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trigram | frequency |
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i could not | 13 |
it in the | 8 |
as if the | 7 |
and then i | 7 |
i had a | 6 |
if i should | 6 |
it is not | 6 |
these are the | 6 |
and all the | 6 |
such a little | 5 |
it may be | 5 |
and then the | 5 |
as if a | 5 |
to be a | 5 |
i wonder if | 5 |
of all the | 5 |
the one that | 5 |
to look at | 5 |
mabel loomis todd | 4 |
it was a | 4 |
how still the | 4 |
if i could | 4 |
there is a | 4 |
to those who | 4 |
i never saw | 4 |
it was not | 4 |
all the rest | 4 |
when i was | 4 |
on such a | 4 |
the other side | 4 |
i would not | 4 |
in the air | 4 |
there came a | 4 |
till we are | 4 |
look at me | 4 |
enough for me | 4 |
of the day | 4 |
in the woods | 4 |
i did not | 3 |
wonder if it | 3 |
the brain is | 3 |
an hour ago | 3 |
i meant to | 3 |
such a day | 3 |
in the sea | 3 |
and like a | 3 |
on the other | 3 |
i should have | 3 |
went out to | 3 |
think just how | 3 |
in many cases | 3 |
mine by the | 3 |
as far as | 3 |
he did not | 3 |
and if i | 3 |
and shut the | 3 |
to know that | 3 |
at a time | 3 |
as if my | 3 |
and i had | 3 |
it would be | 3 |
in the sky | 3 |
a little figure | 3 |
a very few | 3 |
to take the | 3 |
if such a | 3 |
this is the | 3 |
as to the | 3 |
is the one | 3 |
what if i | 3 |
was in the | 3 |
i do not | 3 |
on the lawn | 3 |
when all the | 3 |
a guinea golden | 3 |
the little bird | 3 |
i should not | 3 |
poems by emily | 3 |
i might have | 3 |
when the sun | 3 |
of the eye | 3 |
was such a | 3 |
i shall not | 3 |
but what of | 3 |
have been the | 3 |
i used to | 3 |
have been too | 3 |
and my heart | 3 |
that i could | 3 |
to have been | 3 |
by emily dickinson | 3 |
must be the | 3 |
i thought that | 3 |
what of that | 3 |
robin is the | 3 |
as soon as | 3 |
you and i | 3 |
we passed the | 3 |
had a guinea | 3 |
i bring thee | 3 |
time and eternity | 3 |
i had no | 3 |
but then i | 3 |
the robin is | 3 |
not be a | 3 |
with but a | 3 |
it with my | 3 |
but when the | 3 |
and still the | 3 |
could not see | 3 |
when i am | 2 |
one of the | 2 |
for the saints | 2 |
far as the | 2 |
such a curious | 2 |
and what a | 2 |
was passing by | 2 |
i am ready | 2 |
if no soul | 2 |
some keep the | 2 |
that was in | 2 |
sent to some | 2 |
by the hand | 2 |
and yet it | 2 |
and made the | 2 |
three or four | 2 |
out to look | 2 |
it feathers like | 2 |
that not a | 2 |
would be a | 2 |
settled regions wild | 2 |
with the dew | 2 |
the hand that | 2 |
housewife in the | 2 |
and put it | 2 |
out of the | 2 |
the setting sun | 2 |
such a night | 2 |
thought that such | 2 |
would not the | 2 |
the date of | 2 |
and could not | 2 |
to that new | 2 |
the wind is | 2 |
has to do | 2 |
when it is | 2 |
words and phrases | 2 |
of our lord | 2 |
was scarce profaned | 2 |
or such a | 2 |
and though the | 2 |
that such have | 2 |
the grass so | 2 |
it is a | 2 |
one need not | 2 |
that is the | 2 |
when i come | 2 |
grass so little | 2 |
next to mine | 2 |
it is as | 2 |
then dinna care | 2 |
yet to my | 2 |
will not tell | 2 |
with a flower | 2 |
our blank in | 2 |
could not stop | 2 |
the heaven below | 2 |
i tried to | 2 |
was all we | 2 |
and so the | 2 |
to thank her | 2 |
as a star | 2 |
i will not | 2 |
not so ample | 2 |
those who know | 2 |
of a word | 2 |
such were for | 2 |
you were coming | 2 |
is the little | 2 |
and were you | 2 |
i get home | 2 |
one little boat | 2 |
so little has | 2 |
has it feathers | 2 |
must be a | 2 |
boys and girls | 2 |
i have a | 2 |
might i but | 2 |
friends mabel loomis | 2 |
a thing that | 2 |
series edited by | 2 |
to the ear | 2 |
is like the | 2 |
is lost in | 2 |
to the same | 2 |
as the sea | 2 |
to lives that | 2 |
i live with | 2 |
is so much | 2 |
could care for | 2 |
each bound the | 2 |
whether it be | 2 |
in the tomb | 2 |
edited by two | 2 |
that we can | 2 |
them in the | 2 |
her friends mabel | 2 |
to the bee | 2 |
know it by | 2 |
to fly away | 2 |
the juggler of | 2 |
one of us | 2 |
the poetry of | 2 |
it has a | 2 |
the present volume | 2 |
say to me | 2 |
in the grave | 2 |
i never thought | 2 |
came a day | 2 |
need not be | 2 |
i hoped i | 2 |
all the children | 2 |
the rest of | 2 |
for it would | 2 |
i thought how | 2 |
of the year | 2 |
and there a | 2 |
the white heat | 2 |
permitted to commune | 2 |
i have never | 2 |
not fit for | 2 |
it from the | 2 |
the one the | 2 |
i heard them | 2 |
put it in | 2 |
lest i should | 2 |
each one of | 2 |
might have been | 2 |
at least to | 2 |
at length the | 2 |
for me to | 2 |
the snow and | 2 |
the ones that | 2 |
went to thank | 2 |
tell him just | 2 |
the little child | 2 |
friend travelling in | 2 |
then i am | 2 |
those who read | 2 |
was as if | 2 |
spot as if | 2 |
i looked at | 2 |
i gained it | 2 |
had he the | 2 |
and then a | 2 |
me with a | 2 |
present volume is | 2 |
proud of my | 2 |
went to sleep | 2 |
was like the | 2 |
it by the | 2 |
face upon the | 2 |
will come again | 2 |
something in a | 2 |
a country burial | 2 |
in every human | 2 |
men and women | 2 |
rest of life | 2 |
the look of | 2 |
is but the | 2 |
so much joy | 2 |
of emily dickinson | 2 |
and when the | 2 |
we never know | 2 |
and if to | 2 |
while the ages | 2 |
to the judgment | 2 |
tell me what | 2 |
for whom i | 2 |
some things that | 2 |
maketh all things | 2 |
not fear the | 2 |
myself within my | 2 |
hast thou no | 2 |
to the world | 2 |
went than when | 2 |
are out of | 2 |
the altered air | 2 |
i shall never | 2 |
could not find | 2 |
no other bond | 2 |
some friend travelling | 2 |
fellow in the | 2 |
then i had | 2 |
so sure i | 2 |
bound to opposing | 2 |
when we are | 2 |
is not so | 2 |
face to face | 2 |
if i do | 2 |
the gift of | 2 |
it was as | 2 |
little has to | 2 |
it was the | 2 |
a summer afternoon | 2 |
and i have | 2 |
they noticed me | 2 |
but just to | 2 |
just so far | 2 |
and of the | 2 |
done with the | 2 |
that scalds me | 2 |
not live in | 2 |
all the time | 2 |
were for the | 2 |
we shall rise | 2 |
todd and t | 2 |
when march is | 2 |
one by one | 2 |
to remember that | 2 |
such a dawn | 2 |
the bravest of | 2 |
that new marriage | 2 |
while i was | 2 |
these early editions | 2 |
make this bed | 2 |
before the door | 2 |
manner of the | 2 |
as hours will | 2 |
and so i | 2 |
a page of | 2 |
at supper of | 2 |
since breaking then | 2 |
that such were | 2 |
i had seen | 2 |
it is the | 2 |
by two of | 2 |
ready to go | 2 |
see his face | 2 |
the morn with | 2 |
too awkward show | 2 |
but this time | 2 |
all day to | 2 |
as at sacrament | 2 |
the time had | 2 |
my frugal eye | 2 |
too late for | 2 |
the sealed church | 2 |
i had rather | 2 |
i have not | 2 |
the grass with | 2 |
without a stint | 2 |
large enough for | 2 |
is in the | 2 |
would as soon | 2 |
show at supper | 2 |
lest we too | 2 |
the wealth i | 2 |
we are going | 2 |
by way of | 2 |
is supposed to | 2 |
flakes of snow | 2 |
for fear i | 2 |
i hear the | 2 |
supposed to be | 2 |
gone to sleep | 2 |
the birds and | 2 |
in a letter | 2 |
the time was | 2 |
i made no | 2 |
each was to | 2 |
should have been | 2 |
shut the door | 2 |
it will be | 2 |
that we shall | 2 |
you must have | 2 |
all the while | 2 |
and past my | 2 |
at the last | 2 |
reminder of letter | 2 |
to be but | 2 |
and the world | 2 |
but not the | 2 |
menace at the | 2 |
by the snow | 2 |
two of her | 2 |
are the days | 2 |
entirely for me | 2 |
knowing it is | 2 |
ring to tell | 2 |
i went to | 2 |
i hide myself | 2 |
in these early | 2 |
i never hear | 2 |
be a king | 2 |
narrow at the | 2 |
not see it | 2 |
a word was | 2 |
who knows but | 2 |
have i the | 2 |
they say that | 2 |
side of the | 2 |
when the cricket | 2 |
was but a | 2 |
going to heaven | 2 |
it has no | 2 |
dainty reminder of | 2 |
dew from a | 2 |
you could not | 2 |
the hill her | 2 |
of the present | 2 |
the door to | 2 |
should not fear | 2 |
i heard the | 2 |
should come to | 2 |
i strove to | 2 |
the weight of | 2 |
scalds me now | 2 |
of the lamb | 2 |
live with him | 2 |
when men and | 2 |
there was no | 2 |
through the altered | 2 |
she lived in | 2 |
i heard a | 2 |
if i can | 2 |
upon the plain | 2 |
and yet we | 2 |
knew no more | 2 |
and leave me | 2 |
i hope the | 2 |
will not be | 2 |
and blaze the | 2 |
any ask me | 2 |
the sun to | 2 |
like a bubble | 2 |
it might have | 2 |
like a bird | 2 |
lock the door | 2 |
i mind the | 2 |
gave no other | 2 |
that she was | 2 |
one the other | 2 |
than when the | 2 |
to be told | 2 |
friend must be | 2 |
i know i | 2 |
faces on two | 2 |
a dainty reminder | 2 |
round and round | 2 |
within my flower | 2 |
as it has | 2 |
very few friends | 2 |
and on the | 2 |
not tell the | 2 |
if there were | 2 |
all we could | 2 |
to me a | 2 |
decks look back | 2 |
to see if | 2 |
but to remember | 2 |
the bustle in | 2 |
never i mind | 2 |
it is night | 2 |
i know it | 2 |
sent to friends | 2 |
that i shall | 2 |
whose are the | 2 |
a pair of | 2 |
that we may | 2 |
superiority to fate | 2 |
on two decks | 2 |
to and fro | 2 |
the coming of | 2 |
for the scant | 2 |
without external sound | 2 |
loomis todd and | 2 |
but a single | 2 |
upon the hill | 2 |
just as the | 2 |
it cannot be | 2 |
nods from the | 2 |
needs but to | 2 |
for such a | 2 |
to tell a | 2 |
upon the door | 2 |
the sounds of | 2 |
for all the | 2 |
a pile of | 2 |
but just the | 2 |
be seen the | 2 |
and then you | 2 |
in the grass | 2 |
who read the | 2 |
the other will | 2 |
in the trees | 2 |
and then it | 2 |
feathers like a | 2 |
of her friends | 2 |
in my soul | 2 |
that if the | 2 |
in the skies | 2 |
that made the | 2 |
ask me how | 2 |
the fields to | 2 |
the habit of | 2 |
just how the | 2 |
there is its | 2 |
was to each | 2 |
to opposing lands | 2 |
in the sepulchre | 2 |
in the dark | 2 |
did not know | 2 |
him just how | 2 |
red upon the | 2 |
day that i | 2 |
of the first | 2 |
the soul should | 2 |
the door ajar | 2 |
they would not | 2 |
the breaking of | 2 |
the place where | 2 |
i felt a | 2 |
by greedy hands | 2 |
would have been | 2 |
so close and | 2 |
supper of the | 2 |
a little boat | 2 |
for you to | 2 |
it to the | 2 |
it with the | 2 |
keep the sabbath | 2 |
it might be | 2 |
hide myself within | 2 |
two decks look | 2 |
breaking of the | 2 |
a fitting a | 2 |
and when i | 2 |
than the sky | 2 |
if they do | 2 |
a menace at | 2 |
you left me | 2 |
as far from | 2 |
the rose is | 2 |
hours slid fast | 2 |
i had not | 2 |
they dropped like | 2 |
and by the | 2 |
the ages steal | 2 |
travelling in europe | 2 |
and the rest | 2 |
i know not | 2 |
word was needless | 2 |
all the day | 2 |
just how my | 2 |
the hours slid | 2 |
as if it | 2 |
am ready to | 2 |
out of sight | 2 |
was not so | 2 |
a book to | 2 |
how the old | 2 |
in the sand | 2 |
live in vain | 2 |
my friend must | 2 |
to know if | 2 |
my little maid | 2 |
as if no | 2 |
in the tree | 2 |
to see that | 2 |
which in the | 2 |
march is scarcely | 2 |
what will the | 2 |
that such a | 2 |
there were a | 2 |
our share of | 2 |
we too awkward | 2 |
bride of the | 2 |
out of reach | 2 |
from the sky | 2 |
how many times | 2 |
may be seen | 2 |
tell him it | 2 |
shall not live | 2 |
to learn the | 2 |
the days when | 2 |
i wish i | 2 |
and all we | 2 |
awkward show at | 2 |
we gave no | 2 |
when the hills | 2 |
i think just | 2 |
to some friend | 2 |
juggler of day | 2 |
to help the | 2 |
how the fire | 2 |
and then he | 2 |
time was scarce | 2 |
if it be | 2 |
i could never | 2 |
a something in | 2 |
there is the | 2 |
of the poems | 2 |
in such a | 2 |
early yet for | 2 |
such a thing | 2 |
he knew no | 2 |
but she slept | 2 |
is just as | 2 |
i dared not | 2 |
just this time | 2 |
my heart would | 2 |
in the soul | 2 |
if any ask | 2 |
as if some | 2 |
could not bear | 2 |
might dare to | 2 |