | 2 |
that you do not | 2 |
behold this swarthy face | 2 |
every man and woman | 2 |
the voice of the | 2 |
the flood comes in | 2 |
the ocean and the | 2 |
rest of the earth | 2 |
i passd through a | 2 |
what were they then | 2 |
and yet not you | 2 |
light over the tops | 2 |
the strong and arrogant | 2 |
in the ranks hard | 2 |
the ships in the | 2 |
and i answer for | 2 |
it is not my | 2 |
i dreamd in a | 2 |
of the rolling earth | 2 |
do not say they | 2 |
your brother or dearest | 2 |
never again on earth | 2 |
who died and was | 2 |
any more than my | 2 |
and i charge you | 2 |
i could forget the | 2 |
with my head in | 2 |
the cradle endlessly rocking | 2 |
of all the earth | 2 |
and who art thou | 2 |
the female equally with | 2 |
if a phantom caressd | 2 |
and never will be | 2 |
or day or night | 2 |
for i see that | 2 |
every bit as much | 2 |
not to the audience | 2 |
cloth i saw there | 2 |
at last to the | 2 |
fresh free giver the | 2 |
and look at the | 2 |
bit as much as | 2 |
frailest leaves of me | 2 |
but has reference to | 2 |
a sight in camp | 2 |
in the street and | 2 |
one jot less than | 2 |
is provided for in | 2 |
and ages returning at | 2 |
south and the north | 2 |
if i am not | 2 |
the great pastoral plains | 2 |
and all of the | 2 |
you that wanted only | 2 |
men and women of | 2 |
i see all the | 2 |
i swear they are | 2 |
a few inches from | 2 |
i thought i was | 2 |
midst of the crowd | 2 |
them east and west | 2 |
those were the words | 2 |
what you really are | 2 |
the eddies of the | 2 |
of the earth is | 2 |
he is one of | 2 |
what would it amount | 2 |
and reeld beneath me | 2 |
dear to me my | 2 |
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each for its kind | 2 |
the sun and moon | 2 |
after a long march | 2 |
i loved so well | 2 |
walk these broad majestic | 2 |
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like of the same | 2 |
they draw to a | 2 |
you shall see the | 2 |
the pulse of the | 2 |
the dalliance of the | 2 |
flames up and consumes | 2 |
the bullet could never | 2 |
to be yielded to | 2 |
face of the mother | 2 |
i hang on the | 2 |
trees in the woods | 2 |
the days of war | 2 |
as i walkd the | 2 |
holding me now in | 2 |
holding me by the | 2 |
who are you my | 2 |
out of the earth | 2 |
heres a letter from | 2 |
i heard you solemn | 2 |
i like knows and | 2 |
affects him or her | 2 |
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and can be none | 2 |
often and silently come | 2 |
what he or she | 2 |
my way through the | 2 |
in the placid pastoral | 2 |
again on earth responding | 2 |
learns my lesson complete | 2 |
and white and red | 2 |
my nights and days | 2 |
not more than the | 2 |
voices of young men | 2 |
and at night the | 2 |
praise what they like | 2 |
i suspect i shall | 2 |
you tides with ceaseless | 2 |
be under the present | 2 |
its part and passing | 2 |
person drawn toward me | 2 |
while not the past | 2 |
and come to the | 2 |
the earth and sky | 2 |
and who are you | 2 |
early in the morning | 2 |
about each others necks | 2 |
as i lay with | 2 |
the one to remain | 2 |
of time and space | 2 |
deck my captain lies | 2 |
shall the winters foil | 2 |
has reference to the | 2 |
ghostly pines so still | 2 |
they do not conceal | 2 |
saw in louisiana a | 2 |
on top of the | 2 |
as i ponderd in | 2 |
last in the dooryard | 2 |
hear the sound of | 2 |
and here and hence | 2 |
shall be under the | 2 |
to the south and | 2 |
i wended the shores | 2 |
that those were the | 2 |
fishes swimming in the | 2 |
music always round me | 2 |
then last of all | 2 |
criminal that stood in | 2 |
any man or woman | 2 |
as i watch the | 2 |
the winters foil be | 2 |
you are the gates | 2 |
sleeps by his wife | 2 |
i ebbd with the | 2 |
on the hip of | 2 |
of the holy graal | 2 |
good is in you | 2 |
it is for thee | 2 |
when i read the | 2 |
long we were foold | 2 |
with their arms about | 2 |
and that all the | 2 |
take to the open | 2 |
a march in the | 2 |
beat up and down | 2 |
i fill myself with | 2 |
pastoral tribes and nomads | 2 |
not doubt i am | 2 |
for you whoever you | 2 |
the brigade of the | 2 |
side by side in | 2 |
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ebbd with the ocean | 2 |
not a day passes | 2 |
shall shine out again | 2 |
in louisiana a live | 2 |
lay with my head | 2 |
of the perfect body | 2 |
kings with even pace | 2 |
first o songs for | 2 |
and i will not | 2 |
you reckond them for | 2 |
what you may reach | 2 |
the corps and generals | 2 |
my head in your | 2 |
to the garden the | 2 |
ten thousand years before | 2 |
leaf for hand in | 2 |
looks back on the | 2 |
that men and women | 2 |
and i say there | 2 |
i see and hear | 2 |
the average man of | 2 |
thy portals also death | 2 |
is for my sake | 2 |
with one i love | 2 |
soldiers south or north | 2 |
that i could forget | 2 |
includes and is the | 2 |
the cause of the | 2 |
the ground and sea | 2 |
foolish and outlawd deeds | 2 |
heard the learnd astronomer | 2 |
the present on the | 2 |
at the last gasp | 2 |
present and past law | 2 |
in the redwood forest | 2 |
not see how it | 2 |
o sight of pity | 2 |
for the great idea | 2 |
in the daybreak gray | 2 |
moment yearning and thoughtful | 2 |
the present and future | 2 |
what you do not | 2 |
and i dreamd i | 2 |
and the outlet again | 2 |
i wanderd virginias woods | 2 |
out of the cradle | 2 |
for i do not | 2 |
mans thought of school | 2 |
and cheerfully pass them | 2 |
only to him or | 2 |
i have not once | 2 |
or ever so many | 2 |
whom i often and | 2 |
and in them the | 2 |
as well as good | 2 |
o soul thou pleasest | 2 |
the ocean of life | 2 |
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generation playing its part | 2 |
sing the body electric | 2 |
i walk these broad | 2 |
with the stuff that | 2 |
for the presidents marshal | 2 |
will not let me | 2 |
theme of my chant | 2 |
states and in your | 2 |
on land and sea | 2 |
i swear i think | 2 |
you have not learnd | 2 |
hands tight to the | 2 |
the valleys of the | 2 |
it is for my | 2 |
that music always round | 2 |
give up all else | 2 |
of ships and the | 2 |
the fields of nature | 2 |
with even pace the | 2 |
is there in the | 2 |
the new moon in | 2 |
the smell of apples | 2 |
i shall be satisfied | 2 |
the breath of the | 2 |
for you and the | 2 |
the young man who | 2 |
divine ship sails the | 2 |
ships sailing in and | 2 |
the hour of death | 2 |
hear the cry of | 2 |
on the same terms | 2 |
music of the storm | 2 |
and those to come | 2 |
the joy of my | 2 |
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my brothers and sisters | 2 |
back on the actor | 2 |
i hear in the | 2 |
the final lilt of | 2 |
full of life now | 2 |
believe the likes of | 2 |
the snow and ice | 2 |
year that trembled and | 2 |
sobbing of the bells | 2 |
for the body and | 2 |
that it is good | 2 |
the architects shall appear | 2 |
i am with you | 2 |
am for those who | 2 |
on the field one | 2 |
what best i see | 2 |
arms about each others | 2 |
toilsome i wanderd virginias | 2 |
i think there is | 2 |
italian music in dakota | 2 |
i know what you | 2 |
be lost if it | 2 |
from behind the screen | 2 |
not heaving from my | 2 |
i heard at the | 2 |
thou that in all | 2 |
dared to open my | 2 |
as if i were | 2 |
grand is the seen | 2 |
of the whole earth | 2 |
but i know that | 2 |
perfect and clean the | 2 |
not youth pertains to | 2 |
on trial in courts | 2 |
for none more than | 2 |
of the gushing showers | 2 |
i will tell you | 2 |
after the supper and | 2 |
angry cloth i saw | 2 |
from east and west | 2 |
of thousands of years | 2 |
i see the clear | 2 |
roads of the universe | 2 |
and yellow light over | 2 |
never come to thee | 2 |
there are divine things | 2 |
with kings with even | 2 |
lingering sparse leaves of | 2 |
to them that like | 2 |
on the other side | 2 |
how long we were | 2 |
is no better than | 2 |
stretches and waits for | 2 |
the splendid silent sun | 2 |
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the leaves of the | 2 |
you not see how | 2 |
red and yellow light | 2 |
and many a summer | 2 |
stood in the box | 2 |
take my pen in | 2 |
that man or that | 2 |
the love of the | 2 |
o i do not | 2 |
had i the choice | 2 |
needs to be better | 2 |
i ascend from the | 2 |
proudly the flood comes | 2 |
am to be less | 2 |
but i understand you | 2 |
palm on the hip | 2 |
part and passing on | 2 |
or that you are | 2 |
i saw on the | 2 |
but i love you | 2 |
rolling ocean the crowd | 2 |
are the gates of | 2 |
god to be a | 2 |
forenoon purple of the | 2 |
rise and fall of | 2 |
far in the west | 2 |
o days from your | 2 |
aboard at a ships | 2 |
through space and time | 2 |
of man and woman | 2 |
and women like you | 2 |
you whoeer you are | 2 |
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evil as well as | 2 |
to you whoever you | 2 |
and all through the | 2 |
millions of square miles | 2 |
plains west of the | 2 |
and nigh to death | 2 |
me wherever i go | 2 |
singing his as he | 2 |
cheerfully pass them forward | 2 |
there shall be no | 2 |
come travel with me | 2 |
read nothing about it | 2 |
what belongs to him | 2 |
the poet is the | 2 |
i should be the | 2 |
i am more than | 2 |
on in their turns | 2 |
out from behind this | 2 |
years of the modern | 2 |
the results of the | 2 |
the deaf and dumb | 2 |
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of all the rest | 2 |
none more than you | 2 |
it is in his | 2 |
shall never run out | 2 |
offspring taken soon out | 2 |
the night and sleep | 2 |
like knows and avows | 2 |
of the roots of | 2 |
in that and them | 2 |
upon me of my | 2 |
i have charged myself | 2 |
when lilacs last in | 2 |
anchord eternal o love | 2 |
i come with my | 2 |
over the breast of | 2 |
by that long scan | 2 |
get the final lilt | 2 |
and the road unknown | 2 |
i said to my | 2 |
that you and i | 2 |
dalliance of the eagles | 2 |
do you think it | 2 |
advance to meet them | 2 |
come to thee an | 2 |
and still in the | 2 |
all the seas of | 2 |
the plains west of | 2 |
or south or north | 2 |
as if a phantom | 2 |
hour to madness and | 2 |
the soul is always | 2 |
the present and past | 2 |
there and then in | 2 |
the rolling ocean the | 2 |
ice in the river | 2 |
thousand years before these | 2 |
it would serve to | 2 |
i do not give | 2 |
adam early in the | 2 |
these states and in | 2 |
i will never again | 2 |
two boys together clinging | 2 |
to thee o soul | 2 |
i am to wait | 2 |
of god is the | 2 |
best i see in | 2 |
east and to the | 2 |
he that aches with | 2 |
the soul of man | 2 |
become eleve of mine | 2 |
the stuff that is | 2 |
than which none else | 2 |
shadow my likeness that | 2 |
and all its belongings | 2 |
was once the man | 2 |
of the maker of | 2 |
sparse leaves of me | 2 |
sight in camp in | 2 |
myself and for this | 2 |
of all that has | 2 |
see the place of | 2 |
a voice from death | 2 |
remains jagged and broken | 2 |
the young man that | 2 |
finale to the shore | 2 |
shape of my head | 2 |
good or bad i | 2 |
and that i can | 2 |
which has the quality | 2 |
to see to it | 2 |
bridegroom and the bride | 2 |
you thinking that those | 2 |
i see the place | 2 |
the form complete is | 2 |
the love of comrades | 2 |
i heard the learnd | 2 |
in my soul i | 2 |
or the wonderfulness of | 2 |
days from your fathomless | 2 |
come up from the | 2 |
where the city stands | 2 |
new person drawn toward | 2 |
men and women as | 2 |
it stretches and waits | 2 |
thou knowest i have | 2 |
earth and of man | 2 |
plough land in the | 2 |
the theory of the | 2 |
is as good as | 2 |
from far dakotas canyons | 2 |
it may be you | 2 |
i look on the | 2 |
up from the fields | 2 |
keep on and on | 2 |
the hands of the | 2 |
as much as to | 2 |
three hundred and sixty | 2 |
in the edge of | 2 |
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nor that of the | 2 |
think you i take | 2 |
in a dream i | 2 |
the female that loves | 2 |
a leaf for hand | 2 |
and space and death | 2 |
leaves of rich green | 2 |
what it is to | 2 |
on their backs with | 2 |
and that of the | 2 |
that long scan of | 2 |
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lovingly side by side | 2 |
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the like of the | 2 |
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the one i want | 2 |
eligible to burst forth | 2 |
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to thee old cause | 2 |
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from your fathomless deeps | 2 |
i only am he | 2 |
reference to the soul | 2 |
me and i am | 2 |
from time to time | 2 |
myth of heaven indicates | 2 |
draw to a close | 2 |
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the time draws nigh | 2 |
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word of the modern | 2 |
me night and day | 2 |
city of hurried and | 2 |
and the songs of | 2 |
old mans thought of | 2 |
for hand in hand | 2 |
or nothing to me | 2 |
how does he sleep | 2 |
and every one is | 2 |
do not forget me | 2 |
presented to him by | 2 |
soul thou pleasest me | 2 |
the fresh free giver | 2 |
two fishes swimming in | 2 |
am not to be | 2 |
life and all the | 2 |
the truths of the | 2 |
all of the past | 2 |
female equally with the | 2 |
the poems of my | 2 |
who give the life | 2 |
the gifts of the | 2 |
are you the new | 2 |
are you that wanted | 2 |
i take my place | 2 |
and she with her | 2 |
i singing in spring | 2 |
from the clank of | 2 |
that blithe throat of | 2 |
voice of the rain | 2 |
i see the tracks | 2 |
a man is a | 2 |
the three or four | 2 |
i sing the songs | 2 |
what am i after | 2 |
i saw there leaping | 2 |
the dead on their | 2 |
others will see them | 2 |
every thing in the | 2 |
as of a dream | 2 |
have dreamd that the | 2 |
me and whom i | 2 |
world of the real | 2 |
it comes to me | 2 |
other side of me | 2 |
but two or three | 2 |
in the sound of | 2 |
expressing love for men | 2 |
you must know who | 2 |
these i singing in | 2 |
say the form complete | 2 |
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what place is besieged | 2 |
brother or dearest friend | 2 |
real and permanent grandeur | 2 |
sit and look out | 2 |
long yet your road | 2 |
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in your lap camerado | 2 |
the carnage rose prophetic | 2 |
the places of the | 2 |
swimming in the sea | 2 |
not know what you | 2 |
captains young or old | 2 |
say they are not | 2 |
what ship puzzled at | 2 |
when i heard the | 2 |
i am not afraid | 2 |
the crowd of the | 2 |
but now i think | 2 |
but a little while | 2 |
you know what it | 2 |
paumanok starting i fly | 2 |
corps and generals all | 2 |
the lives of the | 2 |
soul is always beautiful | 2 |
the daybreak gray and | 2 |
banner and pennant a | 2 |
i see one building | 2 |
the cross on high | 2 |
to each and all | 2 |
do you suppose i | 2 |
i at any rate | 2 |
and every thing else | 2 |
female that loves unrequited | 2 |
from the fields father | 2 |
is worthy for the | 2 |
and thou with me | 2 |
doubt whether that is | 2 |
facing west from californias | 2 |
we know not whence | 2 |
the phrases of souls | 2 |
a word of the | 2 |
with thee o soul | 2 |
processions in the streets | 2 |
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to think of time | 2 |
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until that comes which | 2 |
me the splendid silent | 2 |
far in the wilds | 2 |
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they came upon me | 2 |
as toilsome i wanderd | 2 |
chanting the square deific | 2 |
and look at quintillions | 2 |
and yet the same | 2 |
in the north and | 2 |
i am to be | 2 |
thinking that those were | 2 |
is one of those | 2 |
of expressing love for | 2 |
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too much for me | 2 |
talk of the beginning | 2 |
may reach it and | 2 |
he or she for | 2 |
west of the mississippi | 2 |
a phantom caressd me | 2 |
world take good notice | 2 |
the terrible doubt of | 2 |
do you suppose you | 2 |
i peruse the conquerd | 2 |
it was to be | 2 |
freer than all that | 2 |
shut not your doors | 2 |
a child went forth | 2 |
wash of the sea | 2 |
the amplitude of the | 2 |
to plough land in | 2 |
these broad majestic days | 2 |
is borne through the | 2 |
pipes of the organ | 2 |
of the youngest men | 2 |
did not know i | 2 |
the fool that corrupted | 2 |
and any man translates | 2 |
pace the round worlds | 2 |
you furnish your parts | 2 |
of the cradle endlessly | 2 |
murderous or jealous upon | 2 |
whoever you are holding | 2 |
nor any thing in | 2 |
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