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trigram | frequency |
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i see the | 117 |
i do not | 71 |
of the earth | 69 |
out of the | 66 |
i hear the | 52 |
men and women | 51 |
it is not | 34 |
of the world | 32 |
whoever you are | 26 |
as much as | 26 |
and all the | 24 |
day and night | 23 |
i am the | 21 |
of the sea | 20 |
in the night | 20 |
man or woman | 20 |
of these states | 20 |
i know not | 20 |
just as much | 18 |
of the past | 18 |
it shall be | 18 |
there in the | 17 |
you and me | 17 |
there is no | 17 |
the shape of | 17 |
they do not | 17 |
the sound of | 17 |
all the rest | 16 |
do not know | 16 |
song of the | 16 |
with the rest | 16 |
the open air | 16 |
and of the | 16 |
i swear i | 15 |
and i will | 15 |
in the air | 15 |
of the night | 15 |
i am not | 15 |
of the universe | 15 |
of the soul | 15 |
they are not | 15 |
of all the | 14 |
shall be you | 14 |
i will make | 14 |
the earth and | 14 |
time and space | 14 |
shape of the | 13 |
him or her | 13 |
i see that | 13 |
i will not | 13 |
i saw the | 13 |
do you think | 13 |
the whole earth | 13 |
i heard the | 13 |
of the states | 13 |
what it is | 13 |
and many a | 12 |
in the woods | 12 |
of men and | 12 |
the same as | 12 |
one of the | 12 |
in the midst | 12 |
the song of | 12 |
the midst of | 11 |
much as the | 11 |
or in the | 11 |
any more than | 11 |
in the distance | 11 |
hand in hand | 11 |
those of the | 11 |
of the future | 11 |
on the ground | 11 |
the mother of | 11 |
what do you | 11 |
out of its | 11 |
thee in thy | 11 |
who are you | 11 |
of the day | 11 |
of the rest | 10 |
in its place | 10 |
as well as | 10 |
the words of | 10 |
all that is | 10 |
he or she | 10 |
you do not | 10 |
give me the | 10 |
of the great | 10 |
of the old | 10 |
do not doubt | 10 |
in the open | 10 |
of the globe | 10 |
what is it | 10 |
the young man | 10 |
it may be | 10 |
the body of | 10 |
the face of | 10 |
it is in | 10 |
as good as | 10 |
i know that | 10 |
in the middle | 10 |
you whoever you | 10 |
part of the | 10 |
of many a | 10 |
in the west | 10 |
i feel the | 9 |
it seems to | 9 |
in the sky | 9 |
the sun and | 9 |
seems to me | 9 |
the thought of | 9 |
i see in | 9 |
by the hand | 9 |
of young men | 9 |
to be a | 9 |
i know i | 9 |
the head of | 9 |
the best of | 9 |
the law of | 9 |
mother of all | 9 |
the earth is | 9 |
he is the | 9 |
of my soul | 9 |
face of the | 9 |
the place of | 9 |
the idea of | 9 |
this is the | 9 |
each and all | 9 |
it is the | 9 |
high in the | 9 |
with all its | 9 |
of the modern | 9 |
man and woman | 9 |
to the last | 9 |
of the body | 9 |
up and down | 9 |
i think i | 8 |
of my own | 8 |
it must be | 8 |
lands of the | 8 |
of the land | 8 |
in vain the | 8 |
up from the | 8 |
life and death | 8 |
pleasd with the | 8 |
to me the | 8 |
to and fro | 8 |
the body and | 8 |
long and long | 8 |
i am he | 8 |
for i am | 8 |
him i love | 8 |
of those who | 8 |
than all the | 8 |
and i am | 8 |
on and on | 8 |
it is i | 8 |
sound of the | 8 |
the songs of | 8 |
in and out | 8 |
unfolded out of | 8 |
but i know | 8 |
land of the | 8 |
of the war | 8 |
of the dead | 8 |
in the morning | 8 |
i see and | 8 |
the same old | 8 |
i am to | 8 |
is not the | 8 |
is to the | 8 |
is just as | 8 |
for all the | 8 |
that it is | 8 |
of the north | 8 |
the soul of | 7 |
far in the | 7 |
bye my fancy | 7 |
dear to me | 7 |
the present and | 7 |
on the beach | 7 |
a song for | 7 |
i take my | 7 |
there is something | 7 |
that is the | 7 |
of the west | 7 |
for it the | 7 |
you are the | 7 |
i see where | 7 |
the light and | 7 |
i am for | 7 |
a man or | 7 |
of the light | 7 |
face to face | 7 |
the young men | 7 |
the joy of | 7 |
of the present | 7 |
joys of the | 7 |
more than the | 7 |
do you suppose | 7 |
words of the | 7 |
by the shore | 7 |
of all that | 7 |
in the fields | 7 |
in the sea | 7 |
it is to | 7 |
east and west | 7 |
any part of | 7 |
sounds of the | 7 |
we know not | 7 |
not know what | 7 |
why should i | 7 |
know what it | 7 |
city of the | 7 |
more than all | 7 |
the past and | 7 |
in the ground | 7 |
i could not | 7 |
the western sea | 7 |
for i would | 7 |
the one i | 7 |
of my life | 7 |
on the same | 7 |
i should be | 7 |
with reference to | 7 |
with many a | 7 |
you and i | 7 |
what is this | 7 |
for you and | 7 |
and that the | 7 |
are you and | 7 |
this face is | 7 |
in the ranks | 7 |
sight of the | 7 |
of him i | 7 |
of the whole | 7 |
the poet of | 7 |
and the like | 6 |
and who has | 6 |
in the darkness | 6 |
the work of | 6 |
out of my | 6 |
comes back most | 6 |
through the states | 6 |
and on the | 6 |
head of the | 6 |
what you are | 6 |
not doubt that | 6 |
of my body | 6 |
same as the | 6 |
and look at | 6 |
of the real | 6 |
we are two | 6 |
i have been | 6 |
in the wind | 6 |
the close of | 6 |
midst of the | 6 |
and the great | 6 |
the spread of | 6 |
that will not | 6 |
and the sea | 6 |
what i have | 6 |
it is you | 6 |
the maker of | 6 |
and i know | 6 |
is one of | 6 |
i see them | 6 |
i mark the | 6 |
you shall be | 6 |
of the woman | 6 |
the breast of | 6 |
that of the | 6 |
the name of | 6 |
of my race | 6 |
the shores of | 6 |
in the dark | 6 |
the likes of | 6 |
where the city | 6 |
is in its | 6 |
i will be | 6 |
and every one | 6 |
the poems of | 6 |
i am of | 6 |
north or south | 6 |
how can i | 6 |
what are you | 6 |
back most to | 6 |
i love you | 6 |
and through the | 6 |
sun and moon | 6 |
i know it | 6 |
and all that | 6 |
in the streets | 6 |
one after another | 6 |
i give you | 6 |
the spirit of | 6 |
life of the | 6 |
what i am | 6 |
do not say | 6 |
of the western | 6 |
out from the | 6 |
in due time | 6 |
one i love | 6 |
the great idea | 6 |
and along the | 6 |
the sight of | 6 |
where they are | 6 |
brothers and sisters | 6 |
each of us | 6 |
no more the | 6 |
banner and pennant | 6 |
young and old | 6 |
most to him | 6 |
the men and | 6 |
out of their | 6 |
the soul is | 6 |
of you o | 6 |
and in the | 6 |
that you are | 6 |
but i am | 6 |
all the old | 6 |
o my soul | 6 |
if they are | 6 |
and what is | 6 |
i see you | 6 |
to think how | 6 |
will make the | 6 |
to think of | 6 |
forth from the | 6 |
i am a | 6 |
look on the | 6 |
and comes back | 6 |
and the rest | 6 |
his or her | 6 |
a long while | 6 |
in the street | 6 |
the love of | 6 |
it is for | 6 |
not in the | 6 |
became part of | 6 |
do not think | 6 |
word of the | 6 |
i saw them | 6 |
good as the | 6 |
i too am | 6 |
do you know | 6 |
to the front | 6 |
of the young | 5 |
thee o soul | 5 |
the making of | 5 |
a little while | 5 |
of the first | 5 |
edge of the | 5 |
to my own | 5 |
who has been | 5 |
are lands of | 5 |
joy of the | 5 |
from the fields | 5 |
male and female | 5 |
of the sun | 5 |
to thee o | 5 |
down to the | 5 |
cannot be eluded | 5 |
do not forget | 5 |
the like of | 5 |
to think that | 5 |
as i have | 5 |
the world of | 5 |
work is done | 5 |
through the dark | 5 |
and for the | 5 |
the hands of | 5 |
voices of the | 5 |
the greatness of | 5 |
of the bird | 5 |
and i say | 5 |
will see if | 5 |
as i sit | 5 |
down from the | 5 |
the voice of | 5 |
what is that | 5 |
know not what | 5 |
and out of | 5 |
and that they | 5 |
by day and | 5 |
and of all | 5 |
of the same | 5 |
shapes of the | 5 |
songs of the | 5 |
the fruits of | 5 |
i see a | 5 |
if i am | 5 |
as i walk | 5 |
land and sea | 5 |
the word of | 5 |
as i walkd | 5 |
the streets of | 5 |
body and the | 5 |
have you reckond | 5 |
of love and | 5 |
day or night | 5 |
to be the | 5 |
come to the | 5 |
space and time | 5 |
if need be | 5 |
i will see | 5 |
to him or | 5 |
me by the | 5 |
i see him | 5 |
not to be | 5 |
the clank of | 5 |
nor the place | 5 |
all that has | 5 |
of the mother | 5 |
the theme of | 5 |
or on the | 5 |
back to the | 5 |
maker of poems | 5 |
breast of the | 5 |
of the city | 5 |
and do not | 5 |
am he who | 5 |
upon the earth | 5 |
i see what | 5 |
the fields of | 5 |
see where the | 5 |
in many a | 5 |
i charge you | 5 |
for the war | 5 |
the new world | 5 |
as the best | 5 |
young or old | 5 |
to the soul | 5 |
the shapes arise | 5 |
it is a | 5 |
and the fields | 5 |
they are the | 5 |
love of comrades | 5 |
of the living | 5 |
in the coffin | 5 |
body and soul | 5 |
thousands of years | 5 |
of the best | 5 |
i dare not | 5 |
to be with | 5 |
the call of | 5 |
what is the | 5 |
the tale of | 5 |
is to be | 5 |
there is the | 5 |
the sea of | 5 |
in the sun | 5 |
passage to india | 5 |
i will show | 5 |
is not in | 5 |
in my own | 5 |
will not be | 5 |
o i think | 5 |
from all the | 5 |
all the world | 5 |
thing in the | 5 |
the growth of | 5 |
i sing the | 5 |
in its turn | 5 |
of a man | 5 |
you have not | 5 |
with all the | 5 |
for these states | 5 |
is for it | 5 |
out in the | 5 |
they are to | 5 |
as in a | 5 |
from the night | 5 |
to hear the | 5 |
after a long | 5 |
are in the | 5 |
i will have | 5 |
of the woods | 5 |
i have no | 5 |
the day and | 5 |
and the soul | 5 |
the edge of | 5 |
of the moon | 5 |
north and south | 5 |
o the joy | 5 |
i think it | 5 |
early in the | 5 |
place of the | 5 |
no matter what | 5 |
to me than | 5 |
old and young | 5 |
often to me | 5 |
that i have | 5 |
past and present | 5 |
me and i | 5 |
man of the | 5 |
on the other | 5 |
out of me | 5 |
do you hear | 5 |
side by side | 5 |
you are not | 5 |
swear i will | 5 |
more beautiful than | 5 |
the other side | 5 |
welcome are lands | 5 |
is equally wonderful | 5 |
and down the | 5 |
and from the | 5 |
as i pass | 5 |
all the earth | 5 |
i would sing | 4 |
old and new | 4 |
from head to | 4 |
earth and of | 4 |
the fall of | 4 |
it is no | 4 |
of my heart | 4 |
and often to | 4 |
chants of the | 4 |
others will see | 4 |
the whole of | 4 |
leaves of me | 4 |
in my poems | 4 |
the chant of | 4 |
as i am | 4 |
on the road | 4 |
i believe in | 4 |
from the windows | 4 |
south or north | 4 |
of my breast | 4 |
some in the | 4 |
than any yet | 4 |
it in me | 4 |
is for you | 4 |
for all that | 4 |
of the men | 4 |
and the dead | 4 |
the city of | 4 |
these and more | 4 |
now i will | 4 |
of the man | 4 |
for i see | 4 |
the one to | 4 |
world of the | 4 |
the blood of | 4 |
for those who | 4 |
to me that | 4 |
in their own | 4 |
is not my | 4 |
where i was | 4 |
think it is | 4 |
with all thy | 4 |
work of the | 4 |
who but i | 4 |
the east and | 4 |
i hear it | 4 |
me the same | 4 |
and those of | 4 |
in these songs | 4 |
these and the | 4 |
do you not | 4 |
to them that | 4 |
more than i | 4 |
or any one | 4 |
i believe the | 4 |
of all dead | 4 |
and if the | 4 |
and the stars | 4 |
of your hand | 4 |
who shall be | 4 |
body of the | 4 |
as the seasons | 4 |
and yet the | 4 |
to tell the | 4 |
you have done | 4 |
in the dooryard | 4 |
the cry of | 4 |
you are to | 4 |
and to the | 4 |
it to the | 4 |
all over the | 4 |
part of him | 4 |
i see it | 4 |
in their turns | 4 |
for your sake | 4 |
the hour of | 4 |
bards of the | 4 |
you up there | 4 |
i go with | 4 |
me it shall | 4 |
and i do | 4 |
the water and | 4 |
just as you | 4 |
i dreamd i | 4 |
reference to the | 4 |
give me to | 4 |
to men and | 4 |
as to you | 4 |
and now i | 4 |
i myself am | 4 |
i did not | 4 |
see if i | 4 |
and i saw | 4 |
at the head | 4 |
far and near | 4 |
i will go | 4 |
the life that | 4 |
with their own | 4 |
i was born | 4 |
is it you | 4 |
by the roadside | 4 |
will soon be | 4 |
the best i | 4 |
young men and | 4 |
this is not | 4 |
beach at night | 4 |
for men and | 4 |
and i in | 4 |
and the north | 4 |
in the day | 4 |
i believe you | 4 |
the breath of | 4 |
little or nothing | 4 |
when i heard | 4 |
the wounded and | 4 |
from the south | 4 |
blood of the | 4 |
that they are | 4 |
over the earth | 4 |
on the prairies | 4 |
the centre of | 4 |
i heard you | 4 |
out of that | 4 |
here and now | 4 |
of the crowd | 4 |
the smell of | 4 |
i will never | 4 |
lookd at the | 4 |
the south and | 4 |
the pulse of | 4 |
dropt in the | 4 |
mind not the | 4 |
do you see | 4 |
the need of | 4 |
to the earth | 4 |
have dreamd that | 4 |
not a word | 4 |
i look on | 4 |
in the water | 4 |
for the dead | 4 |
who are the | 4 |
is in you | 4 |
close of the | 4 |
of all nations | 4 |
of the most | 4 |
years of the | 4 |
away from the | 4 |
i too have | 4 |
and then the | 4 |
the voices of | 4 |
now it seems | 4 |
as it is | 4 |
than there is | 4 |
to be lost | 4 |
all your life | 4 |
to the leavend | 4 |
the leavend soil | 4 |
some of the | 4 |
i walk by | 4 |
there and then | 4 |
a song of | 4 |
the folds of | 4 |
think i could | 4 |
i have lived | 4 |
the beauty of | 4 |
to me and | 4 |
instead of the | 4 |
a thousand years | 4 |
to the states | 4 |
over the whole | 4 |
know i am | 4 |
soon to be | 4 |
and that of | 4 |
the life of | 4 |
thought of death | 4 |
there is now | 4 |
as they go | 4 |
or of the | 4 |
i have dreamd | 4 |
of the new | 4 |
what am i | 4 |
that i may | 4 |
passage to you | 4 |
me to the | 4 |
law of the | 4 |
the grave of | 4 |
what is yet | 4 |
and that i | 4 |
i have not | 4 |
in all directions | 4 |
all of the | 4 |
the glory of | 4 |
i am their | 4 |
know what you | 4 |
whole of the | 4 |
it is all | 4 |
of the known | 4 |
to me they | 4 |
the music of | 4 |
be thou my | 4 |
the beach at | 4 |
all these i | 4 |
of the air | 4 |
close to me | 4 |
war and peace | 4 |
the hold of | 4 |
you are he | 4 |
two or three | 4 |
all dead soldiers | 4 |
of the dying | 4 |
and this is | 4 |
of day and | 4 |
large and small | 4 |
life or death | 4 |
at my side | 4 |
as they are | 4 |
do not see | 4 |
it is good | 4 |
the earth does | 4 |
and there is | 4 |
earth of the | 4 |
of the rolling | 4 |
of the ocean | 4 |
but i should | 4 |
and moon and | 4 |
you shall not | 4 |
at work in | 4 |
the days and | 4 |
on the sand | 4 |
on their backs | 4 |
call of the | 4 |
whom i love | 4 |
year of the | 4 |
the tents of | 4 |
ages and ages | 4 |
they shall be | 4 |
in the name | 4 |
days and nights | 4 |
the smoke of | 4 |
woman i love | 4 |
thou my god | 4 |
the rest and | 4 |
at the last | 4 |
there can be | 4 |
i in the | 4 |
spread of the | 4 |
me as i | 4 |
you give me | 4 |
life and all | 4 |
from the bed | 4 |
fill me with | 4 |
i have written | 4 |
through the smoke | 4 |
comes to me | 4 |
of the river | 4 |
o i see | 4 |
and the dark | 4 |
i would be | 4 |
head to foot | 4 |
do not ask | 4 |
i have seen | 4 |
is it not | 4 |
through the air | 4 |
in the houses | 4 |
more than a | 4 |
lost in the | 4 |
o to be | 4 |
face in the | 4 |
are hand in | 4 |
of the mississippi | 4 |
of war and | 4 |
for the last | 4 |
a moment i | 4 |
of an old | 4 |
but i will | 4 |
are provided for | 4 |
the sounds of | 4 |
at the close | 4 |
to me i | 4 |
centre of the | 4 |
i know what | 4 |
what have you | 4 |
in his arms | 4 |
are not nothing | 4 |
good or bad | 4 |
of life and | 4 |
are not the | 4 |
interest in them | 4 |
i saw you | 4 |
by my side | 4 |
fields of the | 4 |
that is not | 4 |
soul of me | 4 |
borne through the | 4 |
o for the | 4 |
with these and | 4 |
but i do | 4 |
along the beach | 4 |
there are the | 4 |
but now i | 4 |
of the water | 4 |
oer all the | 4 |
through the clear | 3 |
pulse of the | 3 |
but there is | 3 |
if i could | 3 |
to the east | 3 |
the voyage of | 3 |
as the men | 3 |
no matter how | 3 |
to see the | 3 |
and many times | 3 |
with the earth | 3 |
not know how | 3 |
to speak to | 3 |
is not for | 3 |
a word to | 3 |
myself on the | 3 |
will never be | 3 |
soul of man | 3 |
by his side | 3 |
speak to me | 3 |
in all their | 3 |
are they not | 3 |
the race of | 3 |
what is calld | 3 |
far or near | 3 |
and the wife | 3 |
of the poets | 3 |
but i love | 3 |
how often i | 3 |
way for the | 3 |
of his neck | 3 |
ancient and modern | 3 |
and what it | 3 |
round and round | 3 |
the neck of | 3 |
young and strong | 3 |
and of each | 3 |
music of the | 3 |
am for those | 3 |
over the tops | 3 |
fruits of the | 3 |
leaves of the | 3 |
any of the | 3 |
through the night | 3 |
am not to | 3 |
war is over | 3 |
at night alone | 3 |
the certainty of | 3 |
at last in | 3 |
as the sun | 3 |
fluid and attaching | 3 |
the air and | 3 |
the new and | 3 |
did not know | 3 |
shores i know | 3 |
those who are | 3 |
in at the | 3 |
that you should | 3 |
i breathe the | 3 |
with my soul | 3 |
to a new | 3 |
truths of the | 3 |
i am more | 3 |
those men and | 3 |
me with your | 3 |
by my nighest | 3 |
hair and beard | 3 |
the brigade of | 3 |
sky in the | 3 |
west of the | 3 |
beach of the | 3 |
it was not | 3 |
calm and cool | 3 |
whispers of heavenly | 3 |
i shall be | 3 |
in a dream | 3 |
shape of my | 3 |
the rest of | 3 |
to my sense | 3 |
on the walls | 3 |
i behold the | 3 |
more than you | 3 |
streets of manhattan | 3 |
ascend to the | 3 |
all over with | 3 |
i announce a | 3 |
by day or | 3 |
to sing the | 3 |
the scent of | 3 |
part of that | 3 |
the hand of | 3 |
and the white | 3 |
whatever it is | 3 |
a little child | 3 |
and how the | 3 |
say it is | 3 |
you hear the | 3 |
must be so | 3 |
down on the | 3 |
the fields and | 3 |
last in the | 3 |
i walkd the | 3 |
of the race | 3 |
for you the | 3 |
beauty of the | 3 |
of the stars | 3 |
she is the | 3 |
show of the | 3 |
thou of the | 3 |
of the waves | 3 |
ship of the | 3 |
is not a | 3 |
in my soul | 3 |
a man is | 3 |
souls of men | 3 |
precisely the same | 3 |
of old and | 3 |
and hear the | 3 |
is not more | 3 |
of the mighty | 3 |
i hear and | 3 |
i know the | 3 |
the power of | 3 |
body of a | 3 |
my right hand | 3 |
on the mississippi | 3 |
sparkles from the | 3 |
me and all | 3 |
theory of the | 3 |
nor any thing | 3 |
lessons of the | 3 |
the rush of | 3 |
garden the world | 3 |
out of a | 3 |
in love with | 3 |
mans or womans | 3 |
have you not | 3 |
back from the | 3 |
and then in | 3 |
you know the | 3 |
to each other | 3 |
mornings and evenings | 3 |
in the past | 3 |
earth and sky | 3 |
and women like | 3 |
is a miracle | 3 |
camps of green | 3 |
ocean of life | 3 |
idea of all | 3 |
i pass the | 3 |
the great masters | 3 |
are you the | 3 |
clank of the | 3 |
many a long | 3 |
you were born | 3 |
of the morning | 3 |
know it is | 3 |
i shall meet | 3 |
to the sun | 3 |
on the grass | 3 |
if i were | 3 |
the play of | 3 |
an old man | 3 |
the gates of | 3 |
give up all | 3 |
not for nothing | 3 |
that man or | 3 |
long has the | 3 |
me and mine | 3 |
not you alone | 3 |
body is sacred | 3 |
the sea and | 3 |
at last and | 3 |
himself or herself | 3 |
on their shoulders | 3 |
any thing is | 3 |
and women i | 3 |
all to me | 3 |
the western shore | 3 |
to have the | 3 |
you shall see | 3 |
for you to | 3 |
come up here | 3 |
of my chant | 3 |
growth of the | 3 |
the most beautiful | 3 |
shores of the | 3 |
think i have | 3 |
matter what the | 3 |
to speak words | 3 |
race of the | 3 |
and over all | 3 |
what you do | 3 |
hand of the | 3 |
know not why | 3 |
do not deny | 3 |
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song of mine | 2 |
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