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quadgram | frequency |
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by the side of | 20 |
he worried about it | 18 |
rock me to sleep | 17 |
the sun is up | 17 |
and he worried about | 16 |
drank my last glass | 16 |
the side of the | 15 |
let us be kind | 14 |
book of joyous children | 13 |
the book of joyous | 13 |
it seems to me | 13 |
down around the river | 12 |
the days gone by | 12 |
south wind and the | 11 |
wind and the sun | 11 |
up and down the | 11 |
the south wind and | 11 |
side of the road | 11 |
the top of the | 11 |
the hills of habersham | 11 |
house by the side | 11 |
when the teacher gets | 10 |
over the hill to | 10 |
the valleys of hall | 10 |
the face of the | 10 |
the hill to the | 10 |
on the sunny side | 10 |
in these lonesome ribs | 10 |
corner of her eye | 9 |
bingen on the rhine | 9 |
rider of the knee | 9 |
by permission of the | 9 |
to hold in fee | 9 |
the cat to die | 9 |
hill to the poor | 9 |
in the midst of | 9 |
the song of the | 9 |
the heart of the | 9 |
mortgage on the farm | 9 |
the corner of her | 9 |
fer the cat to | 9 |
i have drank my | 9 |
have drank my last | 9 |
ye have but my | 8 |
the teacher gets cross | 8 |
where the west begins | 8 |
on the other side | 8 |
the moo cow moo | 8 |
the house by the | 8 |
for auld lang syne | 8 |
to go to school | 8 |
the flag of england | 8 |
boy lives on our | 8 |
the head of bran | 8 |
the boy lives on | 8 |
who won the war | 8 |
on the road to | 8 |
lives on our farm | 8 |
way across the orchard | 8 |
permission of the author | 8 |
sweet way across the | 8 |
a rendezvous with death | 8 |
the tongue of jagai | 8 |
and what is so | 8 |
the little boy he | 8 |
curfew must not ring | 7 |
when the cows come | 7 |
under the sod and | 7 |
that rules the world | 7 |
from the corner of | 7 |
hand that rules the | 7 |
every one of you | 7 |
i thought of the | 7 |
there was not a | 7 |
have a rendezvous with | 7 |
got to go to | 7 |
i have a rendezvous | 7 |
the good moolly cow | 7 |
sod and the dew | 7 |
the sod and the | 7 |
at break of day | 7 |
no boy knows when | 7 |
the old red cradle | 7 |
waiting the judgment day | 7 |
lips that touch liquor | 7 |
the cows come home | 7 |
must not ring to | 7 |
i know not what | 7 |
out of the sky | 7 |
poems teachers ask for | 7 |
the road to mandalay | 7 |
to be a soldier | 6 |
he goes to sleep | 6 |
in the heart of | 6 |
again with water that | 6 |
the lips that touch | 6 |
by permission of messrs | 6 |
and through the wood | 6 |
stormy winds do blow | 6 |
i wish i were | 6 |
water that is past | 6 |
i got to go | 6 |
out to old aunt | 6 |
never grind again with | 6 |
of the road and | 6 |
the brave days of | 6 |
give them the flowers | 6 |
will never grind again | 6 |
the light of the | 6 |
want to be a | 6 |
two kinds of people | 6 |
to the top of | 6 |
and the young man | 6 |
liquor must never touch | 6 |
when father carves the | 6 |
the happy little cripple | 6 |
and you and you | 6 |
the rivers of france | 6 |
i want to be | 6 |
the way you look | 6 |
boy knows when he | 6 |
the banner of the | 6 |
with water that is | 6 |
them the flowers now | 6 |
the bonnet of bonny | 6 |
nen the little boy | 6 |
where hate should die | 6 |
are all with thee | 6 |
of you won the | 6 |
the night before christmas | 6 |
father carves the duck | 6 |
the nine little goblins | 6 |
the mill will never | 6 |
the stormy winds do | 6 |
the light goes out | 6 |
grind again with water | 6 |
land of beginning again | 6 |
which shall it be | 6 |
knows when he goes | 6 |
you won the war | 6 |
wish to hold in | 6 |
alone with my conscience | 6 |
the hand that rules | 6 |
wind of the sea | 6 |
with all his might | 6 |
i sit in the | 6 |
the best of all | 6 |
the sound of a | 6 |
bonnet of bonny dundee | 6 |
shall be tied to | 6 |
what shall i do | 6 |
land where hate should | 6 |
touch liquor must never | 6 |
brave days of old | 6 |
where go the children | 6 |
thank god for the | 6 |
git the little boy | 6 |
banner of the free | 6 |
want to go to | 6 |
i want to go | 6 |
when he goes to | 6 |
in the brave days | 6 |
on the top of | 6 |
in the depths of | 6 |
one of you won | 6 |
towser shall be tied | 6 |
casey at the bat | 6 |
when the light goes | 6 |
that touch liquor must | 6 |
must never touch mine | 6 |
mill will never grind | 6 |
you and you and | 5 |
even this shall pass | 5 |
what is the flag | 5 |
sit on a cushion | 5 |
is life worth living | 5 |
for billy and me | 5 |
the depths of the | 5 |
and the barber kept | 5 |
gaze in the fire | 5 |
in the middle of | 5 |
the land where hate | 5 |
boy stood on the | 5 |
kingdom by the sea | 5 |
the cradle is the | 5 |
starry flower of liberty | 5 |
if all the skies | 5 |
on fair kirkconnell lea | 5 |
hill from the poor | 5 |
the weaver makes his | 5 |
when autumn shakes the | 5 |
the middle of the | 5 |
stood on the burning | 5 |
in the silence and | 5 |
the land of beginning | 5 |
to go to morrow | 5 |
from the good moolly | 5 |
the rider of the | 5 |
over the hill from | 5 |
for the hand that | 5 |
the honour of bristol | 5 |
i were where helen | 5 |
sew a fine seam | 5 |
and sew a fine | 5 |
trouble trouble till trouble | 5 |
me how to woo | 5 |
hame fain wad i | 5 |
sit in the silence | 5 |
on board of the | 5 |
cows come slowly home | 5 |
in the land of | 5 |
is the land where | 5 |
he looked like a | 5 |
by the light of | 5 |
cradle is the hand | 5 |
never trouble trouble till | 5 |
the gallant three hundred | 5 |
time of clearer twitterings | 5 |
fer the raggedy man | 5 |
asleep at the switch | 5 |
milk from the good | 5 |
the way for billy | 5 |
way for billy and | 5 |
the three little kittens | 5 |
weaver makes his shuttle | 5 |
the river and through | 5 |
is the flag of | 5 |
was aware of his | 5 |
cushion and sew a | 5 |
is the hand that | 5 |
a visit from st | 5 |
the patter of the | 5 |
he was aware of | 5 |
the barber kept on | 5 |
ambulance down in the | 5 |
and you from the | 5 |
he who has the | 5 |
the hill from the | 5 |
the silence and gaze | 5 |
once on a time | 5 |
he goes through the | 5 |
trouble till trouble troubles | 5 |
were where helen lies | 5 |
that rocks the cradle | 5 |
over the river and | 5 |
the shade of the | 5 |
came to rob him | 5 |
river and through the | 5 |
this is the land | 5 |
fain wad i be | 5 |
my house by the | 5 |
on a cushion and | 5 |
and be a friend | 5 |
it is a pleasant | 5 |
the midst of the | 5 |
and this is the | 5 |
till trouble troubles me | 5 |
frolic in the snow | 5 |
barber kept on shaving | 5 |
i never trouble trouble | 5 |
better than gold is | 5 |
and gaze in the | 5 |
the end of a | 5 |
and he looked like | 5 |
silence and gaze in | 5 |
the squirtgun uncle maked | 5 |
rocks the cradle is | 5 |
the head of the | 5 |
the cows are coming | 5 |
as i sit in | 5 |
cows are coming home | 5 |
on the burning deck | 5 |
who has the vision | 5 |
down in the valley | 5 |
autumn shakes the rambo | 5 |
and greta woods are | 5 |
this shall pass away | 5 |
a cushion and sew | 5 |
tell me how to | 5 |
the heart of a | 5 |
the cows come slowly | 5 |
sing you a song | 5 |
lee and willie grey | 5 |
squirtgun uncle maked me | 5 |
let me live in | 5 |
but i go on | 5 |
is a pleasant day | 5 |
the boy stood on | 5 |
for i never trouble | 5 |
is it worth while | 5 |
was a little boy | 5 |
i wonder if they | 5 |
the starry flower of | 5 |
one pair of stockings | 5 |
hand that rocks the | 5 |
pair of stockings to | 5 |
katie lee and willie | 5 |
come back to me | 5 |
the hand that rocks | 5 |
hail the banner of | 4 |
the spirit of mortal | 4 |
i heard on the | 4 |
summer or winter or | 4 |
but no boy knows | 4 |
where are the galleons | 4 |
gone to the colors | 4 |
the pleasant isle of | 4 |
the breath of the | 4 |
to see what was | 4 |
for it is there | 4 |
into the hands of | 4 |
life is worth living | 4 |
knightly rider of the | 4 |
the wind and the | 4 |
rode the six hundred | 4 |
of east and west | 4 |
but what have we | 4 |
why should the spirit | 4 |
his wise old head | 4 |
the leaves of the | 4 |
join the brimming river | 4 |
know not what thou | 4 |
work thou for pleasure | 4 |
at the close of | 4 |
men may come and | 4 |
the flag of the | 4 |
shall i tell you | 4 |
bird with a broken | 4 |
be a friend to | 4 |
house by the road | 4 |
road and be a | 4 |
by the rio grande | 4 |
a friend to man | 4 |
showed me the hole | 4 |
a year and a | 4 |
kid has gone to | 4 |
home they brought her | 4 |
we et out on | 4 |
tasks are all ended | 4 |
when i think of | 4 |
the wunks is got | 4 |
the mortgage on the | 4 |
christmas day in the | 4 |
spirit of mortal be | 4 |
of mortal be proud | 4 |
day by day the | 4 |
the boughs of the | 4 |
song of the sea | 4 |
fell an april shower | 4 |
thinkest the price be | 4 |
leak in the dike | 4 |
lessons and tasks are | 4 |
the gift of the | 4 |
for men may come | 4 |
where did you get | 4 |
till he was aware | 4 |
has gone to the | 4 |
and his clothes were | 4 |
winter or spring or | 4 |
others call it god | 4 |
gift of the gab | 4 |
have taken the oath | 4 |
breaking waves dashed high | 4 |
i could hear the | 4 |
and the heart of | 4 |
flow to join the | 4 |
poems our readers have | 4 |
lives in the lane | 4 |
ones gather around me | 4 |
we are they whose | 4 |
i have held it | 4 |
shade of the apple | 4 |
in the house of | 4 |
the breast of the | 4 |
and all day long | 4 |
board of the arethusa | 4 |
and fell on the | 4 |
but the mare like | 4 |
end of a perfect | 4 |
he showed me the | 4 |
i can see it | 4 |
she was a phantom | 4 |
all snug in their | 4 |
how to woo thee | 4 |
ballad of east and | 4 |
of the hills of | 4 |
i am the flag | 4 |
i can tell of | 4 |
the coppenter man said | 4 |
a troop of the | 4 |
fort bukloh as fast | 4 |
you like the best | 4 |
or spring or fall | 4 |
the eyes of the | 4 |
then hail the banner | 4 |
if you can take | 4 |
when the old man | 4 |
and the other four | 4 |
a ballad of the | 4 |
the little ones gather | 4 |
the galleons of spain | 4 |
black eyes and brown | 4 |
the birds and the | 4 |
am the flag of | 4 |
readers have asked for | 4 |
and closed his eyes | 4 |
she turns up her | 4 |
down by the rio | 4 |
may come and men | 4 |
harp that once through | 4 |
not what thou art | 4 |
troop of the guides | 4 |
the mare like a | 4 |
greta woods are green | 4 |
then up and spoke | 4 |
the top of a | 4 |
of a perfect day | 4 |
the funny little fellow | 4 |
you hoeing your row | 4 |
oath of the brother | 4 |
the roar of the | 4 |
knows whatever will become | 4 |
out in the fields | 4 |
band begins to play | 4 |
at the sound of | 4 |
came out of the | 4 |
breathes there the man | 4 |
and tasks are all | 4 |
a phantom of delight | 4 |
makes his shuttle hither | 4 |
to my ain countrie | 4 |
thou thinkest the price | 4 |
in the days gone | 4 |
hey nony nony no | 4 |
it may be that | 4 |
the place where the | 4 |
the road and be | 4 |
spoke not a word | 4 |
night and be kissed | 4 |
riding on the rail | 4 |
the shadow of the | 4 |
are the galleons of | 4 |
with nobody in it | 4 |
i listen to the | 4 |
the blood of the | 4 |
when papa was a | 4 |
far out on the | 4 |
rain on the roof | 4 |
come and men may | 4 |
in the light of | 4 |
et out on the | 4 |
in the house by | 4 |
which do you like | 4 |
i shall miss the | 4 |
i could see the | 4 |
whatever will become of | 4 |
from morn till night | 4 |
the lessons and tasks | 4 |
are you hoeing your | 4 |
was a phantom of | 4 |
the feet of the | 4 |
at the foot of | 4 |
the band begins to | 4 |
old red cradle rocked | 4 |
shuttle to and fro | 4 |
a hundred years ago | 4 |
i want to hear | 4 |
forty flags with their | 4 |
building of the ship | 4 |
the old oaken bucket | 4 |
there fell an april | 4 |
day in the workhouse | 4 |
taken the oath of | 4 |
the quangle wangle quee | 4 |
little ones gather around | 4 |
do you like the | 4 |
in this kingdom by | 4 |
and deep and wide | 4 |
in my house by | 4 |
white as the snow | 4 |
come fill up my | 4 |
or winter or spring | 4 |
this kingdom by the | 4 |
like the best of | 4 |
walrus and the carpenter | 4 |
song of the shirt | 4 |
goes through the town | 4 |
snug in their beds | 4 |
queen summer or winter | 4 |
as white as the | 4 |
there was a boy | 4 |
bukloh as fast as | 4 |
of brave lord willoughby | 4 |
i go on forever | 4 |
if thou thinkest the | 4 |
live in my house | 4 |
when he goes through | 4 |
they brought her warrior | 4 |
our readers have asked | 4 |
out on the porch | 4 |
my ship comes in | 4 |
they have taken the | 4 |
as shuts the rose | 4 |
sighing like a furnace | 4 |
the breaking waves dashed | 4 |
when the lessons and | 4 |
to join the brimming | 4 |
and men may go | 4 |
as i have held | 4 |
the men who are | 4 |
his shuttle to and | 4 |
o the days gone | 4 |
how did you die | 4 |
house with nobody in | 4 |
singing soft and low | 4 |
should the spirit of | 4 |
and the glory of | 4 |
rock thee to sleep | 4 |
the night was dark | 4 |
when evening is come | 4 |
is worth living still | 4 |
and west is west | 4 |
for the dear ones | 4 |
curfew shall not ring | 4 |
to bid me good | 4 |
brought her warrior dead | 4 |
the oath of the | 4 |
the isles of greece | 4 |
er tan do re | 4 |
and others call it | 4 |
i like to watch | 4 |
private of the buffs | 4 |
my wondering eyes should | 3 |
with our angel gabriel | 3 |
in my hand or | 3 |
i like the way | 3 |
and in the dust | 3 |
be with us yet | 3 |
for he knows the | 3 |
the children in the | 3 |
the river of time | 3 |
page poems our readers | 3 |
have ye na heard | 3 |
was dressed all in | 3 |
he was chubby and | 3 |
the minister ter tea | 3 |
what do you think | 3 |
drew in my head | 3 |
you guess it is | 3 |
up in the tree | 3 |
where it goes when | 3 |
ends of the earth | 3 |
his team gave a | 3 |
the rose will fade | 3 |
them wuz the best | 3 |
the nice nest i | 3 |
men to raise the | 3 |
there is neither east | 3 |
young foxes in it | 3 |
with a laugh of | 3 |
he would not go | 3 |
his voice no longer | 3 |
hear the voice of | 3 |
the soul of the | 3 |
is out with twenty | 3 |
i had nothing to | 3 |
to be a baker | 3 |
called them by name | 3 |
the tramp of thousands | 3 |
comes to our house | 3 |
twenty men to raise | 3 |
and the nice nest | 3 |
his clothes were all | 3 |
with his face to | 3 |
no one came to | 3 |
will know the reason | 3 |
to raise the border | 3 |
till earth and sky | 3 |
when i saw him | 3 |
the harp that once | 3 |
i will blow you | 3 |
children of our town | 3 |
how the cages jolted | 3 |
up to the house | 3 |
so give them the | 3 |
and i laughed when | 3 |
the owl and the | 3 |
non ti scordar di | 3 |
and this was the | 3 |
and the dimples goes | 3 |
plainly and more plainly | 3 |
the thing you do | 3 |
nose like a cherry | 3 |
gave quick the consent | 3 |
the web and woof | 3 |
great big black things | 3 |
his finger aside of | 3 |
as fast as he | 3 |
thou shalt not wash | 3 |
do you know you | 3 |
jamesy on the slack | 3 |
to his team gave | 3 |
on the shores of | 3 |
peeled off the bark | 3 |
winter without and warmth | 3 |
worth while that we | 3 |
i went into a | 3 |
laughed when i saw | 3 |
up the chimney he | 3 |
you and enough for | 3 |
the coursers they flew | 3 |
the bells of ostend | 3 |
all things bright and | 3 |
when my ship comes | 3 |
was two great big | 3 |
as a romping boy | 3 |
a king might wish | 3 |
peddler just opening his | 3 |
other four good district | 3 |
his face to the | 3 |
mouth was drawn up | 3 |
from the ends of | 3 |
said it was so | 3 |
dreams in his wise | 3 |
a peddler just opening | 3 |
that little tin soldier | 3 |
the shores of tennessee | 3 |
the boy with the | 3 |
good enough for me | 3 |
the other side of | 3 |
with ashes and soot | 3 |
rich in the child | 3 |
uncle used to know | 3 |
to the cool spring | 3 |
he had a broad | 3 |
the lamps are lit | 3 |
come from the ends | 3 |
out of the west | 3 |
on the lawn there | 3 |
knew in a moment | 3 |
face to face with | 3 |
that ever was fought | 3 |
on a stern and | 3 |
jane jones she honestly | 3 |
had nothing to dread | 3 |
but sit on a | 3 |
i can see the | 3 |
weaver at his loom | 3 |
flag of our country | 3 |
but not like the | 3 |
sabre in my hand | 3 |
at the bar of | 3 |
our brains for a | 3 |
the flag is passing | 3 |
just settled our brains | 3 |
out of the hills | 3 |
without and warmth within | 3 |
eagles his coursers they | 3 |
bivouac of the dead | 3 |
toys he had flung | 3 |
how are you hoeing | 3 |
nen the old bear | 3 |
the bumblebee the boy | 3 |
i know not where | 3 |
childish dreams in his | 3 |
i thought i heard | 3 |
once again he cried | 3 |
flag and my flag | 3 |
bravest battle that ever | 3 |
the page poems our | 3 |
close round her neck | 3 |
of all that ends | 3 |
down out of the | 3 |
the childish dreams in | 3 |
meet with an obstacle | 3 |
the men in the | 3 |
dressed all in fur | 3 |
day on me she | 3 |
men in the road | 3 |
are many clouds but | 3 |
filled all the stockings | 3 |
and we are the | 3 |
i have a little | 3 |
and a twist of | 3 |
in the land where | 3 |
in chorus cheers and | 3 |
the man of the | 3 |
is a sort of | 3 |
here and there a | 3 |
sleigh full of toys | 3 |
going to the wars | 3 |
and plainly and more | 3 |
aside of his nose | 3 |
a moment on the | 3 |
the dimples goes in | 3 |
he peeled off the | 3 |
time to go to | 3 |
and sin no more | 3 |
flag is passing by | 3 |
nor yet feed the | 3 |
the old man died | 3 |
it might be a | 3 |
lars porsena of clusium | 3 |
head to his foot | 3 |
will rock thee to | 3 |
little town of bethlehem | 3 |
ti scordar di me | 3 |
valley of death rode | 3 |
might wish to hold | 3 |
i was born on | 3 |
of stockings to mend | 3 |
one of the most | 3 |
he had flung on | 3 |
with a smile on | 3 |
more rapid than eagles | 3 |
with wave and whirlwind | 3 |
little flag in the | 3 |
brains for a long | 3 |
let me tell you | 3 |
i asked of echo | 3 |
in the amen corner | 3 |
go again when the | 3 |
is the name of | 3 |
in the valleys of | 3 |
from the meadows rich | 3 |
when out on the | 3 |
asked for the costliest | 3 |
a house that has | 3 |
see what was the | 3 |
when i heard a | 3 |
down by a storm | 3 |
nen when billy fighted | 3 |
corn fer the raggedy | 3 |
your flag and my | 3 |
the discoverer of the | 3 |
long afore i knowed | 3 |
and some of the | 3 |
shawls about their heads | 3 |
threw up the sash | 3 |
brink of wild brook | 3 |
raise the border side | 3 |
peck on the winder | 3 |
there was a little | 3 |
not a drum was | 3 |
we patter along in | 3 |
should auld acquaintance be | 3 |
the jaws of death | 3 |
straight to his work | 3 |
for this is the | 3 |
way we tread on | 3 |
none but the brave | 3 |
the valley of death | 3 |
the shades of night | 3 |
went straight to his | 3 |
the house with nobody | 3 |
his droll little mouth | 3 |
up from the meadows | 3 |
setting of the sun | 3 |
the bird with a | 3 |
the breath of a | 3 |
why you rock so | 3 |
shall never hear her | 3 |
fair bingen on the | 3 |
like the down of | 3 |
and here and there | 3 |
in hopes that st | 3 |
i knew in a | 3 |
the knee down around | 3 |
i shall leave the | 3 |
o tell me how | 3 |
when two strong men | 3 |
the best times ever | 3 |
the prancing and pawing | 3 |
drawn up like a | 3 |
could i but know | 3 |
who stole four eggs | 3 |
o little town of | 3 |
come out of the | 3 |
a smile on her | 3 |
and one by one | 3 |
the strangest you ever | 3 |
on the side that | 3 |
of the knee down | 3 |
hand or a little | 3 |
the battle of the | 3 |
mount to the sky | 3 |
guess it is i | 3 |
boy and girl of | 3 |
and away they all | 3 |
while visions of sugar | 3 |
the battle rages loud | 3 |
the terror of the | 3 |
lord god of hosts | 3 |
the kid has gone | 3 |
i went to sea | 3 |
high the bowl with | 3 |
and filled all the | 3 |
eyes with misty light | 3 |
than you or i | 3 |
wilt thou be mine | 3 |
this strange eventful history | 3 |
snarling in the middle | 3 |
with a broken pinion | 3 |
was born on the | 3 |
me to know i | 3 |
what shall i say | 3 |
out with twenty men | 3 |
if that one ship | 3 |
prancing and pawing of | 3 |
when i consider how | 3 |
too high for me | 3 |
battle rages loud and | 3 |
to put up a | 3 |
in the window there | 3 |
good district fathers gave | 3 |
wite close round her | 3 |
hung by the chimney | 3 |
wondering eyes should appear | 3 |
the touch of a | 3 |
up and down in | 3 |
i love my prairies | 3 |
and feast upon strawberries | 3 |
down to the river | 3 |
stole four eggs i | 3 |
bonnets of bonny dundee | 3 |
like to be a | 3 |
laugh at all disaster | 3 |
the shawls about their | 3 |
the great white throne | 3 |
to my wondering eyes | 3 |
first the infant in | 3 |
not like the one | 3 |
and gave him a | 3 |
morrow and come back | 3 |
i in my cap | 3 |
man said a wicked | 3 |
his dimples how merry | 3 |
more than two hundred | 3 |
soon gave me to | 3 |
what shall we do | 3 |
my light is spent | 3 |
but i heard him | 3 |
man of the people | 3 |
lost ther chance to | 3 |
and sky stand presently | 3 |
or a musket on | 3 |
wink of his eye | 3 |
plant we in this | 3 |
down the chimney st | 3 |
world is full of | 3 |
let me walk with | 3 |
before the wild hurricane | 3 |
on the dusty road | 3 |
house not a creature | 3 |
color in the wheat | 3 |
not a funeral note | 3 |
droll little mouth was | 3 |
away to the window | 3 |
you rock so slow | 3 |
lean and slender maidenhood | 3 |
the pride of the | 3 |
up like a bow | 3 |
nicholas soon would be | 3 |
who lives in the | 3 |
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queen of the seasons | 3 |
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mamma in her kerchief | 3 |
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sagas of the kitchen | 3 |
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smell of that jasmine | 3 |
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james and his mother | 3 |
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pair of merry fays | 3 |
the dark blue sky | 3 |
twist of his head | 3 |
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dry leaves that before | 3 |
to the patter of | 3 |
tore open the shutters | 3 |
wave and whirlwind wrestle | 3 |
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the fairy queen of | 3 |
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as the weaver makes | 3 |
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of toys he had | 3 |
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men stand face to | 3 |
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the hearth beside her | 3 |
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just opening his pack | 3 |
what was the matter | 3 |
of the coppenter man | 3 |
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our birth and state | 3 |
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top the coursers they | 3 |
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the world is full | 3 |
drummer boy of mission | 3 |
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bowl with samian wine | 3 |
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the little toy dog | 2 |
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me as i hear | 2 |
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me to bid me | 2 |
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in their innocent surprise | 2 |
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the moon and stars | 2 |
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house in the autumn | 2 |
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full fifty summers a | 2 |
my dear and only | 2 |
the rocking pines of | 2 |
more than a thief | 2 |
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must eat the white | 2 |
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smooth bright pebbles drop | 2 |
hat left and right | 2 |
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the brownness of his | 2 |
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where his pickets are | 2 |
what is so glad | 2 |
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he who has vision | 2 |
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down his lonely pillow | 2 |
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her white lips saying | 2 |
of the light brigade | 2 |
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out through the garden | 2 |
who list to hear | 2 |
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away on the billow | 2 |
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around the river illustration | 2 |
where there is more | 2 |
god prosper long our | 2 |
of the latian name | 2 |
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of the whitewashed halls | 2 |
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with foam of the | 2 |
i loved the great | 2 |
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fine store like his | 2 |
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