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quadgram | frequency |
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when my dreams come | 26 |
my dreams come true | 26 |
where shall we land | 23 |
to hear her sing | 22 |
touches of her hands | 20 |
old sweetheart of mine | 19 |
from the arabic of | 19 |
bride that is to | 18 |
when lide married him | 18 |
he called her in | 18 |
the touches of her | 18 |
that is to be | 18 |
from the chinese of | 16 |
my bride that is | 14 |
called her in from | 12 |
in wait for me | 12 |
leaves in wait for | 12 |
the leaves in wait | 12 |
in the leaves in | 12 |
when age comes on | 12 |
and shut the door | 12 |
in from me and | 10 |
her in from me | 10 |
do they miss me | 10 |
from me and shut | 10 |
touch me with your | 10 |
and age comes on | 10 |
the love of the | 10 |
her face and brow | 10 |
me and shut the | 10 |
from the japanese of | 10 |
me with your hands | 10 |
it is to hear | 10 |
that old sweetheart of | 10 |
i have seen a | 9 |
wilt thou leave me | 8 |
beauty with the flame | 8 |
they miss me at | 8 |
passing of a heart | 8 |
with the flame shawl | 8 |
hid in the leaves | 8 |
is to hear the | 8 |
the sermon of the | 8 |
thou leave me thus | 8 |
and hid in the | 8 |
sermon of the rose | 8 |
when she comes home | 8 |
and wilt thou leave | 8 |
do not repulse me | 8 |
miss me at home | 8 |
the world is fainting | 7 |
arabic of john duncan | 7 |
the son of the | 7 |
an old sweetheart of | 7 |
the rao of ilore | 7 |
the arabic of john | 7 |
the scent of the | 7 |
you do not want | 7 |
son of the khan | 7 |
of her beautiful eyes | 6 |
small proud face brimming | 6 |
at all to say | 6 |
from the hindustani of | 6 |
will weep at last | 6 |
i saw your face | 6 |
idol of rose ivory | 6 |
of the son of | 6 |
me back my heart | 6 |
you will weep at | 6 |
have seen a small | 6 |
a small proud face | 6 |
love of the son | 6 |
year and the new | 6 |
song of long ago | 6 |
proud face brimming with | 6 |
has put on her | 6 |
old year and the | 6 |
and you will weep | 6 |
what care i how | 6 |
come in haste this | 6 |
in haste this dusk | 6 |
last night and this | 6 |
seen a small proud | 6 |
the passing of a | 6 |
do not want me | 6 |
a very youthful affair | 6 |
breathing idol of rose | 6 |
she has put on | 6 |
the lover to his | 6 |
face brimming with sunlight | 6 |
from the persian of | 5 |
i do love thee | 5 |
on her green robe | 5 |
veil of the love | 5 |
the veil of the | 5 |
idol has come to | 5 |
it seems to me | 5 |
with so great a | 5 |
has come to me | 5 |
and your hair is | 5 |
my idol has come | 5 |
of the love of | 5 |
your hair is a | 5 |
the table of contents | 5 |
of muhammad din tilai | 5 |
put on her green | 5 |
o let her come | 4 |
send me back my | 4 |
tufts imbedded each in | 4 |
the old year end | 4 |
o her beautiful eyes | 4 |
hands are like the | 4 |
your mind is light | 4 |
lived a cross old | 4 |
light my pipe in | 4 |
song do they miss | 4 |
when i should be | 4 |
age comes on when | 4 |
imbedded each in each | 4 |
i change that note | 4 |
would she were mine | 4 |
our worn eyes are | 4 |
a sister of the | 4 |
and all her sisters | 4 |
the japanese of the | 4 |
the voices of my | 4 |
the chinese of chang | 4 |
fain would i change | 4 |
that lifted the veil | 4 |
and be my love | 4 |
a dark and eerie | 4 |
but the host went | 4 |
old bachelor fer thirty | 4 |
her eyes are amber | 4 |
the chinese of j | 4 |
went by with averted | 4 |
love and i must | 4 |
i could not do | 4 |
would i change that | 4 |
and the light of | 4 |
the clear breeze that | 4 |
come live with me | 4 |
a little girl that | 4 |
one sweet drop more | 4 |
find out the way | 4 |
of her hands are | 4 |
voices of my children | 4 |
host went by with | 4 |
parents dead and gone | 4 |
her parents dead and | 4 |
i shall not care | 4 |
lost for new love | 4 |
my love and i | 4 |
choti tinchaurya syani hogayi | 4 |
love will find out | 4 |
i have fallen before | 4 |
help me to seek | 4 |
cross old bachelor fer | 4 |
lips of love and | 4 |
and come to me | 4 |
you said to me | 4 |
a song of long | 4 |
i saw the old | 4 |
from shore to shore | 4 |
she first came to | 4 |
this is the holy | 4 |
first i kissed her | 4 |
from lady clitheroe to | 4 |
my fair bride that | 4 |
when thy beauty appears | 4 |
how could i know | 4 |
lide married him when | 4 |
wife is standing there | 4 |
the eyes of the | 4 |
dark and eerie child | 4 |
o lad and lass | 4 |
first came to me | 4 |
take those lips away | 4 |
i he called her | 4 |
clear breeze that lifted | 4 |
fair bride that is | 4 |
first i saw your | 4 |
is the holy hour | 4 |
lifted the veil of | 4 |
since first i saw | 4 |
not do quite all | 4 |
o touch me with | 4 |
will find out the | 4 |
soon lost for new | 4 |
eyes of the rao | 4 |
the old year and | 4 |
by with averted eye | 4 |
the holy hour when | 4 |
could not do quite | 4 |
love nights of laos | 4 |
the shadow of the | 4 |
words do they miss | 4 |
has she forgotten me | 4 |
and i must part | 4 |
o gleam and gloom | 4 |
fallen before your door | 4 |
so i got to | 4 |
when first i kissed | 4 |
to you and me | 4 |
my wife is standing | 4 |
i look at the | 4 |
her hands are like | 4 |
in spite of all | 4 |
both her parents dead | 4 |
of the rao of | 4 |
on a ground of | 4 |
loves a rosy cheek | 4 |
how i hate the | 4 |
have fallen before your | 4 |
lover to his lass | 4 |
love hath my heart | 4 |
a cross old bachelor | 4 |
and i have his | 4 |
i smile at love | 4 |
as sweet as the | 4 |
he that loves a | 4 |
to me that i | 4 |
my pipe in silence | 4 |
breeze that lifted the | 4 |
the host went by | 4 |
the lark now leaves | 4 |
worn eyes are wet | 4 |
the love nights of | 4 |
love is a sickness | 4 |
that loves a rosy | 4 |
saw the old year | 4 |
the splendour of our | 3 |
heart has never tired | 3 |
the covert of the | 3 |
as my sweet sweeting | 3 |
find out his way | 3 |
the buds of fire | 3 |
that use men thus | 3 |
ripe themselves do cry | 3 |
the lamp is lit | 3 |
the girl of ke | 3 |
the heaven of heavens | 3 |
is the season of | 3 |
sat in the corner | 3 |
khristna and his flute | 3 |
your great and gracious | 3 |
far away in the | 3 |
sit down on the | 3 |
dedicate to your tears | 3 |
your ring is frosted | 3 |
the fountain sang and | 3 |
ring is frosted with | 3 |
the silence of the | 3 |
on the faces of | 3 |
bright garden is health | 3 |
the sunlight on the | 3 |
nothing else to do | 3 |
on the breast of | 3 |
that thou wouldst go | 3 |
scented the clear breeze | 3 |
how long shall i | 3 |
am in love with | 3 |
deep in the night | 3 |
in the depths of | 3 |
queen of second troy | 3 |
if she be not | 3 |
me that i had | 3 |
the beauty of the | 3 |
unforgotten and only lover | 3 |
we were two green | 3 |
one to the other | 3 |
in the valley of | 3 |
when the lamp is | 3 |
never was in love | 3 |
these eyes of mine | 3 |
is frosted with rubies | 3 |
from you to me | 3 |
before me in the | 3 |
splendour of our joy | 3 |
and stuart love songs | 3 |
did god use a | 3 |
mary sat in the | 3 |
if we could one | 3 |
are your tears so | 3 |
has never tired of | 3 |
could i know that | 3 |
for we live all | 3 |
the victories of love | 3 |
but what if i | 3 |
i am not yours | 3 |
with nothing else to | 3 |
when i am dead | 3 |
holy hour when the | 3 |
thibet the love of | 3 |
the persian of abu | 3 |
we could one day | 3 |
give me back my | 3 |
i dedicate to your | 3 |
of the love nights | 3 |
the flowers and the | 3 |
the wistaria is faded | 3 |
your gold rings and | 3 |
know that thou wouldst | 3 |
the first time i | 3 |
in all the world | 3 |
tudor and stuart love | 3 |
and your face is | 3 |
song of the love | 3 |
how i do love | 3 |
scent of the plum | 3 |
if aught in thy | 3 |
garden of bright waters | 3 |
of fire that scented | 3 |
and the lips of | 3 |
her beautiful eyes her | 3 |
the days of the | 3 |
although autumn this evening | 3 |
the touches of my | 3 |
there be no delay | 3 |
asked me where the | 3 |
the heart of stone | 3 |
fire that scented the | 3 |
upon the sandal pyre | 3 |
thy heart incline to | 3 |
touches of my fingers | 3 |
love of the archer | 3 |
were two green rushes | 3 |
i am in love | 3 |
and this is love | 3 |
woman made for man | 3 |
the passionate shepherd to | 3 |
of the archer prince | 3 |
o beauteous queen of | 3 |
great and gracious ways | 3 |
the sunshine and the | 3 |
home at night when | 3 |
aught in thy heart | 3 |
why are your tears | 3 |
shepherd to his love | 3 |
such a female franzy | 3 |
rings and your amber | 3 |
and the hawthorn dead | 3 |
down to the river | 3 |
from so ungrateful fancy | 3 |
fountain sang and sang | 3 |
used to know when | 3 |
i call her dream | 3 |
there is a garden | 3 |
what if we could | 3 |
with all my heart | 3 |
dwelling of abla in | 3 |
our bright garden is | 3 |
passionate shepherd to his | 3 |
in a chorus of | 3 |
buds of fire that | 3 |
never tired of you | 3 |
in the garden of | 3 |
and be thy love | 3 |
and woman made for | 3 |
i did not know | 3 |
and my hair is | 3 |
at the fall of | 3 |
cupid and my campaspe | 3 |
the starlight and the | 3 |
from jane to mrs | 3 |
see you have dancers | 3 |
the light of the | 3 |
wistaria is faded and | 3 |
lark now leaves his | 3 |
in the table of | 3 |
from them that use | 3 |
o the splendour of | 3 |
gold rings and your | 3 |
love the whole day | 3 |
i never was in | 3 |
the garden of bright | 3 |
i know that thou | 3 |
i know not what | 3 |
in thy heart incline | 3 |
i seem to see | 3 |
that scented the clear | 3 |
let there be no | 3 |
during the reign of | 3 |
them that use men | 3 |
i would not have | 3 |
hour when the lamp | 3 |
with averted eye and | 3 |
faded and the hawthorn | 3 |
here on earth the | 3 |
is faded and the | 3 |
and that i am | 3 |
the clocks of death | 3 |
to look upon her | 3 |
i called her dream | 3 |
the chinese of wang | 3 |
i asked my love | 3 |
my hair is a | 3 |
the whole day long | 3 |
and your amber rings | 3 |
treasure the touches of | 3 |
with the weight of | 3 |
from such a female | 3 |
my heart has never | 3 |
to me in the | 3 |
beauteous queen of second | 3 |
garden is health itself | 3 |
and bright ere thus | 2 |
of the deep have | 2 |
broken by a step | 2 |
dreams come true i | 2 |
even glad and merry | 2 |
hushed the while i | 2 |
their faces as though | 2 |
to clothe him with | 2 |
was a smoother one | 2 |
gone and married off | 2 |
heart of gloom blossomed | 2 |
the morn shifts the | 2 |
they backward tipped my | 2 |
loom up so mistily | 2 |
an passing of a | 2 |
looms something more than | 2 |
by the wayside of | 2 |
and every day i | 2 |
year i came again | 2 |
harsher the voice came | 2 |
such as rapture sings | 2 |
a child i hide | 2 |
the azure as an | 2 |
i heard no rippling | 2 |
when my cheeks were | 2 |
hair the beauty of | 2 |
dream the past will | 2 |
the soft touch of | 2 |
or grassy lane our | 2 |
and climbs so high | 2 |
winds of the deep | 2 |
may never fare again | 2 |
of warmth our nature | 2 |
how true and strong | 2 |
that wavers on a | 2 |
face of a loyal | 2 |
voice nor fall of | 2 |
brown and mary married | 2 |
my lips and drank | 2 |
with me and love | 2 |
the depths of the | 2 |
and so i reach | 2 |
that all her sisters | 2 |
a purple stain of | 2 |
as i was tired | 2 |
and fleeting as the | 2 |
than it was to | 2 |
drip and blur of | 2 |
my path of dust | 2 |
delight to some lorn | 2 |
their lying lips could | 2 |
sweet smile of it | 2 |
the notes of nightingales | 2 |
my eyes to the | 2 |
fine snow with its | 2 |
the lids of weary | 2 |
that he could do | 2 |
the rose blooms and | 2 |
draw a veil aside | 2 |
was the dazzling shine | 2 |
her reveries to mate | 2 |
still bright and blooming | 2 |
her come like this | 2 |
look of longing seems | 2 |
may see my bride | 2 |
grasses as the sun | 2 |
did she clip for | 2 |
were true that a | 2 |
passion of a lover | 2 |
thinks of fangs and | 2 |
this fair girl suddenly | 2 |
while all the world | 2 |
signed with a teardrop | 2 |
carven in on a | 2 |
glowing there her very | 2 |
the ears on either | 2 |
more than beauty blooms | 2 |
affliction she was sich | 2 |
to dicker fer some | 2 |
reign of henry the | 2 |
crisp and raspish flutterings | 2 |
bloom on a withered | 2 |
fate of all a | 2 |
and i thrill beneath | 2 |
longing seems to swim | 2 |
to his forsaken mistress | 2 |
about the same complected | 2 |
sunset down the lane | 2 |
and the door is | 2 |
how poor we seem | 2 |
it is not for | 2 |
in a yellow frame | 2 |
loved me touched me | 2 |
a charm to spice | 2 |
space and the stars | 2 |
upon whose brow the | 2 |
her not to do | 2 |
rose blooms and the | 2 |
do the meanest sheaf | 2 |
in the old embrace | 2 |
a secret dream of | 2 |
heart that fades and | 2 |
and blur of robin | 2 |
grief and the sleeve | 2 |
more we enjoy it | 2 |
was a beauty that | 2 |
wundern what she done | 2 |
pleasures we have known | 2 |
backward tipped my yearning | 2 |
lane our feet may | 2 |
of their favorite saint | 2 |
falls so softly down | 2 |
with keener thorns of | 2 |
him and married him | 2 |
you look lots like | 2 |
not see what a | 2 |
birds of spring in | 2 |
not love by day | 2 |
the waving trees with | 2 |
trees with the drowsy | 2 |
high as heaven above | 2 |
i murmured as before | 2 |
and coaxing mother to | 2 |
of saying this is | 2 |
that ye vanish aye | 2 |
your kiss shot back | 2 |
here below that they | 2 |
sweets must needs be | 2 |
the very blossoms she | 2 |
loitered down the lane | 2 |
as the vine grew | 2 |
will find out his | 2 |
all dead and gone | 2 |
blossoming to hear her | 2 |
that i had a | 2 |
seem like you was | 2 |
the shadows are lost | 2 |
light of the laughing | 2 |
anchor in the harbor | 2 |
the eyes that once | 2 |
may stain her sandal | 2 |
pulse of dying fay | 2 |
a heart that fades | 2 |
to walk along the | 2 |
color to the wine | 2 |
the mirth and the | 2 |
his horny palm to | 2 |
the dusky path before | 2 |
for i find an | 2 |
forever drifting dawnward in | 2 |
hearthstone i may hear | 2 |
pervide fer mother and | 2 |
ketched onto yer dress | 2 |
we used to be | 2 |
sown in under there | 2 |
sweet as the masters | 2 |
mother was a kitchen | 2 |
sang in a minor | 2 |
a strong man bowed | 2 |
had an idy what | 2 |
lover look at her | 2 |
a pallid swoon of | 2 |
anything but longings left | 2 |
sails of purest snow | 2 |
her soft eyes and | 2 |
it is sent to | 2 |
or turn of any | 2 |
a dime er dollar | 2 |
not enough to shake | 2 |
prayer illileo judith last | 2 |
cast her anchor in | 2 |
with its sparkling grains | 2 |
grasses there beside her | 2 |
that the lofty leaves | 2 |
sit near me on | 2 |
the wondering cattle stared | 2 |
dream the old dreams | 2 |
ever you come of | 2 |
live one day asunder | 2 |
years we yet must | 2 |
with the birds and | 2 |
from such a fate | 2 |
the loud and frequent | 2 |
it i could make | 2 |
heart o touch me | 2 |
stars that shift aboon | 2 |
trickle through in sprays | 2 |
though to your conquering | 2 |
a vow to love | 2 |
they loitered down the | 2 |
that they may grieve | 2 |
azure overhead blooms like | 2 |
old scent of the | 2 |
how it happened ike | 2 |
that harsh cry ringing | 2 |
of pride that looms | 2 |
as summer skies or | 2 |
in gloom my journey | 2 |
myself mistakened when i | 2 |
is to be my | 2 |
teardrop for a name | 2 |
or the summer of | 2 |
not care to break | 2 |
clear in highest sphere | 2 |
longings left when age | 2 |
two seconds and a | 2 |
walk along the toilsome | 2 |
flossy ravelings of gold | 2 |
just drifting on together | 2 |
singer at your gilded | 2 |
clip for me out | 2 |
the singer at your | 2 |
and in my heart | 2 |
songs we used to | 2 |
floods neck and shoulder | 2 |
defer humbly its bated | 2 |
yet did thrill you | 2 |
are lame and broken | 2 |
youth most fair went | 2 |
when in infancy i | 2 |
in our infirmity of | 2 |
i went wandering alone | 2 |
looked on it and | 2 |
arms clutch now this | 2 |
broken hearts are hard | 2 |
stabs my sight with | 2 |
i was so heavy | 2 |
in the guise of | 2 |
as she was my | 2 |
of her own mother | 2 |
her bright hair with | 2 |
the fervour of the | 2 |
features lay the dear | 2 |
into my grave nor | 2 |
a glory glanced down | 2 |
so and are so | 2 |
now the moon hangs | 2 |
more for me or | 2 |
and all the honeyed | 2 |
like fruit upon the | 2 |
for my rose laughed | 2 |
all her sisters married | 2 |
gift of the body | 2 |
am free of love | 2 |
live together in a | 2 |
pretend in the jolly | 2 |
voice broke upon our | 2 |
and he did paint | 2 |
me till i sleep | 2 |
only sung here below | 2 |
fer they all died | 2 |
souls are cramped with | 2 |
we wad feign the | 2 |
for some sweet haven | 2 |
and drone of bees | 2 |
they warned her not | 2 |
the path from those | 2 |
taunting night that flings | 2 |
to hint of the | 2 |
which fate of all | 2 |
to have loved and | 2 |
caress that made our | 2 |
light that made them | 2 |
so i bids good | 2 |
should be her lover | 2 |
whose love kissed the | 2 |
tel i ast her | 2 |
sunbonnet and the little | 2 |
her shielding hand and | 2 |
shadow of a willow | 2 |
the rose it tossed | 2 |
answered me with silence | 2 |
hath never need of | 2 |
me or mine shall | 2 |
and i am tired | 2 |
the blossoms gone from | 2 |
that song do they | 2 |
will claim as mine | 2 |
on my gradual sight | 2 |
the jolly life we | 2 |
old used to paint | 2 |
beamed on it through | 2 |
carved the name for | 2 |
footsteps in the green | 2 |
her eyes of bloomy | 2 |
moon shoulder glimpsed from | 2 |
thou truth the clearer | 2 |
a haze of sullen | 2 |
nor saw how mean | 2 |
young and kindly spring | 2 |
and from the covert | 2 |
reveries to mate her | 2 |
and only let the | 2 |
sun doth parch the | 2 |
from her reveries to | 2 |
a wall in spring | 2 |
and crumbles as the | 2 |
the moon is golden | 2 |
jumps aboard the train | 2 |
it to me laughingly | 2 |
were many voices cheering | 2 |
wayside of the present | 2 |
groves on blooming sprays | 2 |
to be will hide | 2 |
and stripped away the | 2 |
and i stood dazed | 2 |
have always loved thee | 2 |
put up her dainty | 2 |
bated life to her | 2 |
two lines shall tell | 2 |
days of fresh and | 2 |
in memory of days | 2 |
in the fields beside | 2 |
in an endless fit | 2 |
the touch be rough | 2 |
ill deserve the place | 2 |
and fly as two | 2 |
how i hate your | 2 |
of my glad harp | 2 |
wondrous art as well | 2 |
a ground of night | 2 |
the blossoms bring the | 2 |
some feller come and | 2 |
love is the gleam | 2 |
me to your green | 2 |
roundelay of love the | 2 |
as is the lowly | 2 |
are sprayed above the | 2 |
eyes of bloomy moonshine | 2 |
pendant in a diadem | 2 |
sacredly as we were | 2 |
the starry sky covers | 2 |
know how i acted | 2 |
to know when christ | 2 |
judith last night and | 2 |
of perfume and honey | 2 |
sun and shroud in | 2 |
many a glimmering rhyme | 2 |
crib she rocks the | 2 |
is lifted like a | 2 |
let her come from | 2 |
she be to me | 2 |
rememberence of a sound | 2 |
a vision that is | 2 |
clear in woody path | 2 |
the lands of womanhood | 2 |
that i come home | 2 |
dumb for very stress | 2 |
of treasure after treasure | 2 |
ii he called her | 2 |
that you were for | 2 |
skies or dark as | 2 |
he ever showed his | 2 |
in heaven till the | 2 |
in such a form | 2 |
crush a single drop | 2 |
the moon boolges out | 2 |
last the gloom of | 2 |
with double wings of | 2 |
words i would repeat | 2 |
unsheathe all the glitter | 2 |
i as one in | 2 |
of shame through soul | 2 |
a solemn night of | 2 |
hear the laugh of | 2 |
like to the clear | 2 |
felt my lover look | 2 |
or sundered wide by | 2 |
folded all the landscape | 2 |
a garden in her | 2 |
were dumb they would | 2 |
and here you air | 2 |
the whippoorwill at dusk | 2 |
left its priceless coil | 2 |
the lamplight seems to | 2 |
the laugh of childhood | 2 |
her lips might spill | 2 |
even touch my hand | 2 |
boat pass up beyond | 2 |
her face and embers | 2 |
martyr as he lies | 2 |
her hair bewilders me | 2 |
the senses are drugged | 2 |
no less than classic | 2 |
with tears that fell | 2 |
sweet praises where the | 2 |
close mine eyes in | 2 |
were in the air | 2 |
in a minor key | 2 |
sappho how tired i | 2 |
needs not the aid | 2 |
the three states of | 2 |
my load right gallantly | 2 |
her sing tom van | 2 |
mine arms clutch now | 2 |
me to the strait | 2 |
came at last to | 2 |
so luminous her face | 2 |
out a welcoming whose | 2 |
rolled their torrents out | 2 |
god as high the | 2 |
my pride and pain | 2 |
the lights of new | 2 |
save where the eye | 2 |
comprehend where its bond | 2 |
that lives about us | 2 |
i jumps aboard the | 2 |
longed for some sweet | 2 |
her lover forever and | 2 |
reminds me of her | 2 |
at once i loved | 2 |
collar between your orange | 2 |
woo her with such | 2 |
dark and deep as | 2 |
with you to ask | 2 |
memory of days that | 2 |
wherein we are lost | 2 |
the world so kind | 2 |
in the wrath of | 2 |
say that you can | 2 |
she loved them even | 2 |
as we used to | 2 |
thus the old caress | 2 |
the greater fain was | 2 |
our lives linked thus | 2 |
i touched her girlish | 2 |
stress of my great | 2 |
all is so pure | 2 |
and the perfume of | 2 |
grace of patience lighting | 2 |
when care has cast | 2 |
bent above me in | 2 |
love guards the roses | 2 |
and your hands are | 2 |
be once more merciful | 2 |
word i said of | 2 |
for the first time | 2 |
the only one alive | 2 |
pavements were gleaming with | 2 |
the pasture bars the | 2 |
and yet did thrill | 2 |
hair floods neck and | 2 |
night that flings a | 2 |
its cheer had died | 2 |
with him and married | 2 |
lean between me and | 2 |
crimson of a rose | 2 |
a sense of nameless | 2 |
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the shade your palace | 2 |
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of crisp and raspish | 2 |
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tickled cricket laughed lightly | 2 |
white bloom of the | 2 |
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give me to hear | 2 |
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queen of undiscovered lands | 2 |
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my tobacco and to | 2 |
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leaves shall lift and | 2 |
heard my first love | 2 |
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out their blithest roundelays | 2 |
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of harp and violin | 2 |
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crowded from the sky | 2 |
gleaming tress of hair | 2 |
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to know your tears | 2 |
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a chorus of stars | 2 |
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deep in the sweet | 2 |
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bright and blooming in | 2 |
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me no murmur of | 2 |
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drowsy hum of bees | 2 |
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loud and frequent manner | 2 |
limpid yodel of the | 2 |
with her fair face | 2 |
my heart of gloom | 2 |
smile back on me | 2 |
me just a little | 2 |
her off some day | 2 |
sunshine beating in upon | 2 |
bound to you by | 2 |
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be wrought of kindly | 2 |
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smooth the plumage of | 2 |
alone in grasses high | 2 |
passed me thus unheeding | 2 |
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like they warned her | 2 |
a cozy little cot | 2 |
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orchard shadows ever drew | 2 |
from the woolworth tower | 2 |
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lisper in the angel | 2 |
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the hindustani of mir | 2 |
of red roses sown | 2 |
to serve us in | 2 |
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gleam of the sun | 2 |
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much same in size | 2 |
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blooming sprays pour out | 2 |
a disk of dazzling | 2 |
i swoon in the | 2 |
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rosebuds while ye may | 2 |
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acceptant of the master | 2 |
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cry of fierce defiance | 2 |
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ghazal of mira the | 2 |
most fair went first | 2 |
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love there is no | 2 |
days i touched her | 2 |
alien lance of light | 2 |
above me only seems | 2 |
hurrying people were still | 2 |
you thus in this | 2 |
cheer had died away | 2 |
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shoreless on every side | 2 |
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of their faces as | 2 |
frost hath turned from | 2 |
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laughed in a crimson | 2 |
ballad of the caucasus | 2 |
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mother as she sings | 2 |
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of henry the eighth | 2 |
all the blossoms gone | 2 |
stars should slacken in | 2 |
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a smile from mine | 2 |
before my tearless eyes | 2 |
women nussed me through | 2 |
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said i was blind | 2 |
the simple gown i | 2 |
she sung it the | 2 |
kindly deed and prayerful | 2 |
i have always loved | 2 |
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man bowed his head | 2 |
quiet as the breath | 2 |
touch thereof save lovers | 2 |
and whisper to her | 2 |
of yazid ebn moauia | 2 |
my wavering flight toward | 2 |
with the rhythm of | 2 |
kissed and hugged the | 2 |
path from those old | 2 |
between the blue of | 2 |
garden blossoming with flames | 2 |
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though i listen from | 2 |
tinkle of the strings | 2 |
how fair she be | 2 |
loved them even better | 2 |
simmer brings the sunshine | 2 |
every vein of rhyme | 2 |
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ever make it clear | 2 |
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the room will sway | 2 |
dew from your drenched | 2 |
bloom of a fadeless | 2 |
us to meet what | 2 |
louder than the drowsy | 2 |
the throat that trilled | 2 |
and on through the | 2 |
a moan goes with | 2 |
open and the day | 2 |
the anguish of my | 2 |
my brow throbs ever | 2 |
have eager ears to | 2 |
tales but told you | 2 |
jolly life we lead | 2 |
or change of any | 2 |
as on that sabbath | 2 |
the mother as she | 2 |
the sunset down the | 2 |
that you are so | 2 |
grave nor cared to | 2 |
seems to grow more | 2 |
lorn martyr as he | 2 |
hair be raveled into | 2 |
in the old way | 2 |
the heart of the | 2 |
of a heart o | 2 |
it because i am | 2 |
risen from her reveries | 2 |
a dance of girls | 2 |
atmosphere that failed nigh | 2 |
i arise and go | 2 |
lose the latest grasp | 2 |
face of this newcomer | 2 |
too old to comprehend | 2 |
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eager ears to lend | 2 |
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clouds from the skies | 2 |
pretense that she has | 2 |
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tresses shall my lover | 2 |
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i feel so good | 2 |
tears he paints her | 2 |
we will not mature | 2 |
thy smooth voice doth | 2 |
in which i blowed | 2 |
promised to the son | 2 |
the widder when she | 2 |
a week to my | 2 |
with strength of passion | 2 |
lovely garden blossoming with | 2 |
blooms of may but | 2 |
such wondrous art as | 2 |
their trumpets in mine | 2 |
leonainie leave you while | 2 |
as the psyche carved | 2 |
as good a gyrl | 2 |
spice the good a | 2 |
hair with lingering tenderness | 2 |
with dew might slip | 2 |
side by side fer | 2 |
as blends the bloom | 2 |
lifelong years we yet | 2 |
pink sunbonnet and the | 2 |
the lovely garden blossoming | 2 |
the years that pass | 2 |
me touched me with | 2 |
greet the comer like | 2 |
the curiousest thing in | 2 |
marthy ellen she sung | 2 |
some brief sessions royally | 2 |
she lured his gaze | 2 |
the lawn as fall | 2 |
how glad and thankful | 2 |
stain her sandal wet | 2 |
you in my bosom | 2 |
dripping in a world | 2 |
a joy appears in | 2 |
the rose wilful we | 2 |
ever lidded from the | 2 |
as the leaves love | 2 |
white lilies in a | 2 |
syne i search through | 2 |
their mellow bells shook | 2 |
your figure carved of | 2 |
in tufts of grasses | 2 |
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face so fixed and | 2 |
as one might draw | 2 |
of azure eyes as | 2 |
tobacco and to vanish | 2 |
gleams a land of | 2 |
dust in the road | 2 |
the reapers do the | 2 |
i tuck her to | 2 |
gaze gleams a land | 2 |
i was a sister | 2 |
cull my own sweet | 2 |
i should have done | 2 |
than any lily born | 2 |
we started fer the | 2 |
and gave it to | 2 |
hand within your clasp | 2 |
from your drenched lids | 2 |
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love mistress is of | 2 |
trifle with a little | 2 |
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old souls are soft | 2 |
with youth happiness seems | 2 |
thing brings me you | 2 |
save that yet an | 2 |
and how sweetly flows | 2 |
letter comes to hand | 2 |
her beautiful eyes are | 2 |
all the glitter of | 2 |
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perfume from the blossom | 2 |
of the strings of | 2 |
thus its cheer had | 2 |
is the rose that | 2 |
arabic of abu nuas | 2 |
had your eyes and | 2 |
relief was like a | 2 |
of earthly things i | 2 |
all worn and wearylike | 2 |
from out my casement | 2 |
eyes that once had | 2 |
sweet with the fragrance | 2 |
the history of the | 2 |
no sound but a | 2 |
we used to talk | 2 |
he desired i rendered | 2 |
fancy sweeps far lands | 2 |
loved was married to | 2 |
down all alone here | 2 |
the wind of the | 2 |
we kissed sae tenderly | 2 |
with splintered glitterings of | 2 |
the tickled cricket laughed | 2 |
for the purpose of | 2 |
down the road to | 2 |
in life to find | 2 |
down by the autumn | 2 |
be left to use | 2 |
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stars come out to | 2 |
go and get drunk | 2 |
trumpets in mine ears | 2 |
sing of such things | 2 |
the stir of pinions | 2 |
be less than the | 2 |
the luster of their | 2 |
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only pray for simple | 2 |
up like a crutch | 2 |
kisses on her face | 2 |
a weary while it | 2 |
into sighs of rapture | 2 |
it made him wonder | 2 |
a touch so cold | 2 |
i could make no | 2 |
i thought our joy | 2 |
a smile of white | 2 |
half the taxes in | 2 |
long shall i pine | 2 |
a lawyer here in | 2 |
i found you thus | 2 |
till the golden hair | 2 |
warmth our nature begs | 2 |
not so to me | 2 |
breath to understand what | 2 |
tel the moon boolges | 2 |
it told me so | 2 |
of place and lordly | 2 |
art the voice of | 2 |
fancy wanders with that | 2 |
pray not for great | 2 |
yet an arm shall | 2 |
that wuz best he | 2 |
banks of bud and | 2 |
and pure as dew | 2 |
sobs of grief lulled | 2 |
the pleasant task with | 2 |
to expect a result | 2 |
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of her glad laugh | 2 |
i know not if | 2 |
i kissed your lips | 2 |
the still beauty of | 2 |
with the trembling strings | 2 |
any one else but | 2 |
from the golden rim | 2 |
the fluttering hands snowing | 2 |
leonainie drifted from me | 2 |
of the daughter of | 2 |
of down the peach | 2 |
kissed the buds of | 2 |
little hut be mine | 2 |
me with glad eyes | 2 |
the road to woo | 2 |
blushing virgins happy are | 2 |
with the old caress | 2 |
public halls played with | 2 |
vine grew round the | 2 |
i came again to | 2 |
though at last the | 2 |
cowl about the singer | 2 |
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in the starlight and | 2 |
ease of every longing | 2 |
me with her everywhere | 2 |
the time that i | 2 |
jar the dazzling dew | 2 |
humbly its bated life | 2 |
grief lulled into sighs | 2 |
all the songs we | 2 |
grew round the stump | 2 |
could one day enter | 2 |
her life fer a | 2 |
the day he dies | 2 |
my rose wept with | 2 |
kissed her and she | 2 |
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is one more strong | 2 |
in their paces through | 2 |
out of my tobacco | 2 |
hoard of gold and | 2 |
and early seventh centuries | 2 |
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into town to git | 2 |
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checkered dress she wore | 2 |
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wore when first i | 2 |
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should but follow where | 2 |
all that we pretend | 2 |
could break his neck | 2 |
the trembling lids through | 2 |
through the door of | 2 |
walking up a hill | 2 |
leaves of fancy till | 2 |
the path above me | 2 |
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mistress has a heart | 2 |
grope through the dark | 2 |
o the carven mouth | 2 |
it answered me with | 2 |
fall of velvet snowflakes | 2 |
and lulled the strands | 2 |
when bonny bloomed the | 2 |
there beside her pleasant | 2 |
you strike up that | 2 |
if it should ever | 2 |
at the close of | 2 |
and all was black | 2 |
in careless knots whose | 2 |
clear as the twitter | 2 |
warm fellowship is one | 2 |
wisht yer mother was | 2 |
is late at night | 2 |
to greet the living | 2 |
that smile as they | 2 |
while my heart cries | 2 |
them was leading safely | 2 |
i give to thee | 2 |
is for woman made | 2 |
my rose bowed in | 2 |
mine shall be thy | 2 |
of an old sweetheart | 2 |
and ruled for some | 2 |
tear that ripples to | 2 |
it may be a | 2 |
hours of afternoon i | 2 |
as i turn it | 2 |
from these old granites | 2 |
hair and grip toward | 2 |
the vines were ever | 2 |
snow with its sparkling | 2 |
wrought a vision that | 2 |
the blossom in the | 2 |
have closed my eyes | 2 |
yet my loyalty should | 2 |
sharp breaths failing you | 2 |
wife and the smile | 2 |
sheaves of happy harvest | 2 |
a tension circles both | 2 |
garden in the world | 2 |
a line beneath it | 2 |
us at the door | 2 |
and you want to | 2 |
i as base as | 2 |
else to do but | 2 |
hath the kingliest smile | 2 |
press my weary eyelids | 2 |
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i could give him | 2 |
sharpen up your wit | 2 |
side and storming around | 2 |
my head acceptant of | 2 |
above the grasses as | 2 |
a leaf of brown | 2 |
like the fall of | 2 |
the garden of the | 2 |
he lies in slumber | 2 |
lines shall teach you | 2 |
to one astray in | 2 |
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senses are drugged with | 2 |
the breast of her | 2 |
makes me drink the | 2 |
in my eagerness i | 2 |
though we discern it | 2 |
a smile so bright | 2 |
late sixth and early | 2 |
moon and star that | 2 |
done when they moved | 2 |
they made her hair | 2 |
that an ache within | 2 |
the taunting night that | 2 |
i may hear the | 2 |
sweet sorrow they meet | 2 |
he finds her waiting | 2 |
of a pair of | 2 |
to fare the labyrinths | 2 |
people were still the | 2 |
of thee or me | 2 |
the peach just brushes | 2 |
of grief lulled into | 2 |
i left the town | 2 |
her waiting face home | 2 |
but a joy appears | 2 |
in drear disguise of | 2 |
with afterhushes of the | 2 |
she so loved the | 2 |
the music that may | 2 |
the ragweed and fennel | 2 |
live with me and | 2 |
you the name for | 2 |
that made our breath | 2 |
the thrush is a | 2 |
higher color to the | 2 |
did to thine eye | 2 |
they feel a stress | 2 |
the wayside of the | 2 |
her as the leaves | 2 |
beautiful eyes o her | 2 |
lies up with lightning | 2 |
the praises of my | 2 |
all the azure overhead | 2 |
because her eyes were | 2 |
the wagon upside down | 2 |
along my wavering flight | 2 |
stain of bloom on | 2 |
yet indeed not grim | 2 |
gleam the days of | 2 |
and the convivial din | 2 |
that we may better | 2 |
the glee of her | 2 |
the soul and calm | 2 |
gather ye rosebuds while | 2 |
know that they are | 2 |
at the hour of | 2 |
of purest snow bend | 2 |
should be a poet | 2 |
unless it be that | 2 |
longing nerve of indolence | 2 |
like a rose in | 2 |
how deep the darkness | 2 |
tears and fears are | 2 |
that they are dim | 2 |
all the world and | 2 |
is broken by a | 2 |
to trill a song | 2 |
hope some alien lance | 2 |
fell the shepherds that | 2 |
sweeps far lands shelved | 2 |
weather of some sun | 2 |
shadow time has cast | 2 |
lulled the strands of | 2 |
and sweet as the | 2 |
and a knot of | 2 |
all the worlds above | 2 |
comes on when lide | 2 |
love had thus expired | 2 |
vines were ever fruited | 2 |
once i loved her | 2 |
be brave to fare | 2 |
of silken sunshine did | 2 |
that seems to yoke | 2 |
the tint of a | 2 |
was married to another | 2 |
was june in the | 2 |
and her beautiful eyes | 2 |
died away in ashes | 2 |
falling of the dusk | 2 |
and let them press | 2 |
growed up side by | 2 |
the stars that shift | 2 |
and the rose blooms | 2 |
that fades and crumbles | 2 |
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ben married a little | 2 |
a park at night | 2 |
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to love with strength | 2 |
knew the touch thereof | 2 |
slowly shoulders into view | 2 |
the kiss of the | 2 |
the fervor of his | 2 |
visions i resign to | 2 |
two lines shall teach | 2 |
road to woo me | 2 |
the tidings that bade | 2 |
love is not dead | 2 |
that caught and pressed | 2 |
happy as the old | 2 |
the weather ever fine | 2 |
those that loved me | 2 |
good a trifle with | 2 |
straight as to how | 2 |
lies steeped in the | 2 |
a child of the | 2 |
of love had thus | 2 |
breath defer humbly its | 2 |
one far too old | 2 |
minstrelsy and hid in | 2 |
worn and wearylike to | 2 |
discouraging model just the | 2 |
when we heard the | 2 |
are the things that | 2 |
sight with splintered glitterings | 2 |
to look my neighbor | 2 |
swooning with the sheer | 2 |
till quenched was the | 2 |
darkness make pretense that | 2 |
spring where the quick | 2 |
the dazzling dew down | 2 |
of the stir of | 2 |
a thousand ways i | 2 |
pigment to hint of | 2 |
any choice but to | 2 |
i find the smiling | 2 |
the wind and the | 2 |
the feller that had | 2 |
path with the snowy | 2 |
so sublime i half | 2 |
both her slender wrists | 2 |
tried to drown within | 2 |
we used to fling | 2 |
meek and sweet as | 2 |
are blossoming to hear | 2 |
the dew in honey | 2 |
her waiting face in | 2 |
toward god with anguish | 2 |
might have groped into | 2 |
of that old sweetheart | 2 |
blooms and the rose | 2 |
ii when my dreams | 2 |
bitter stream to sweetness | 2 |
hath the morning sun | 2 |
the reign of henry | 2 |
beautiful eyes her face | 2 |
i brood upon your | 2 |
the light of love | 2 |
pipe the praises of | 2 |
and bore my load | 2 |
singing in my garden | 2 |
the little woman of | 2 |
again to the place | 2 |
between me and the | 2 |
i said of a | 2 |
hear the bare footfalls | 2 |
should slacken in their | 2 |
the beating of my | 2 |
those from out her | 2 |
canker in the heart | 2 |
the noon splendor of | 2 |
what is or is | 2 |
mists that enfold her | 2 |
when you were saying | 2 |
only your cool touch | 2 |
to bend our course | 2 |
false though she be | 2 |
nae thing for these | 2 |
against all poverty the | 2 |
rich in all my | 2 |
is i know my | 2 |
slumber all mine own | 2 |
and grace of patience | 2 |
so fair as this | 2 |
as one who pales | 2 |
them press my weary | 2 |
we will not wisely | 2 |
has a secret dream | 2 |
frequent manner in which | 2 |
the genii from the | 2 |
face in some strange | 2 |
zephyrs in enchanted lands | 2 |
boast of his palace | 2 |
her parents both a | 2 |
sung it the first | 2 |
eye of fancy sweeps | 2 |
let it go by | 2 |
the sun with his | 2 |
is kindlier to the | 2 |
sorry for my soul | 2 |
and done a thousand | 2 |
lawyer here in town | 2 |
with caresses and rejoice | 2 |
lids i still may | 2 |
i kiss the grassy | 2 |
blooms of may discouraging | 2 |
the stone say simply | 2 |
and lost of long | 2 |
think about it yit | 2 |
over the printed page | 2 |
when the harvest of | 2 |
fer some illinois land | 2 |
annam the bamboo garden | 2 |
drink to me only | 2 |
butterfly went flickering about | 2 |
will cull my own | 2 |
my heart up like | 2 |
my dream is broken | 2 |
glimmering rhyme rained from | 2 |
bide among the sheaves | 2 |
looks upon the dead | 2 |
for simple grace to | 2 |
lips were dumb they | 2 |
blue as the dew | 2 |
we must confess boast | 2 |
life seems as short | 2 |
and arnos of our | 2 |
far too deep and | 2 |
lovelier than lilies are | 2 |
i only know that | 2 |
worm crawls and clings | 2 |
how sing of such | 2 |
the wheels striped red | 2 |
sun might jar the | 2 |
touch so cold its | 2 |
ragweed and fennel and | 2 |
drear disguise of sorrow | 2 |
my faithful sweetheart till | 2 |
that hurries past me | 2 |
part she would have | 2 |
loving thoughts that start | 2 |
in some way full | 2 |
as high the guillotine | 2 |
praise of his daphnis | 2 |
wanders with that old | 2 |
like to dicker fer | 2 |
of amr ebn kultum | 2 |
listen to the tinkle | 2 |
the blighting frost hath | 2 |
array of white and | 2 |
the beauty of her | 2 |
sweet green grasses there | 2 |
and we are happy | 2 |
laughed at them again | 2 |
the robin trill at | 2 |
ache as only your | 2 |
to understand what to | 2 |
the fair beauty of | 2 |
fluttering at the bow | 2 |
dimmed the bloom and | 2 |
were i as base | 2 |
ginerly has their way | 2 |
raised eyes flash in | 2 |
love did to thine | 2 |
the blue of sea | 2 |
then on the breast | 2 |
arden tom van arden | 2 |
arms and heaving breast | 2 |
this letter on a | 2 |
on through the heavenly | 2 |
yet i staggered on | 2 |
was i to look | 2 |
for my fair bride | 2 |
closed my eyes to | 2 |
knowing it is sent | 2 |
a subway station after | 2 |
back home where my | 2 |
dense incalculable darkness make | 2 |
the crinkle of a | 2 |
as rebellious as the | 2 |
the orchard shadows ever | 2 |
and had my first | 2 |
fate with my tobacco | 2 |
a family of five | 2 |
talk together of the | 2 |
my teeth and feigned | 2 |
with the window open | 2 |
dreams with mine in | 2 |
us as we walked | 2 |
the fall of evening | 2 |
than my parents was | 2 |
troubadours of sunny spain | 2 |
title clear to mansions | 2 |
smouldering sweetness of a | 2 |
things of every day | 2 |
to rest me of | 2 |
sunshine did she clip | 2 |
blinded with a smile | 2 |
the quick shadows run | 2 |
constancy that hides in | 2 |
i carved the name | 2 |
the little checkered dress | 2 |
plucked me by the | 2 |
hides in the leaves | 2 |
and frequent manner in | 2 |
her face is like | 2 |
come into town to | 2 |
whistle through our tattered | 2 |
drugged with the subtle | 2 |
the touch of down | 2 |
her hair and grip | 2 |
glad chirp of the | 2 |
so i stand in | 2 |
that shook the throat | 2 |
waste in childish doubts | 2 |
the simmer brings the | 2 |
at my power of | 2 |
happy realms of long | 2 |
grow lovelier than words | 2 |
that the may has | 2 |
hear the cricket sing | 2 |
she unclasps it slowly | 2 |
of our love dwells | 2 |
how do i see | 2 |
more than any heart | 2 |
same love that you | 2 |
slipping down the road | 2 |
with such wondrous art | 2 |
her hands the touches | 2 |
thought no little sallow | 2 |
sunshine brings the blossoms | 2 |
and then the good | 2 |
believe it adds a | 2 |
the shadow of a | 2 |
fer the most part | 2 |
flings a vision of | 2 |
archer prince whose love | 2 |
chill wind sang in | 2 |
the hearthstone i may | 2 |
of sleep i came | 2 |
summers mounted up to | 2 |
goes with the music | 2 |
for me or mine | 2 |
dicker fer some illinois | 2 |
you wear the kindly | 2 |
an arm shall bind | 2 |
wall in summertime may | 2 |
the honeyed sweets thereof | 2 |
could only gasp affrightedly | 2 |
the wine her kisses | 2 |
is hidden in the | 2 |
the lawyer who was | 2 |
is dark and keen | 2 |
from the light that | 2 |
of that sweet love | 2 |
pelted down by the | 2 |
the petals of my | 2 |
the pines on the | 2 |
were fired with too | 2 |
break should we live | 2 |
ye rosebuds while ye | 2 |
and the fluttering hands | 2 |
ever showed his face | 2 |
my lover liken to | 2 |
sundered wide by seas | 2 |
i noticed she was | 2 |
weight of the years | 2 |
grew to love and | 2 |
the mother of a | 2 |
house chosen by our | 2 |
door stand open and | 2 |
we should live together | 2 |
suave than slips her | 2 |
lulled mine eyelids to | 2 |
love was one thing | 2 |
and i had grown | 2 |
face is lifted like | 2 |
something to bow down | 2 |
like a dazzling daisy | 2 |
side with the jauntiest | 2 |
your boat pass up | 2 |
across the brink where | 2 |
ye are only but | 2 |
or fro between the | 2 |
health to those who | 2 |
though the touch be | 2 |
the tinkle of the | 2 |
i still may see | 2 |
god with anguish infinite | 2 |
that death may say | 2 |
us has never proved | 2 |
garden where nothing moves | 2 |
can it be she | 2 |
back the hair you | 2 |
thereof save lovers like | 2 |
they left me in | 2 |
girl i loved was | 2 |
night a summons came | 2 |
on a wall in | 2 |
thou art the voice | 2 |
glad and thankful i | 2 |
a sickness full of | 2 |
this is hard to | 2 |
heard echoed by the | 2 |
and we did mingle | 2 |
morning song for imogen | 2 |
pressure of her slender | 2 |
place ef he ever | 2 |
stars fled back in | 2 |
the old dreams over | 2 |
reapers do the meanest | 2 |
that i wore above | 2 |
all that he desired | 2 |
the butterfly went flickering | 2 |
and yet not fond | 2 |
merry month of may | 2 |
a grace that no | 2 |
roseleaf rinsed with dew | 2 |
loved me one whole | 2 |
you can guess the | 2 |
as to how it | 2 |
ye vanish aye before | 2 |
lulled into sighs of | 2 |
beauty that i saw | 2 |
with a breath of | 2 |
my bosom as the | 2 |
in petticoat of green | 2 |
rim of some fair | 2 |
of kisses on her | 2 |
rose wept with dewdrops | 2 |
her diadem be wrought | 2 |
worlds above me since | 2 |
of my wild tresses | 2 |
the sheaves of happy | 2 |
crooned and talked to | 2 |
music that may vex | 2 |
ground of that shadowy | 2 |
looms against the sky | 2 |
he touched her with | 2 |
in close braidings manifold | 2 |
bound and gave it | 2 |
looked on the mystical | 2 |
step upon the stair | 2 |
to smooth the plumage | 2 |
as the taunting night | 2 |
the brink where sorrow | 2 |
to leap across the | 2 |
eyes and kissed them | 2 |
as the frost falls | 2 |
and sweet and delirious | 2 |
nor crush a single | 2 |
seemed adorning earth with | 2 |
and she unclasps it | 2 |
from green to crisp | 2 |
the priceless worth of | 2 |
trilled for lalla rookh | 2 |
she came to me | 2 |
they all died little | 2 |
to be lost as | 2 |
at the paper leaf | 2 |
or dark as night | 2 |
have loved and lost | 2 |
waited by the stile | 2 |
the kiss of a | 2 |
it is sweet to | 2 |
and stay it yet | 2 |
masters of old used | 2 |
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might ride sometimes at | 2 |
something more than beauty | 2 |
and kissed it satisfied | 2 |
do not care to | 2 |
there to sing his | 2 |
your sounds of woe | 2 |
and it makes me | 2 |
winds rose and the | 2 |
it hath the kingliest | 2 |
me one whole day | 2 |
midnight and the dawn | 2 |
feller come and carried | 2 |
and i held you | 2 |
and the throat of | 2 |
hour i knew her | 2 |
we saw this bright | 2 |
not if her eyes | 2 |
shall the simple gown | 2 |
the idle brooks that | 2 |
had to go and | 2 |
not smile in heaven | 2 |
of the sixteenth century | 2 |
the nude moon slowly | 2 |
best girl of the | 2 |
the edge of it | 2 |
like a weary beggar | 2 |
a dream the past | 2 |
nothing in me winces | 2 |
i grew to love | 2 |
a hill at dawn | 2 |
not even touch my | 2 |
it reminds me of | 2 |
breast of her he | 2 |
lover to his lady | 2 |
all a rose may | 2 |
turned me then to | 2 |
briered with keener thorns | 2 |
light of moon and | 2 |
greet the living presence | 2 |
drenched with the teary | 2 |
by seas that bear | 2 |
now as i extend | 2 |
meadows of spring where | 2 |
i listen from midnight | 2 |
of wave or wind | 2 |
of childish questioning and | 2 |
snowy white bloom of | 2 |
with a flicker of | 2 |
it may be so | 2 |
be you blithe and | 2 |
lips and drank the | 2 |
of their love is | 2 |
lives linked thus together | 2 |
rose bows in the | 2 |
sleeves float in the | 2 |
the flowers of your | 2 |
harsh voice calling me | 2 |
let mourning shews be | 2 |
for the last time | 2 |
we do not care | 2 |
i bring you this | 2 |
i had grown a | 2 |
finally they called out | 2 |
and every hour of | 2 |
two orange sleeves float | 2 |
the elect of love | 2 |
tense ease of every | 2 |
a day of june | 2 |
ever in a gentle | 2 |
for very stress of | 2 |
seems far away in | 2 |
shall i vanish from | 2 |
ye blushing virgins happy | 2 |
flowers of bright welcome | 2 |
while her lips swoon | 2 |
contented with a song | 2 |
her hair of gloomy | 2 |
sounds of woe into | 2 |
while cloyingly their blurred | 2 |
swirling about the ears | 2 |
the din of crib | 2 |
nigh one thinks of | 2 |
growing wild about her | 2 |
from the depths of | 2 |
hate me just a | 2 |
ere the tearful face | 2 |
strewed the azure as | 2 |
fragrant thoughts and murmurs | 2 |
have the child so | 2 |
i have given thee | 2 |
because the good are | 2 |
should be the words | 2 |
found rest in midnight | 2 |
fall in love with | 2 |
about the ears on | 2 |
a fadeless constancy that | 2 |
her come from out | 2 |
night of june upon | 2 |
about you as her | 2 |
below and to the | 2 |
that waits for thee | 2 |
they meet to say | 2 |
old hands lifted to | 2 |
may has won its | 2 |
than beauty blooms in | 2 |
the morning is new | 2 |
were far too deep | 2 |
his palette the tint | 2 |
without her i am | 2 |
lance of light might | 2 |
and now that the | 2 |
this waste of tears | 2 |
only let the starshine | 2 |
bachelor has she forgotten | 2 |
curiousest thing in creation | 2 |
us two run away | 2 |
her when i come | 2 |
wear the kindly grace | 2 |
van arden tom van | 2 |
songs are only sung | 2 |
vines from these old | 2 |
last conceals each newer | 2 |
how old air you | 2 |
knotted coils about the | 2 |
as the crimson of | 2 |
used to talk together | 2 |
in the lonesome eyes | 2 |
should live together in | 2 |
the days of yore | 2 |
my sight is blinded | 2 |
mellow as your own | 2 |
soon as our lips | 2 |
the meanest sheaf of | 2 |
away in the future | 2 |
out of the groves | 2 |
as well may designate | 2 |
i mean to weld | 2 |
and wonder what was | 2 |
in midmost summer when | 2 |
how it happened i | 2 |
for the love of | 2 |
all the time that | 2 |
shut my teeth and | 2 |
hands lifted to your | 2 |
grassy lane our feet | 2 |
cliffs even hide the | 2 |
into flossy mists of | 2 |
she set the music | 2 |
with a dalliant song | 2 |
neither sob nor moan | 2 |
the days are new | 2 |
but time passed by | 2 |
peeped and laughed at | 2 |
tipped my yearning face | 2 |
a flicker of surprise | 2 |
sleep as dark and | 2 |
swoon of sweetest white | 2 |
such a tone the | 2 |
stun my senses with | 2 |
and from their mellow | 2 |
feel the last hope | 2 |
in the green grass | 2 |
never roseleaf rinsed with | 2 |
shame through soul and | 2 |
path before them was | 2 |
the frost falls over | 2 |
while that the sun | 2 |
day makes november taste | 2 |
the dust in the | 2 |
dazzled with a radiant | 2 |
her ear bobs fer | 2 |
still beauty of summer | 2 |
was to dream that | 2 |
the soughing atmosphere be | 2 |
clinched my nails so | 2 |
our sails of purest | 2 |
reeling reach to win | 2 |
the airs of night | 2 |
to the fervor of | 2 |
the inn of earth | 2 |
as the falling of | 2 |
and all that must | 2 |
as fall her fairy | 2 |
my dear mistress has | 2 |
i resign to greet | 2 |
what matters it that | 2 |
her hair floods neck | 2 |
hands toss back through | 2 |
japan grief and the | 2 |
splendor of a day | 2 |
the bloom of trees | 2 |
made the perfect summer | 2 |
heart will gladly welcome | 2 |
felt the stir of | 2 |
in midnight banks of | 2 |
me drink the deeper | 2 |
and the glad sweet | 2 |
to your green collar | 2 |
chase him off the | 2 |
with the wheels striped | 2 |
where at the hearthstone | 2 |
let them reeling reach | 2 |
a thing is lost | 2 |
down the river i | 2 |
a flood of bright | 2 |
let them press my | 2 |
are cramped with youth | 2 |
the gold of her | 2 |
have to deviate a | 2 |
to deny me any | 2 |
stir of pinions everywhere | 2 |
idy why a man | 2 |
laughing stars and framed | 2 |
ii she lured his | 2 |
i turn the leaves | 2 |
mistakened when i come | 2 |
this new year be | 2 |
green and black tears | 2 |
the guise of midsummer | 2 |
then straightway before my | 2 |
where i may meet | 2 |
stand open and the | 2 |
hours of evening i | 2 |
trembling lids through tender | 2 |
passion all in vain | 2 |
yet dazed in the | 2 |
and my two hands | 2 |
hands are shifted into | 2 |
but when of old | 2 |
a poet looks at | 2 |
we seem forever drifting | 2 |
little girl that lies | 2 |
married evaline and packed | 2 |
that drips and drips | 2 |
sung here below that | 2 |
hate the torrid touches | 2 |
to weld our faces | 2 |
the tenderness of my | 2 |
and the splendor of | 2 |
of glory gleam the | 2 |
and fennel and grass | 2 |
vague hope some alien | 2 |
that yet an arm | 2 |
that all the weary | 2 |
rendered sacredly as we | 2 |
my lover look at | 2 |
torrid touches of your | 2 |
like to one astray | 2 |
of happy harvest meadows | 2 |
fancies so sublime i | 2 |
the place with sleeves | 2 |
lost vows and rhapsodies | 2 |
me on this red | 2 |
i did dream its | 2 |
the words i would | 2 |
my soul will hear | 2 |
arise and go down | 2 |
tearful face again is | 2 |
escape of any part | 2 |
in hall and street | 2 |
i had a load | 2 |
the flame of love | 2 |
dainty hands and peeped | 2 |
will now be known | 2 |
or troubadours of sunny | 2 |
while the years flow | 2 |
the vine grew round | 2 |
when she turned and | 2 |
she comes home again | 2 |
little ere we die | 2 |
my bride hath need | 2 |
of a dead red | 2 |
jes got down to | 2 |
beside her pleasant home | 2 |
lady clitheroe to mary | 2 |
like a tear that | 2 |
come from out the | 2 |
morning of her hair | 2 |
night and this leonainie | 2 |
gleaming pebbles and the | 2 |
are light as summer | 2 |
shall stap its beating | 2 |
moan nor murmur one | 2 |
a blessed gift must | 2 |
because i am maimed | 2 |
but all around was | 2 |
my throat so gripped | 2 |
in a strange disguise | 2 |
though a strong man | 2 |
that start into being | 2 |
lands shelved slopingly with | 2 |
what he could git | 2 |
make pretense that she | 2 |
resigned me to the | 2 |
feel the pressure of | 2 |
that little tilt of | 2 |
care nae thing for | 2 |
god called her in | 2 |
twenty when us two | 2 |
as clear as the | 2 |
i was then a | 2 |
in slumber ere the | 2 |
at night when chirping | 2 |
have journeyed from the | 2 |
your heart and mine | 2 |
pouring adown the brow | 2 |
shelved slopingly with sands | 2 |
away the vines from | 2 |
is to be o | 2 |
at your gilded porticos | 2 |
find the path to | 2 |
of the jungle flowers | 2 |
of the emptiness of | 2 |
that used to be | 2 |
home when she comes | 2 |
though on high the | 2 |
the sobs of grief | 2 |
seas that bear no | 2 |
too deep and holy | 2 |
and ever lidded from | 2 |
turned from green to | 2 |
true i when my | 2 |
but nae thing brings | 2 |
overlaid with light clouds | 2 |
features of an old | 2 |
smile o as fair | 2 |
clothe him with caresses | 2 |
vaunt of his hives | 2 |
own as a glory | 2 |
part of a ghazal | 2 |
the grave her quiet | 2 |
bright ere thus its | 2 |
and why we hate | 2 |
from day to day | 2 |
moonwise in the midnight | 2 |
windows all were blinded | 2 |
left there for the | 2 |
clearer for thy mystery | 2 |
what if we sung | 2 |
i forgot as joy | 2 |
in such a place | 2 |
as a child i | 2 |
bud and flower beneath | 2 |
missed when her voice | 2 |
did thrill you not | 2 |
as wells of wine | 2 |
and to the blue | 2 |
the door stand open | 2 |
weft of rondels such | 2 |
am as strong as | 2 |
veering up and onward | 2 |
used to paint round | 2 |
laugh of childhood ringing | 2 |
over odorous asphodels and | 2 |
yit here i am | 2 |
up her dainty hands | 2 |
tears that fell with | 2 |
my tresses shall my | 2 |
very may we were | 2 |
and pressed me in | 2 |
fer i hated brown | 2 |
tree are sprayed above | 2 |
i saw your boat | 2 |
hid away my face | 2 |
tell you all about | 2 |
are only but a | 2 |
called her in i | 2 |
us is divinely meant | 2 |
and gloom and woodland | 2 |
the roses growing wild | 2 |
and dumb for very | 2 |
quenched was the flame | 2 |
in a smile of | 2 |
i am tired of | 2 |
eloped with him and | 2 |
in these eyes of | 2 |
so fair that i | 2 |
called so fair that | 2 |
the escape of any | 2 |
long struggling with my | 2 |
went ahead to state | 2 |
violin in tangled harmony | 2 |
balmy weather of july | 2 |
pressure may not warm | 2 |
that i did dream | 2 |
simple grace to look | 2 |
the sweet earth after | 2 |
and abide where those | 2 |
were ever singing for | 2 |
i grope through the | 2 |
to swap the piece | 2 |
would not have thee | 2 |
the worlds above me | 2 |
no little sallow star | 2 |
stars blossom in the | 2 |
we in homage bring | 2 |
friends that he has | 2 |
new and unknown sense | 2 |
in my bosom as | 2 |
but the tiny coverlet | 2 |
blossom in the blackest | 2 |
i hid away my | 2 |
legs we used to | 2 |
when they moved to | 2 |
the hedge that bound | 2 |
an old year and | 2 |
as i follow everywhere | 2 |
palette the tint of | 2 |
mine where at the | 2 |
and hugged the widder | 2 |
their kisses blow us | 2 |
dazzling dew down showeringly | 2 |
claim as mine the | 2 |
made her hair of | 2 |
and she my faithful | 2 |
so must leonainie leave | 2 |
lights of old antiquity | 2 |
of white and ruddy | 2 |
would dry their teary | 2 |
harsh cry ringing a | 2 |
be loved by none | 2 |
born they shut her | 2 |
and i love you | 2 |
for some brief sessions | 2 |
round the lips of | 2 |
sight is blinded with | 2 |
quite all the world | 2 |
sweetheart of mine as | 2 |
with that old sweetheart | 2 |
brought her to me | 2 |
sweet the sweet earth | 2 |
of a heart that | 2 |
the trees we strayed | 2 |
deeply in my palms | 2 |
shadowy hair where the | 2 |
frost falls over them | 2 |
the winds drive backward | 2 |
that falls so softly | 2 |
of tears the tenderest | 2 |
blighting frost hath turned | 2 |
smiled and it was | 2 |
vanish with the smoke | 2 |
were gleaming with rain | 2 |
a pool in a | 2 |
or bespread with but | 2 |
my last day comes | 2 |
the woman over the | 2 |
she forgotten thus the | 2 |
he feels his dazzled | 2 |
place that day amid | 2 |
to be my mary | 2 |
talk of her own | 2 |
not anything but love | 2 |
smooth back the hair | 2 |
it she growed to | 2 |
we will both crouch | 2 |
not sorry for my | 2 |
you to ask me | 2 |
the fragrance from the | 2 |
comes marveling upon it | 2 |
where the quick shadows | 2 |
a froth of foam | 2 |
in my mind that | 2 |
made him wonder more | 2 |
china we were two | 2 |
when the lead of | 2 |
yit to see me | 2 |
a discouraging model just | 2 |
came again to the | 2 |
as when first in | 2 |
me something low and | 2 |
else she laughed to | 2 |
her and the childern | 2 |
and they took the | 2 |
the god of love | 2 |
in the furries a | 2 |
as a lily might | 2 |
was to see her | 2 |
is where the dawn | 2 |
clasps and amber studs | 2 |
the vines from these | 2 |
yet a little ere | 2 |
in the solemn night | 2 |
that she recurs to | 2 |
who pales in splendid | 2 |
as the sun might | 2 |
shut all alone in | 2 |
shall i pine for | 2 |
was wrought a vision | 2 |
ungentle for thy deed | 2 |
are so very tired | 2 |
kafiristan walking up a | 2 |
bubbles in our wake | 2 |
extend this old hand | 2 |
to go and be | 2 |
ever drew their cool | 2 |
with mary at the | 2 |
airs of night were | 2 |
the strait of earthly | 2 |
must be bline to | 2 |
young men must be | 2 |
me in the solemn | 2 |
at first it was | 2 |
for my poor sake | 2 |
flutter to the lawn | 2 |
by the loud and | 2 |
had longed for some | 2 |
deviate a little in | 2 |
of patience lighting up | 2 |
is done when they | 2 |
as the reapers do | 2 |
tree that wavers on | 2 |
hand laid upon my | 2 |
the world looked on | 2 |
as my fair bride | 2 |
makes november taste of | 2 |
my love is a | 2 |
i love to think | 2 |
and open arms and | 2 |
you blithe and bonny | 2 |
jealous heart would break | 2 |
her bonnet on and | 2 |
gold of her smile | 2 |
a dim rememberence of | 2 |
her light hand laid | 2 |
beneath the light of | 2 |
you come of age | 2 |
with rheumatics in our | 2 |
as i extend this | 2 |
with the drowsy hum | 2 |
i wore above my | 2 |
our escape from such | 2 |
be for me the | 2 |
and lean between me | 2 |
when we should live | 2 |
far cliffs even hide | 2 |
cozy little cot hid | 2 |
the lilies of eden | 2 |
do but write the | 2 |
joy benumbed for ever | 2 |
from their mellow bells | 2 |
had plucked that day | 2 |
truth the clearer for | 2 |
although we saw this | 2 |
thou hast loved me | 2 |
wheels striped red and | 2 |
very blossoms she had | 2 |
to feel the last | 2 |
and failed in life | 2 |
feel the edge of | 2 |
wine her kisses left | 2 |
if her eyes are | 2 |
to sing his love | 2 |
but whisper in my | 2 |
where my feet were | 2 |
as i gathered each | 2 |
so i love it | 2 |
bells shook out a | 2 |
the shining hours i | 2 |
hands and called me | 2 |
with mine in marriages | 2 |
the glad chirp of | 2 |
and so it is | 2 |
glare of the throne | 2 |
soul in your two | 2 |
georgia part of a | 2 |
its pressure may not | 2 |
forgotten thus the old | 2 |
bloom when the morning | 2 |
fall in attitude as | 2 |
might draw a veil | 2 |
our hearts to her | 2 |
draw aside futurity as | 2 |
and sounds of mirth | 2 |
with tunes of harp | 2 |
rose wilful we are | 2 |
once more merciful and | 2 |
lamplight seems to glimmer | 2 |
with my tobacco and | 2 |
all of earthly things | 2 |
her in from him | 2 |
with eagerness and rapture | 2 |
blossoms of their faces | 2 |
nestled in her palm | 2 |
yet must waste in | 2 |
was as rebellious as | 2 |
of days that used | 2 |
that day amid the | 2 |
from out the lands | 2 |
that was all i | 2 |
it is changeless as | 2 |
for the tearfulness of | 2 |
to smile back on | 2 |
we esteem the half | 2 |
of arms that ever | 2 |
my grave nor cared | 2 |
know that i so | 2 |