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quadgram	frequency
the son of god	71
the tree of life	19
the end of the	18
to whom thus michael	16
to whom our saviour	14
of good and evil	13
to whom thus eve	12
to whom thus adam	12
so spake the son	10
by the tree of	10
on the death of	10
due to other cares	9
that it was good	9
my thoughts are due	9
hymn on the nativity	9
cares than those of	9
than those of feeding	9
thoughts are due to	9
those of feeding you	9
to other cares than	9
are due to other	9
the death of the	9
other cares than those	9
thoughts are all now	8
another on the same	8
my thoughts are all	8
to whom the angel	8
of god and man	8
the tree of knowledge	8
to whom the tempter	8
are all now due	8
due to other care	8
among the sons of	8
all now due to	8
now due to other	8
son of god to	8
knowledge of good and	8
to whom thus jesus	8
the house of god	8
from side to side	7
to the sons of	7
the sons of men	7
at the age of	7
of joy and love	7
the gates of hell	7
the genius of the	7
the sons of god	7
spake the son of	6
and in his hand	6
the trees of god	6
hear the tread of	6
both good and evil	6
with the sound of	6
silver lining on the	6
i do not think	6
sable cloud turn forth	6
on the top of	6
the kingdoms of the	6
in sight of god	6
the law of god	6
her silver lining on	6
kingdoms of the world	6
cloud turn forth her	6
when time shall be	6
all the host of	6
of the fruit of	6
on the other side	6
nations shall be blest	6
turn forth her silver	6
i hear the tread	6
the voice of god	6
to whom the son	6
of the most high	6
of heaven and earth	6
beast of all the	6
to the tree of	6
saw that it was	6
on the throne of	6
forth her silver lining	6
lining on the night	6
stand in sight of	6
a sable cloud turn	6
of all the field	6
as the sound of	6
the mouth of hell	6
the sword of michael	6
all nations shall be	6
to till the ground	6
genius of the wood	5
of this new world	5
the fable of bellerus	5
on the morning of	5
in the land of	5
the forehead of the	5
so spake the false	5
the wall of heaven	5
and now the sun	5
the best of all	5
to the place of	5
the heaven of heavens	5
at the time of	5
and in a moment	5
on the burning lake	5
and on the ground	5
genius of the shore	5
at the same time	5
to the service of	5
against the eastern gate	5
the graces and the	5
that i should fear	5
it is to be	5
or have i said	5
the bottom of the	5
all the ground with	5
stretched out all the	5
in the second edition	5
the earl of bridgewater	5
but of divine effect	5
end of all thy	5
that which is not	5
the lord thy god	5
i fairly step aside	5
from the top of	5
leaves before the mellowing	4
arcadia hath not seen	4
to meditate my rural	4
with difficulty and labour	4
of the italian poems	4
both when we wake	4
to the son of	4
the end of all	4
is just and right	4
but not the praise	4
as well as i	4
corydon and thyrsis met	4
the race of israel	4
with a sad leaden	4
is meant than meets	4
daily with his clouted	4
but of the tree	4
to the place repairing	4
which when i did	4
garden forth to till	4
where your old bards	4
rest were long to	4
lean and flashy songs	4
or call up him	4
chains of erebus to	4
let us not then	4
to his only son	4
treads on it daily	4
shall be in eternal	4
in the shape of	4
if you let slip	4
shall be no end	4
of all our woe	4
one blot of all	4
rural queen all arcadia	4
each bird and beast	4
death of the bishop	4
if ye be found	4
knows to still the	4
on the wings of	4
shepherds weep no more	4
the sense of human	4
he scarce had ended	4
all good to me	4
on it daily with	4
welkin slow doth bend	4
the house of woe	4
but keep thy wonted	4
my sister so to	4
that stand in sight	4
the glistering foil set	4
fable of bellerus old	4
the third part of	4
holds his dear psyche	4
may heave his head	4
within thy airy shell	4
thy rapt soul sitting	4
all the days of	4
of small regard to	4
egypt gave to jove	4
eternal restless change self	4
chance she is not	4
swart faery of the	4
do thee little stead	4
tumult of loud mirth	4
on the shaggy top	4
presented at ludlow castle	4
both spear and shield	4
be in eternal restless	4
the mind of god	4
to that new world	4
will wink on opportunity	4
faery of the mine	4
four faces each had	4
the age of twenty	4
the voice of my	4
and welter to the	4
what i was in	4
for whom all this	4
be all in all	4
and left the front	4
now thou art gone	4
to know no more	4
while thus he spake	4
a sad votarist in	4
as from a second	4
and sable stole of	4
the seat of god	4
shall be unsaid for	4
from all the ends	4
with charm of earliest	4
of pastoral reed with	4
nor on the shaggy	4
of a thousand names	4
two sister graces more	4
all arcadia hath not	4
what can we suffer	4
in a robe of	4
well of his deep	4
a sad leaden downward	4
of whom to be	4
now prepare thee for	4
in thousand liveries dight	4
the face of things	4
gay creatures of the	4
at the foot of	4
yet where deva spreads	4
translated to the skies	4
facsimile of title page	4
and every shepherd tells	4
in dark cimmerian desert	4
the face of earth	4
drive them out from	4
us from the dust	4
lap it in elysium	4
and round about him	4
and let them be	4
the power of the	4
let them be for	4
in the mid way	4
out of the ground	4
the new created world	4
budge doctors of the	4
me in soft lydian	4
where deva spreads her	4
daughter of god and	4
a strong siding champion	4
their precepts from the	4
sitting in thine eyes	4
how chance she is	4
in the glistering foil	4
another to the same	4
of god or angel	4
if there be in	4
from off the eaves	4
the marchioness of winchester	4
to live with her	4
shaggy top of mona	4
can bolt her arguments	4
to right and left	4
creatures of the element	4
yet there was no	4
queen all arcadia hath	4
all in a robe	4
of all this world	4
of this infernal pit	4
where corydon and thyrsis	4
the author of all	4
hit the sense of	4
how little you bested	4
of this drear wood	4
up him that left	4
the fair hesperian tree	4
he knew himself to	4
the ford of jordan	4
not to taste that	4
there was no fear	4
and his bonnet sedge	4
i will bring thee	4
that thou shouldst not	4
wherein the just shall	4
with a shower still	4
along the crisped shades	4
twigs of his spells	4
and to our saviour	4
on this delightful land	4
the fount of life	4
helping all urchin blasts	4
the hounds and horn	4
handed engine at the	4
of all his works	4
when vice can bolt	4
after this mortal change	4
and saw that it	4
to thee i have	4
and storied windows richly	4
they of manly prime	4
storied windows richly dight	4
ready to smite once	4
the days of thy	4
the service of this	4
can do thee little	4
and to the place	4
with the force of	4
you let slip time	4
from pole to pole	4
thick clouds and dark	4
loud mirth was rife	4
after the tuscan mariners	4
but now i see	4
pastoral reed with oaten	4
worth of this pure	4
then the chewing flocks	4
every shepherd tells his	4
abraham and his seed	4
drew after him the	4
and know not that	4
their lean and flashy	4
beast of the field	4
the right hand of	4
just hands on that	4
my window bid good	4
sister so to seek	4
in the wide wilderness	4
and build the lofty	4
grant they be so	4
shepherd tells his tale	4
build the lofty rhyme	4
out from god and	4
place repairing where he	4
sisters of the sacred	4
a world of woe	4
that he may know	4
soul sitting in thine	4
backward mutters of dissevering	4
resounding grace to all	4
this new created world	4
in a golden chain	4
over all his works	4
see note on comus	4
the pilot of the	4
and all the world	4
the wicker hole of	4
the great vision of	4
the place repairing where	4
small regard to see	4
forth to till the	4
translations of the italian	4
in his seed all	4
the sounds and seas	4
blot of all the	4
to lay their just	4
the image of god	4
which the wife of	4
the prince of darkness	4
what recks it them	4
the throng of his	4
on that golden key	4
the race of mankind	4
and of his own	4
had need the guard	4
self may heave his	4
and lap it in	4
the tumult of loud	4
thou art worthy that	4
days of thy life	4
whom the son of	4
with this her solemn	4
to the parching wind	4
stoop thy pale visage	4
from the wicker hole	4
stop of sudden silence	4
sabrina is her name	4
with tears watering the	4
will bring thee where	4
love thy courage yet	4
the just shall dwell	4
regard to see to	4
brothers and the lady	4
the race of man	4
of nature from the	4
that rules the strands	4
many more too long	4
many a hard assay	4
tempt the son of	4
reed with oaten stops	4
that thy seed shall	4
and at my window	4
ye be found obedient	4
meant than meets the	4
he trusted to have	4
shall come in future	4
a rural queen all	4
this her solemn bird	4
oft with gods doth	4
nor yet where deva	4
stands ready to smite	4
sent from hearts contrite	4
many a row of	4
of nature draw me	4
in deep of night	4
in the firmament of	4
great vision of the	4
be unsaid for me	4
by then the chewing	4
her son that rules	4
toward the gates of	4
so great a foe	4
with his clouted shoon	4
him that left half	4
vice can bolt her	4
him the third part	4
the shaggy top of	4
and sons of men	4
climb into the fold	4
at my window bid	4
two brothers and the	4
than meets the ear	4
a green mantling vine	4
and backward mutters of	4
the starry threshold of	4
up to the clouds	4
these pure ambrosial weeds	4
to hear the lark	4
the gardens fair of	4
such a rural queen	4
a robe of darkest	4
till the ground whence	4
paths of this drear	4
simples of a thousand	4
clouds in thousand liveries	4
his seed all nations	4
in weeds of peace	4
knew himself to sing	4
sense of human sight	4
were long to tell	4
and his daughters three	4
as is most just	4
well knows to still	4
the songs of sirens	4
the mount of god	4
gods on sainted seats	4
from the garden forth	4
or sound of pastoral	4
lap me in soft	4
dally with false surmise	4
welter to the parching	4
robe of darkest grain	4
at the ford of	4
vision of the guarded	4
the ribs of death	4
of title page of	4
of the sacred well	4
i will not hide	4
of his deep wound	4
in spite of sorrow	4
their just hands on	4
i suck the liquid	4
to be sure of	4
like a sad votarist	4
secretary for foreign tongues	4
on all sides round	4
by the fable of	4
bone of my bone	4
the point of dawn	4
not think my sister	4
art the genius of	4
the star that bids	4
warble his native wood	4
it cannot be but	4
sad leaden downward cast	4
charm of earliest birds	4
henry vane the younger	4
or shroud within these	4
worthy that thou shouldst	4
the wife of thone	4
but here she comes	4
of life and pleasure	4
he bore of metals	4
sound of pastoral reed	4
engine at the door	4
before the mellowing year	4
star that bids the	4
while the bee with	4
that nepenthes which the	4
and blackest midnight born	4
that i have also	4
of this round world	4
to the place where	4
shroud within these limits	4
with thrice great hermes	4
gardens fair of hesperus	4
creator from his work	4
the fairest of her	4
no fear of jove	4
i love thy courage	4
was no fear of	4
sighs the air frequenting	4
and smite no more	4
the clouds in thousand	4
the garden forth to	4
thou shouldst not know	4
drops from off the	4
and full of peace	4
hands on that golden	4
makes one blot of	4
thou art the genius	4
none but such as	4
under the ribs of	4
where it first was	4
call up him that	4
and in the air	4
keep thy wonted state	4
nepenthes which the wife	4
on the other hand	4
how the hounds and	4
tears watering the ground	4
all the ends of	4
it recks me not	4
in the form of	4
of loud mirth was	4
all was but a	4
like that which grew	4
the spirit of plato	4
to sit and eat	4
of the bishop of	4
regent of the sun	4
the death of damon	4
on the marchioness of	4
and wipe the tears	4
the heart of adam	4
not that nepenthes which	4
that oft with gods	4
pilot of the galilean	4
we must remember that	4
who slew his brother	4
think my sister so	4
of this fair fruit	4
of the guarded mount	4
and to himself thus	4
the rest were long	4
son that rules the	4
the prince of hell	4
seed all nations shall	4
on the part of	4
eaten of the tree	4
the praise of men	4
epitaph on the marchioness	4
with gods doth diet	4
right and left the	4
in hope to find	4
me simples of a	4
thy seed shall bruise	4
amongst the enthroned gods	4
rapt soul sitting in	4
after him the third	4
and the chains of	4
prepare thee for another	4
to whom the winged	4
the chains of erebus	4
that bids the shepherd	4
in sign of sorrow	4
or of savage heat	4
the two brothers and	4
fetch their precepts from	4
before the starry threshold	4
do not think my	4
in egypt gave to	4
to whom the fiend	4
yet nought but single	4
and give resounding grace	4
top of mona high	4
and light from darkness	4
was one of the	4
i saw and heard	4
more is meant than	4
lay their just hands	4
of the stoic fur	4
glistering foil set off	4
at a solemn music	4
to me is lost	4
the tale of troy	4
with the mincing dryades	4
sin and death a	4
and fill all the	4
but much more to	4
of this pure cause	4
of what we are	4
the trees of life	4
by course commits to	4
out all the hills	4
to hit the sense	4
to all his angels	4
shall be no more	4
to guide them in	4
the blind fury with	4
the crisped shades and	4
of the galilean lake	4
what shall come in	4
consult how we may	4
art worthy that thou	4
in eternal restless change	4
the spirit of god	4
it shall be in	4
period of his life	4
bird and beast behold	4
know both good and	4
bids the shepherd fold	4
give resounding grace to	4
and with these words	4
mutters of dissevering power	4
were they of manly	4
bore of metals twain	4
it daily with his	4
and her son that	4
those budge doctors of	4
better sweets to prove	3
with privy paw daily	3
of a beast fixes	3
first from out the	3
cynthia checks her dragon	3
cock count the night	3
coming to attend their	3
like an ill borrower	3
she can teach ye	3
slow with sullen roar	3
fancy can beget on	3
in making a riotous	3
goddess of the river	3
can unlock the clasping	3
arm his profane tongue	3
high mystery that must	3
those immortal shapes of	3
will be swift to	3
blessings would be well	3
single want of light	3
self oft seeks to	3
at her mighty art	3
suck the liquid air	3
to touch the prosperous	3
fit to ensnare a	3
hell in triple knot	3
the single want of	3
state many a friend	3
imitate the starry quire	3
a light fantastic round	3
and fauns with cloven	3
fleet thus i set	3
other trippings to be	3
would not be absent	3
the shape of a	3
thestylis to bind the	3
would not soil these	3
their father and mother	3
the huntress dian her	3
and hearken even to	3
well i did perceive	3
that breathes the spring	3
and she no whit	3
to still the wild	3
never shuts his eye	3
whose saintly visage is	3
feel the different pace	3
of the crown that	3
and melt with ruth	3
and appear to us	3
with all their finny	3
dread voice is past	3
she is not in	3
torches in their hands	3
that troop under the	3
there is a gentle	3
can any mortal mixture	3
and on the edge	3
gladly banish squint suspicion	3
how to regain my	3
the stars grow high	3
too bright to hit	3
lodge under the spreading	3
shall be my queen	3
fresh lap the swart	3
show me simples of	3
as the gay motes	3
quickly to the green	3
take the weeds and	3
and set to work	3
for their teeming flocks	3
and who knows how	3
ere the high lawns	3
vast regions hold the	3
changes to a stately	3
but musical as is	3
sport with amaryllis in	3
on that side which	3
i have kept of	3
the azurn sheen of	3
sober certainty of waking	3
pipes of wretched straw	3
mountains on whose barren	3
ere a close the	3
triumph in victorious dance	3
from the tender shoots	3
to bed they creep	3
will they soon retire	3
then down the lawns	3
thoughts dally with false	3
night he and his	3
purification in the old	3
from shade to shade	3
secure without all doubt	3
should serve him as	3
was this the cottage	3
fancies fond with gaudy	3
storied of old in	3
together heard what time	3
make her his eternal	3
thy streams with wily	3
upon the sun with	3
the steep where your	3
fair pretence of friendly	3
habited like a shepherd	3
stories told of many	3
this close dungeon of	3
fixed mind with all	3
and sad occasion dear	3
to the inward parts	3
love the high embowed	3
power to cheat the	3
tract that fronts the	3
of this dim spot	3
on their scrannel pipes	3
other care they little	3
or whistle from the	3
of yon small hill	3
of light and noise	3
can teach ye how	3
when in one night	3
that the clear spirit	3
me to disturb your	3
but are all driven	3
and his blithe youth	3
nightly to thee her	3
the ground sadly sits	3
forsook her mansion in	3
but otherwise like men	3
drift of hollow states	3
of the morning sky	3
this monody the author	3
fronts the falling sun	3
fresh blood grows lively	3
seeks to sweet retired	3
hence had the huntress	3
tell me of a	3
slavish officers of vengeance	3
how charming is divine	3
whom thus eve with	3
of his mountain watch	3
may sit and rightly	3
rose it withers on	3
killing as the canker	3
then in their height	3
on whose fresh lap	3
fair a herd as	3
there i suck the	3
hebrus to the lesbian	3
the unpolluted temple of	3
man forestall his date	3
there entertain him all	3
way the noise was	3
brisk as the april	3
drenches with elysian dew	3
sing such notes as	3
begin to throng into	3
seas with spawn innumerable	3
thee her sad song	3
and sate the curious	3
an age too late	3
and what the french	3
a noble peer of	3
her to his daughters	3
had but a moderate	3
found the place where	3
want of light and	3
set free his half	3
sits monarch yet in	3
defilement to the inward	3
from my fountain pure	3
drag him by the	3
blast was from his	3
life for life i	3
many furlongs thence is	3
not a blast was	3
on the tawny sands	3
tenure of kings and	3
the lawns i ran	3
fog to touch the	3
all heaven and earth	3
vacant of her plenty	3
fair peace be to	3
would by her own	3
he pronounces lastly on	3
and the dog anubis	3
besides what the grim	3
might of hellish charms	3
with thee calm peace	3
we lost her as	3
moves the vocal air	3
flower that sad embroidery	3
shatter your leaves before	3
is too bright to	3
never yet was heard	3
that from beneath the	3
spake the eternal father	3
at once to view	3
fame is the spur	3
shall know ere morrow	3
to be trod of	3
oft would beg me	3
the parts of the	3
by carnal sensualty to	3
the place where he	3
up joy as this	3
thy airy shell by	3
edition of paradise lost	3
from thy tongue with	3
how durst thou then	3
michael and his angels	3
last to gaze upon	3
with the sirens three	3
last my weary age	3
so much the more	3
all the saints above	3
lady that sits here	3
though he and his	3
cerberus and blackest midnight	3
the hidden soul of	3
here thy sword can	3
the frivolous bolt of	3
may some gentle muse	3
when they saw me	3
flames in the forehead	3
from the furrow came	3
why should you be	3
innocence to the flood	3
the age of gold	3
is no more then	3
orpheus sing such notes	3
returns brisk as the	3
quench the drouth of	3
now what never yet	3
hath lost his hold	3
to our weaker view	3
the rathe primrose that	3
then to the spicy	3
the attendant spirit comes	3
to solitary saturn bore	3
be good to all	3
teach light to counterfeit	3
a friend to gratulate	3
for which the shepherds	3
even that which mischief	3
request i am here	3
and the rank mist	3
the rout that made	3
here in stony fetters	3
all resort of mirth	3
may trace huge forests	3
the tawny sands and	3
spake the false arch	3
tawny sands and shelves	3
have hid them in	3
what wonder then if	3
wakes and pastimes keep	3
all thy dues be	3
bank with ivy canopied	3
with such consort as	3
of power to cheat	3
moly that hermes once	3
by quick command from	3
if those you seek	3
through the high wood	3
and bring with thee	3
himself is his own	3
low but loyal cottage	3
and his monstrous rout	3
where glowing embers through	3
whom he offers his	3
here be all the	3
sometimes out of the	3
why do you frown	3
trial prove most glory	3
and took in strains	3
from age to age	3
they were but twain	3
whilst thee the shores	3
condition by which all	3
so may some gentle	3
to have quite set	3
a place less warranted	3
what voice is that	3
not half his riches	3
unkindly fog to touch	3
and i with thee	3
give it false presentments	3
for so i can	3
be but false alarms	3
braid your locks with	3
in the happy trial	3
in a comely cloud	3
upward beam shoots against	3
i ran with headlong	3
thus i hurl my	3
for what could that	3
the loose unlettered hinds	3
no evil thing that	3
dwells not in his	3
this will restore all	3
in this monody the	3
dance upon thy streams	3
rifted rocks whose entrance	3
deadly forfeit should release	3
who knows not circe	3
the death of a	3
i find it true	3
thou seek again to	3
branches of your own	3
the pensive secrecy of	3
when the sun begins	3
mine ear be true	3
and here and there	3
diamond rocks sleeking her	3
walks under the mid	3
bathe the drooping spirits	3
float upon the wings	3
the star that rose	3
whose charmed cup whoever	3
stand upon our guard	3
thy sword can do	3
but such as are	3
will bathe the drooping	3
to win her grace	3
when all our fathers	3
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heaven lends us grace	3
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if i may her	3
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draw the litter of	3
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out of his hand	3
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to such a flame	3
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of this tall wood	3
fruit as the kind	3
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all the fleecy wealth	3
the palace of eternity	3
delight beyond the bliss	3
of thone in egypt	3
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pleasing poison the visage	3
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break the silent air	3
to cheat the eye	3
to my mind a	3
to pluck your berries	3
old and haughty nation	3
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of things that no	3
us with thy long	3
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in the vale of	3
such as hang on	3
furlongs thence is your	3
to watch upon a	3
feel that i do	3
our frail thoughts dally	3
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various bustle of resort	3
dark cimmerian desert ever	3
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a thought to this	3
deva spreads her wizard	3
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if you have this	3
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high and nether jove	3
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faery mab the junkets	3
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plat of rising ground	3
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head from thy coral	3
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shall i inform my	3
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of that which lewdly	3
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divine property of her	3
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star in the ocean	3
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wave at his wings	3
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share of that which	3
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of greece and rome	3
him by the curls	3
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telling their strange and	3
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keys he bore of	3
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the waters fleet thus	3
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me to awake the	3
way would bring me	3
her his eternal bride	3
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willow and the osier	3
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the side of yon	3
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gentle pair that likest	3
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most may wonder at	3
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her yet more strongly	3
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massy keys he bore	3
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the daughter of locrine	3
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i can conduct you	3
stay thy cloudy ebon	3
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glass out of his	3
thou be translated to	3
the hour of night	3
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them under a green	3
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true consent with planet	3
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the fair guerdon when	3
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those that quell the	3
the milkmaid singeth blithe	3
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i will give you	3
bid spare the house	3
into the western bay	3
pretence of friendly ends	3
there was another meaning	3
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feet in the blind	3
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all their bounties bring	3
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place and my quaint	3
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dew dips me all	3
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brinded lioness and spotted	3
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half his riches known	3
to the moon in	3
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roosted lark from her	3
serious doctrine of virginity	3
the lady margaret ley	3
unexempt condition by which	3
as that the single	3
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and solemn tunes have	3
longer i durst not	3
canst thou not tell	3
through the wile of	3
to interpose a little	3
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luxury now heaps upon	3
so great a gift	3
a son much like	3
guerdon when we hope	3
to live in dimple	3
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scant allowance of star	3
as the april buds	3
troop under the sooty	3
consent the gods among	3
say no evil thing	3
cricket on the hearth	3
who had canace to	3
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if he had seen	3
threats the forlorn and	3
the earth as fast	3
whom the great creator	3
poise of hope and	3
just sword be lifted	3
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her thatched pallet rouse	3
with such a horrid	3
i feel that i	3
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now the top of	3
thunder and the chains	3
young adonis oft reposes	3
clouds do often rest	3
day and night to	3
as the winds listed	3
committing short and long	3
i had not thought	3
riotous and unruly noise	3
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can distinguish by mine	3
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the willow and the	3
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wind that breathes the	3
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thick and gloomy shadows	3
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her fair unspotted side	3
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shall i go on	3
strain i heard was	3
ere the first cock	3
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crumble all thy sinews	3
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just man that now	3
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the canker to the	3
which erring men call	3
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primrose that forsaken dies	3
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antiquity from the old	3
beyond the bliss of	3
pipe stirs up among	3
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if i give thee	3
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likest thy narcissus are	3
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fantasies begin to throng	3
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fed the same flock	3
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many a winding bout	3
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and the brute earth	3
me wearied out with	3
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which as they taste	3
that old man eloquent	3
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moderate and beseeming share	3
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story of cambuscan bold	3
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casts a gleam over	3
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worm to the weanling	3
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to guide an old	3
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their scrannel pipes of	3
throng into my memory	3
features to keep home	3
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voice through mazes running	3
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her straight to aged	3
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flowers of more mingled	3
unpolluted temple of the	3
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torrent flood thy molten	3
hermes once to wise	3
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to the weanling herds	3
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with thy humble ode	3
of the first book	3
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what love did seek	3
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weanling herds that graze	3
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loaden with fairest fruit	3
sprung into swift flight	3
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whose fresh lap the	3
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care to tend the	3
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to pursue the stealth	3
pert fairies and the	3
of kings and magistrates	3
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his loose traces from	3
about his country gear	3
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the time of his	3
that fancy can beget	3
hand lead with thee	3
of the monstrous world	3
charmed cup whoever tasted	3
met in state many	3
charmed band of true	3
precepts from the cynic	3
rule of all the	3
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by all the nymphs	3
as to make this	3
aloft by those pure	3
all the nymphs that	3
their supper on the	3
the bowed welkin slow	3
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orient liquor in a	3
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not many furlongs thence	3
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echo to give me	3
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noble peer of mickle	3
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thought to this my	3
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the perplexed paths of	3
me to that place	3
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to help you find	3
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of the rainbow live	3
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goes about to rise	3
sun a noble peer	3
circe with the sirens	3
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that no gross ear	3
with her waste fertility	3
they came not back	3
awake the courteous echo	3
i did perceive it	3
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fame is no plant	3
too well i did	3
quell the might of	3
devise with the mincing	3
out with all manner	3
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angel girt with golden	3
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free consent the gods	3
chaste palms moist and	3
brood of folly without	3
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of human mould with	3
the fresh dews of	3
and many a maid	3
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under the whelming tide	3
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your fair side all	3
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sense dropt in ambrosial	3
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a low but loyal	3
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all other parts remaining	3
adam first of men	3
us marble with too	3
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the rugged bark of	3
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i never heard till	3
me hope danger will	3
azurn sheen of turkis	3
this will i try	3
steps aspire to lay	3
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in trim gardens takes	3
sound rose like a	3
and yet anon repairs	3
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heard in tale or	3
can soar as soon	3
of every star that	3
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homely features to keep	3
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guide through this gloomy	3
of sudden silence gave	3
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nymph with arrows keen	3
that moly that hermes	3
has a hidden strength	3
sacred vehemence that dumb	3
to him that dares	3
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ye shall be as	3
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rightly spell of every	3
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do taste through fond	3
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scarce themselves know how	3
that brow this bottom	3
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my unacquainted feet in	3
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daffadillies fill their cups	3
thoughts benighted walks under	3
doctors of the stoic	3
their works at once	3
as he passes turn	3
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peace be to my	3
those thick and gloomy	3
any boast of skill	3
unfold the sage and	3
and daffadillies fill their	3
monody the author bewails	3
happy trial prove most	3
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it first was named	3
the gods among make	3
sons of morning sung	3
my sister is not	3
nought but single darkness	3
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are met in state	3
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that sacred head of	3
dropt in ambrosial oils	3
damsel to suspicious flight	3
i inform my unacquainted	3
work millions of spinning	3
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not restore the truth	3
entertain him all the	3
the chill marble seems	3
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swift hebrus to the	3
me of a gentle	3
i may sit and	3
the repeated air of	3
their joyous leaves to	3
anon repairs his drooping	3
till now that this	3
and the mower whets	3
of the minor poems	3
the corn that ten	3
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that doth enrich these	3
and beside all the	3
to hear our song	3
may boldly assault the	3
touch the warbled string	3
the constant mood of	3
cities please us then	3
was intended to the	3
awe to guide an	3
i take thy word	3
infirmity of noble mind	3
sound would not be	3
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through a fleecy cloud	3
so well been taught	3
with musky wing about	3
daughters to imbathe in	3
the divine property of	3
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in tale or song	3
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hour to wait in	3
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her verdant leaf to	3
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another meaning in these	3
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now no more be	3
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last infirmity of noble	3
clear spirit doth raise	3
with gaudy shapes possess	3
whom the angel with	3
bring me to that	3
revels the spruce and	3
the weanling herds that	3
this their full tribute	3
all things ill are	3
the tender grass would	3
rod in one hand	3
eye hath met the	3
under the name of	3
their tender age might	3
grace his tributary gods	3
square my trial to	3
with his bare wand	3
that pass unweeting by	3
he that hides a	3
and on the tawny	3
as he met her	3
can make to be	3
what grim aspects are	3
holding both his sides	3
for by this means	3
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through the room teach	3
you fall on iron	3
of god most high	3
from these gates sorrow	3
and advice with scrupulous	3
by those pure eyes	3
your nerves are all	3
and young and old	3
oft listening how the	3
rebecks sound to many	3
meliboeus old i learnt	3
me answer from her	3
doing abhorred rites to	3
went to the ground	3
thou hovering angel girt	3
that they below would	3
rank mist they draw	3
that nature hung in	3
and the songs of	3
secure the lady from	3
at the end of	3
and dances in his	3
ere morning hour to	3
his own works and	3
but all in vain	3
canker to the rose	3
keep up a frail	3
the pert fairies and	3
and with these raptures	3
bends not as i	3
this office of his	3
now to my charms	3
broad fields of the	3
keep my life and	3
by night he and	3
secret shades of woody	3
whether beyond the stormy	3
lost his upright shape	3
she that has that	3
erebus to some of	3
or ushered with a	3
as are good men	3
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then in haste her	3
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you when we go	3
and inlet of each	3
to the spicy nut	3
this tract that fronts	3
other means i have	3
so lycidas sunk low	3
merry bells ring round	3
to inveigle and invite	3
nymphs that nightly dance	3
be girt with all	3
the happy trial prove	3
thyme and the gadding	3
and rightly spell of	3
it rises from this	3
why they came not	3
canon laws of our	3
are coming to attend	3
my due feet never	3
which all mortal frailty	3
admit me of thy	3
the muses in a	3
what hard mishap hath	3
a hermit of his	3
in thy pale career	3
the high wood echoing	3
so goodly grown three	3
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wan that hang the	3
and she was queen	3
sparkle of a glancing	3
the holy sages once	3
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nectared lavers strewed with	3
name of great oceanus	3
spirits in delight beyond	3
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light within his own	3
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the pleasures that fancy	3
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juno when she banquets	3
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it was the voice	3
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the bee with honeyed	3
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ye sons of light	3
his daughters to imbathe	3
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lioness and spotted mountain	3
would beg me sing	3
thee and to thy	3
wrath of jove speaks	3
that on the green	3
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flocks with the fresh	3
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passage from chester on	3
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hairy gown and mossy	3
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dark lantern thus close	3
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to come and play	3
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rocking winds are piping	3
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i sprinkle on thy	3
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that blows from off	3
where he first lighted	3
we implore thy powerful	3
of satan and his	3
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he above the rest	3
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that divide you from	3
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village cock count the	3
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live in dimple sleek	3
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about the cedarn alleys	3
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every just man that	3
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hole of some clay	3
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of folly without father	3
fly winds her sultry	3
gay motes that people	3
no profaner eye may	3
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to my wily trains	3
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restore the truth and	3
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our will to love	3
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him be girt with	3
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with blood of human	3
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of our corrupted clergy	3
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trivial toy as a	3
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nations of the earth	3
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which the tartar king	3
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names on sands and	3
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his glass out of	3
to bring me berries	3
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unfold the drift of	3
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thing that walks by	3
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wolf with privy paw	3
if you mean that	3
haycock in the mead	3
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her own radiant light	3
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the origin of the	3
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in his hand a	3
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of knights and barons	3
that which mischief meant	3
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queen that strove to	3
kingdoms meek of joy	3
visage down the stream	3
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his upward beam shoots	3
daughter of the sun	3
a certain shepherd lad	3
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the rugged brow of	3
no more be seen	3
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at last to gaze	3
the kind hospitable woods	3
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the brood of folly	3
the soul grows clotted	3
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with that which you	3
the sparkle of a	3
weakness of one virgin	3
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man should find grace	3
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with the two brothers	3
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from his father brute	3
this thy present lot	3
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on the tree of	3
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me it is safe	3
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thy tongue with lies	3
a single helpless maiden	3
under ebon shades and	3
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daughters three that sing	3
night hath better sweets	3
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as the meeting soul	3
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the sons of vulcan	3
gentle muse with lucky	3
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thy cloudy ebon chair	3
of some clay habitation	3
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to the infant god	3
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their strange and vigorous	3
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from the rash hand	3
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their lamps with everlasting	3
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the lady that sits	3
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