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| quadgram | frequency |
|---|---|
| smallest of them all | 19 |
| the smallest of them | 19 |
| the lonely of heart | 15 |
| nobody gets old and | 12 |
| where nobody gets old | 12 |
| to the tune of | 12 |
| in the shape of | 10 |
| the back of the | 9 |
| a knock at the | 9 |
| a murmuring in the | 9 |
| murmuring in the leaves | 9 |
| in the name of | 8 |
| lonely of heart is | 8 |
| at the foot of | 8 |
| the five little ones | 8 |
| the end of the | 8 |
| i should never have | 8 |
| of heart is withered | 8 |
| how do you do | 8 |
| heart is withered away | 8 |
| at the same time | 7 |
| knock at the door | 7 |
| that is to say | 7 |
| for the blue bird | 7 |
| what are you doing | 7 |
| of pyramus and thisbe | 7 |
| the shape of a | 7 |
| a tongue that is | 6 |
| what do you say | 6 |
| before the curtain representing | 6 |
| the blue bird is | 6 |
| the foot of the | 6 |
| dance upon the mountains | 6 |
| old and bitter of | 6 |
| do you see the | 6 |
| at the end of | 6 |
| i should like to | 6 |
| have the blue bird | 6 |
| the land of memory | 6 |
| the abode of the | 6 |
| the matter with them | 6 |
| they all go out | 6 |
| the tune of the | 6 |
| and dance upon the | 6 |
| for a moment and | 6 |
| and bitter of tongue | 6 |
| i want to go | 6 |
| that the blue bird | 6 |
| there is nothing to | 6 |
| of palamon and arcite | 6 |
| the tricks of the | 5 |
| the curtain representing the | 5 |
| blows over the lonely | 5 |
| the joy of understanding | 5 |
| and the lonely of | 5 |
| the top of the | 5 |
| nothing to do with | 5 |
| is the happiness of | 5 |
| the wind blows over | 5 |
| the song of the | 5 |
| i do not know | 5 |
| wind blows out of | 5 |
| you like to see | 5 |
| little one go away | 5 |
| in front of the | 5 |
| i beg your pardon | 5 |
| the souls of the | 5 |
| in the midst of | 5 |
| the gates of the | 5 |
| but i also love | 5 |
| kingdom of the future | 5 |
| of the gates of | 5 |
| going up to the | 5 |
| blows out of the | 5 |
| the kingdom of the | 5 |
| the wind blows out | 5 |
| the happiness of the | 5 |
| wind blows over the | 5 |
| would you like to | 5 |
| by the name of | 5 |
| of one of the | 5 |
| what do you think | 5 |
| out of the gates | 5 |
| over the lonely of | 5 |
| do you love me | 5 |
| from the back of | 5 |
| i shall always be | 5 |
| tyltyl but i also | 5 |
| i have never seen | 5 |
| the matter with you | 5 |
| gates of the day | 5 |
| i am going to | 5 |
| because your heart is | 4 |
| faeries dance in a | 4 |
| let me kiss you | 4 |
| the child what is | 4 |
| out on the left | 4 |
| what have you been | 4 |
| end of the hall | 4 |
| at the sight of | 4 |
| how beautiful it is | 4 |
| good luck into the | 4 |
| your heart is old | 4 |
| for the first time | 4 |
| go out on the | 4 |
| how lovely they are | 4 |
| evil on the house | 4 |
| what do you mean | 4 |
| has laughed and murmured | 4 |
| dance in a place | 4 |
| the names of the | 4 |
| run on the top | 4 |
| and sing of a | 4 |
| how pretty they are | 4 |
| fate and time and | 4 |
| the little blue child | 4 |
| other end of the | 4 |
| the child with the | 4 |
| from right to left | 4 |
| in the middle of | 4 |
| the great mendicant and | 4 |
| is the matter with | 4 |
| the columns in the | 4 |
| the middle of the | 4 |
| that he should be | 4 |
| the other end of | 4 |
| gets old and crafty | 4 |
| me out of this | 4 |
| i heard a reed | 4 |
| the door on the | 4 |
| the beginning of the | 4 |
| even the old are | 4 |
| upon the mountains like | 4 |
| white arms in the | 4 |
| i want to know | 4 |
| a reed of coolaney | 4 |
| the wind has laughed | 4 |
| laughed and murmured and | 4 |
| they hear the wind | 4 |
| tyltyl and mytyl are | 4 |
| and here is the | 4 |
| the name of all | 4 |
| a little queer old | 4 |
| sing of a land | 4 |
| feet in a ring | 4 |
| gets old and godly | 4 |
| land where even the | 4 |
| the wise are merry | 4 |
| where even the old | 4 |
| while the faeries dance | 4 |
| top of the dishevelled | 4 |
| a land where even | 4 |
| no more do i | 4 |
| luck into the house | 4 |
| the mountains like a | 4 |
| and crafty and wise | 4 |
| old and godly and | 4 |
| in a place apart | 4 |
| i choose this one | 4 |
| wind has laughed and | 4 |
| too many of them | 4 |
| white feet in a | 4 |
| the old are fair | 4 |
| mountains like a flame | 4 |
| child with the melons | 4 |
| back of the hall | 4 |
| tricks of the fairy | 4 |
| on the top of | 4 |
| columns in the foreground | 4 |
| we have no time | 4 |
| are merry of tongue | 4 |
| arms in the air | 4 |
| what a lot of | 4 |
| take me out of | 4 |
| go out this way | 4 |
| underneath that greenwood spray | 4 |
| gets old and bitter | 4 |
| how old are you | 4 |
| wise are merry of | 4 |
| of thomas of erceldoune | 4 |
| i would like to | 4 |
| out of this dull | 4 |
| by the hand and | 4 |
| the children who are | 4 |
| of a land where | 4 |
| but i heard a | 4 |
| and even the wise | 4 |
| we shall have to | 4 |
| would like to dance | 4 |
| what is the matter | 4 |
| the faeries dance in | 4 |
| heard a reed of | 4 |
| for they hear the | 4 |
| hear the wind laugh | 4 |
| reprinted in this book | 4 |
| reed of coolaney say | 4 |
| and godly and grave | 4 |
| even the wise are | 4 |
| of huon of bordeaux | 4 |
| and the six girls | 4 |
| of the four lovers | 4 |
| and time and change | 4 |
| they are going to | 4 |
| tongue that is too | 4 |
| of the fairy called | 4 |
| of the knightes tale | 4 |
| there are too many | 4 |
| of the dishevelled tide | 4 |
| there are many more | 4 |
| a lot of them | 4 |
| yon is the way | 4 |
| tyltyl turns the diamond | 4 |
| and murmured and sung | 4 |
| tyltyl what do you | 4 |
| old and crafty and | 4 |
| i am the joy | 3 |
| at the back of | 3 |
| the dog and the | 3 |
| will go with you | 3 |
| tyltyl who are those | 3 |
| mytyl what are those | 3 |
| you have been very | 3 |
| time of the day | 3 |
| are the luxury of | 3 |
| destiny and the six | 3 |
| of seeing what is | 3 |
| i have to say | 3 |
| in the light of | 3 |
| going to the great | 3 |
| what is he saying | 3 |
| come out of the | 3 |
| things and the animals | 3 |
| door on the right | 3 |
| what am i to | 3 |
| and murmur and sing | 3 |
| come and look at | 3 |
| at the top of | 3 |
| at the other end | 3 |
| and the luxury of | 3 |
| the things and the | 3 |
| for all your pleasures | 3 |
| the joy of seeing | 3 |
| the luxury of understanding | 3 |
| foot of the cupboard | 3 |
| mad merry pranks of | 3 |
| curtain representing the milky | 3 |
| running barefoot in the | 3 |
| to the great peasant | 3 |
| shall always be there | 3 |
| is nothing to be | 3 |
| should never have known | 3 |
| what have you done | 3 |
| enter tyltyl and light | 3 |
| the great peasant and | 3 |
| abode of the ancestors | 3 |
| not one of those | 3 |
| one of the children | 3 |
| for milk and fire | 3 |
| legend of good women | 3 |
| grass with your quick | 3 |
| the mad merry pranks | 3 |
| the way to heaven | 3 |
| to do is to | 3 |
| there was not one | 3 |
| are you coming with | 3 |
| goes into the next | 3 |
| as we shall see | 3 |
| appears to have been | 3 |
| there many of them | 3 |
| sing for all your | 3 |
| of the fairy queen | 3 |
| now that we are | 3 |
| we do not see | 3 |
| the king of the | 3 |
| turned himself into a | 3 |
| abode of the children | 3 |
| i must kiss you | 3 |
| alexander teixeira de mattos | 3 |
| what does that mean | 3 |
| who is very ill | 3 |
| i am always the | 3 |
| but we cannot see | 3 |
| romance of thomas of | 3 |
| see that i have | 3 |
| have nothing to do | 3 |
| to the temple of | 3 |
| the palace of night | 3 |
| the two noble kinsmen | 3 |
| doubt as to the | 3 |
| to do with the | 3 |
| make a ring on | 3 |
| the face of the | 3 |
| should never have thought | 3 |
| what are they doing | 3 |
| and waters and pale | 3 |
| the oak is that | 3 |
| are too many of | 3 |
| went to the temple | 3 |
| am very glad to | 3 |
| the key in the | 3 |
| to be afraid of | 3 |
| am i to do | 3 |
| joy of being just | 3 |
| the fairy have you | 3 |
| luxury of understanding nothing | 3 |
| murmur and sing of | 3 |
| how nice he looks | 3 |
| milk and fire upon | 3 |
| representing the milky way | 3 |
| the joy of being | 3 |
| the right to choose | 3 |
| glad to see you | 3 |
| do what you will | 3 |
| it is too late | 3 |
| we have to do | 3 |
| happiness of running barefoot | 3 |
| you will no longer | 3 |
| i am very glad | 3 |
| each other by the | 3 |
| of ogier the dane | 3 |
| laugh and murmur and | 3 |
| of orpheus and eurydice | 3 |
| an end of it | 3 |
| dog and the cat | 3 |
| up from the back | 3 |
| the first child i | 3 |
| coming out of the | 3 |
| i will give you | 3 |
| am the joy of | 3 |
| are there many of | 3 |
| back of the halls | 3 |
| have fallen from the | 3 |
| to the next door | 3 |
| the soul of sugar | 3 |
| on the third day | 3 |
| legend of pyramus and | 3 |
| between the columns in | 3 |
| have no time to | 3 |
| the end of time | 3 |
| in the form of | 3 |
| am always the same | 3 |
| joy of maternal love | 3 |
| in the forest and | 3 |
| the midst of them | 3 |
| from the table and | 3 |
| on a may eve | 3 |
| the legend of pyramus | 3 |
| of them there are | 3 |
| going to the next | 3 |
| the six girls and | 3 |
| i shall be the | 3 |
| in his arms and | 3 |
| how good it is | 3 |
| take a few steps | 3 |
| and clasping his knees | 3 |
| as soon as you | 3 |
| not blame her greatly | 3 |
| on the left is | 3 |
| the romance of thomas | 3 |
| the luxury of being | 3 |
| the opening of the | 3 |
| than the eagle cock | 3 |
| fairy mythology of shakespeare | 3 |
| song of the nightingales | 3 |
| got the blue bird | 3 |
| push back the door | 3 |
| seest thou now yon | 3 |
| in a sort of | 3 |
| see nothing at all | 3 |
| merry pranks of robin | 3 |
| and look at the | 3 |
| he has put on | 3 |
| that you are not | 3 |
| i also love the | 3 |
| i will go with | 3 |
| waters and pale lights | 3 |
| with your quick measures | 3 |
| joy of seeing what | 3 |
| at the bottom of | 3 |
| we are going to | 3 |
| must be one of | 3 |
| do not blame her | 3 |
| i should think so | 3 |
| and turn the sapphire | 3 |
| do you recognise me | 3 |
| of the blue bird | 3 |
| barefoot in the dew | 3 |
| out his hand to | 3 |
| queen of the fairies | 3 |
| have you been doing | 3 |
| the king and queen | 3 |
| until the end of | 3 |
| the wind laugh and | 3 |
| story of palamon and | 3 |
| i quite agree with | 3 |
| the soul of the | 3 |
| we are very happy | 3 |
| seeing what is beautiful | 3 |
| fairy king and queen | 3 |
| another little one go | 3 |
| the name of philostrate | 3 |
| pranks of robin good | 3 |
| when i went away | 3 |
| in the blue bird | 3 |
| into the next room | 3 |
| the story of palamon | 3 |
| is the joy of | 3 |
| bread i quite agree | 3 |
| into the power of | 3 |
| we cannot see beyond | 3 |
| the left is the | 3 |
| and the little ones | 3 |
| i told you so | 3 |
| wind laugh and murmur | 3 |
| as we have seen | 3 |
| i will go and | 3 |
| of running barefoot in | 3 |
| that he could not | 3 |
| key in the lock | 3 |
| plot of the four | 3 |
| may be seen in | 3 |
| nothing to be done | 3 |
| what we have to | 3 |
| how beautiful she is | 3 |
| do you think of | 3 |
| thought of calvary trouble | 2 |
| made an end of | 2 |
| puts her arms about | 2 |
| she came near i | 2 |
| tire of winds and | 2 |
| or had my father | 2 |
| how did you get | 2 |
| thin knuckles on the | 2 |
| let no thought of | 2 |
| tyltyl i tell you | 2 |
| a fly dancing in | 2 |
| we do not know | 2 |
| which closes again behind | 2 |
| i never saw her | 2 |
| of the very hand | 2 |
| knocking at the door | 2 |
| i will instruct you | 2 |
| the good people by | 2 |
| that all things trouble | 2 |
| are the happiness of | 2 |
| what is in here | 2 |
| at the siege of | 2 |
| heavens above us like | 2 |
| spirit still walk by | 2 |
| who is the ruler | 2 |
| i have told you | 2 |
| looking for the blue | 2 |
| what i have to | 2 |
| neighbours and were glad | 2 |
| the knives and spread | 2 |
| when i will and | 2 |
| who ride the winds | 2 |
| well how calling the | 2 |
| edge of a forest | 2 |
| of the children the | 2 |
| age bring the red | 2 |
| of the closed shutters | 2 |
| with the story of | 2 |
| a pimple on her | 2 |
| her parents are to | 2 |
| little round of deeds | 2 |
| from the waste beyond | 2 |
| round of deeds and | 2 |
| abroad in the boisterous | 2 |
| produced at a time | 2 |
| the young must sigh | 2 |
| have said wicked things | 2 |
| the sources and analogues | 2 |
| come out for a | 2 |
| a king of ireland | 2 |
| to the good i | 2 |
| up my last days | 2 |
| i am no such | 2 |
| that she is waiting | 2 |
| you coming with us | 2 |
| curtain act v scene | 2 |
| warm heart for ever | 2 |
| women leave old paths | 2 |
| by and they grew | 2 |
| go with the children | 2 |
| went by and they | 2 |
| the cross will keep | 2 |
| old way through love | 2 |
| i keep you in | 2 |
| and dream and hope | 2 |
| a score of times | 2 |
| heart that was most | 2 |
| idle when i will | 2 |
| a little old woman | 2 |
| opens and discloses the | 2 |
| week to clover hill | 2 |
| of a man turned | 2 |
| glad that i was | 2 |
| the curtain parts and | 2 |
| since you have come | 2 |
| fallen from the celtic | 2 |
| it through the door | 2 |
| it is just possible | 2 |
| enraptured quiet of the | 2 |
| the young are idle | 2 |
| the freedom i have | 2 |
| second child i shall | 2 |
| and dew with no | 2 |
| out of the cold | 2 |
| am no such thing | 2 |
| will trip it up | 2 |
| came near i thought | 2 |
| other by the hand | 2 |
| and what about me | 2 |
| them for a moment | 2 |
| is it my fault | 2 |
| godly and too grave | 2 |
| of no common rate | 2 |
| and at his departure | 2 |
| makes the world go | 2 |
| of every pretty face | 2 |
| the end of which | 2 |
| over much at all | 2 |
| for me and for | 2 |
| how happy i feel | 2 |
| were not made by | 2 |
| out of the very | 2 |
| are so young and | 2 |
| the grove where palamon | 2 |
| to himself and to | 2 |
| are you doing here | 2 |
| dying embers of a | 2 |
| young may lie in | 2 |
| evil upon the house | 2 |
| light they are the | 2 |
| looks are all the | 2 |
| one with the other | 2 |
| the house that gives | 2 |
| since the beginning of | 2 |
| grow like the rest | 2 |
| would be no use | 2 |
| of fire and dew | 2 |
| looking at the wall | 2 |
| one of the many | 2 |
| but now the indissoluble | 2 |
| six girls and destiny | 2 |
| what are you reading | 2 |
| with ribbons on your | 2 |
| hundred acres of good | 2 |
| is to be their | 2 |
| the mysteries of love | 2 |
| like their neighbours and | 2 |
| point of the story | 2 |
| want to go home | 2 |
| we should never be | 2 |
| the great ancestor but | 2 |
| but the lawless angels | 2 |
| i want to stay | 2 |
| that they will not | 2 |
| give you a kiss | 2 |
| folk like us would | 2 |
| lay the knives and | 2 |
| when she came near | 2 |
| tricks in this manner | 2 |
| himself like to the | 2 |
| you are so young | 2 |
| see what you do | 2 |
| the great ancestor and | 2 |
| in the kingdom of | 2 |
| which man does not | 2 |
| alone in the world | 2 |
| the name of your | 2 |
| you some new milk | 2 |
| the reeds and the | 2 |
| biggest luxuries of the | 2 |
| she knows no better | 2 |
| love and my captivity | 2 |
| they are the children | 2 |
| for poor folk like | 2 |
| you grow like the | 2 |
| beginning of the world | 2 |
| in a conciliatory tone | 2 |
| heart with merry words | 2 |
| come the wrecked angels | 2 |
| king and queen of | 2 |
| when you know her | 2 |
| listen to her dreamy | 2 |
| have you had enough | 2 |
| have power until the | 2 |
| is the best of | 2 |
| and for my pranks | 2 |
| classical story of orpheus | 2 |
| the priest and lets | 2 |
| cannot know how naughty | 2 |
| that old book down | 2 |
| care i how fair | 2 |
| smoke coiling from the | 2 |
| boy could blarney him | 2 |
| kind tongue too full | 2 |
| in the morning he | 2 |
| on the wall hangs | 2 |
| my need doth make | 2 |
| go out by the | 2 |
| of the sky with | 2 |
| opening of the knightes | 2 |
| the first fytte is | 2 |
| right at the back | 2 |
| to open the door | 2 |
| i take this one | 2 |
| for i have never | 2 |
| there never was such | 2 |
| of winds and waters | 2 |
| bed and dream and | 2 |
| not made by rats | 2 |
| the tongue and face | 2 |
| lawless angels see that | 2 |
| of the chamber to | 2 |
| them with light hopes | 2 |
| and the happiness of | 2 |
| shuddering and half joyous | 2 |
| come into this barony | 2 |
| when you are not | 2 |
| tyltyl what is that | 2 |
| down beside me here | 2 |
| and if you promise | 2 |
| the stage remains empty | 2 |
| the light of the | 2 |
| her by the hand | 2 |
| proofing methods and tools | 2 |
| such angels knock upon | 2 |
| and wrangle over butter | 2 |
| always the most beautiful | 2 |
| milk is ready now | 2 |
| makers and the like | 2 |
| mummy tyl what are | 2 |
| the biggest luxuries of | 2 |
| shaped himself like to | 2 |
| returns with the honey | 2 |
| all kinds of ribbons | 2 |
| of the one crucified | 2 |
| has put on the | 2 |
| i will undertake to | 2 |
| light what is it | 2 |
| which were not made | 2 |
| the slender weed that | 2 |
| and all the nine | 2 |
| do it on purpose | 2 |
| the dear name of | 2 |
| we have done what | 2 |
| hope must fall from | 2 |
| the holy martyrs and | 2 |
| this loving couple to | 2 |
| but in no way | 2 |
| her in out of | 2 |
| how fair she be | 2 |
| she took that old | 2 |
| crucifix and shrieks and | 2 |
| is what i have | 2 |
| upon the next scene | 2 |
| is an improved edition | 2 |
| and for her sake | 2 |
| i seem to recognise | 2 |
| in the dewy shadow | 2 |
| to the hour for | 2 |
| stay with my little | 2 |
| too godly and too | 2 |
| take him for a | 2 |
| know what they are | 2 |
| have all the freedom | 2 |
| to see you smile | 2 |
| is the great joy | 2 |
| fairy on the contrary | 2 |
| curtain representing the edge | 2 |
| one of the windows | 2 |
| all kinds of evil | 2 |
| what care i how | 2 |
| i will see that | 2 |
| of weddings and of | 2 |
| who died and rose | 2 |
| bring good luck into | 2 |
| the blue bird and | 2 |
| an orator making a | 2 |
| mother was quite cross | 2 |
| is a serious moment | 2 |
| sees the crucifix and | 2 |
| work as some do | 2 |
| may have all kinds | 2 |
| great mendicant and the | 2 |
| i shall have to | 2 |
| so nimbly do we | 2 |
| you like me to | 2 |
| or where stars walk | 2 |
| the world were mine | 2 |
| tune of the jovial | 2 |
| call me by the | 2 |
| do they go out | 2 |
| smile watching it crumble | 2 |
| them must drive through | 2 |
| you would have it | 2 |
| we have a hundred | 2 |
| the blessed quicken wood | 2 |
| and it may be | 2 |
| the door of the | 2 |
| of the son of | 2 |
| walk in the night | 2 |
| the light wind blowing | 2 |
| should not fill your | 2 |
| to the two children | 2 |
| the world and who | 2 |
| tongues bring no captivity | 2 |
| out of the window | 2 |
| i can see that | 2 |
| a cloudy blossoming of | 2 |
| i was courteous to | 2 |
| or the light wind | 2 |
| from the bridge by | 2 |
| wise because your heart | 2 |
| it is time to | 2 |
| of your own heart | 2 |
| we shall have a | 2 |
| eleventh and twelfth centuries | 2 |
| they have power until | 2 |
| the chief of the | 2 |
| it seems to me | 2 |
| the lawless angels see | 2 |
| the interior of a | 2 |
| a way none trod | 2 |
| and cover it out | 2 |
| away where nobody can | 2 |
| many a dream and | 2 |
| die for half a | 2 |
| through many a dream | 2 |
| her more bread and | 2 |
| still walk by my | 2 |
| shall go with me | 2 |
| were mine to give | 2 |
| with crest of gold | 2 |
| be supposed to have | 2 |
| full of silver and | 2 |
| with dreams none other | 2 |
| himself and to the | 2 |
| keep you in the | 2 |
| feel content and wisdom | 2 |
| it was i who | 2 |
| go back into the | 2 |
| to the dresser and | 2 |
| the luxury of satisfied | 2 |
| i heard other small | 2 |
| what do they want | 2 |
| little good he got | 2 |
| there is also a | 2 |
| out by the window | 2 |
| that is our blessed | 2 |
| the branch of blessed | 2 |
| to dance with them | 2 |
| i will and idle | 2 |
| is a poem in | 2 |
| and blessed bread under | 2 |
| up against the door | 2 |
| because she is so | 2 |
| looks shyly at the | 2 |
| this mighty spirit alone | 2 |
| as an epithet of | 2 |
| tyltyl what is it | 2 |
| will keep all harm | 2 |
| little man with the | 2 |
| from maddening freedom and | 2 |
| stage remains empty for | 2 |
| came last week to | 2 |
| it would be no | 2 |
| never have known you | 2 |
| because of the fairy | 2 |
| the palace of happiness | 2 |
| ride upon the winds | 2 |
| the whole of the | 2 |
| beheld that lady gay | 2 |
| if i may say | 2 |
| the wind is blowing | 2 |
| naughty your words are | 2 |
| shyly at the priest | 2 |
| to talk wickedly of | 2 |
| away your dreams of | 2 |
| blinks and blinks on | 2 |
| the children of the | 2 |
| that i have not | 2 |
| tune of what care | 2 |
| you do their work | 2 |
| the one of the | 2 |
| has a pimple on | 2 |
| and you behold the | 2 |
| trip it up and | 2 |
| have made a mistake | 2 |
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