trigram

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trigram	frequency
tom van arden	32
my dreams come	26
dreams come true	26
when my dreams	26
is to be	25
come to me	24
my old friend	24
from the arabic	24
where shall we	23
shall we land	23
to hear her	23
hear her sing	22
age comes on	22
the touches of	21
out of the	20
called her in	20
lide married him	20
of her hands	20
touches of her	20
has she forgotten	20
the arabic of	19
old sweetheart of	19
sweetheart of mine	19
that is to	18
when lide married	18
i could not	18
her beautiful eyes	18
bride that is	18
from the chinese	18
he called her	18
the light of	17
all the world	17
the love of	17
there is no	16
in the garden	16
to hear the	16
the chinese of	16
in the air	15
in the night	14
of the sea	14
my bride that	14
the world is	13
came to me	13
i shall not	13
wait for me	13
he and i	13
i got to	13
love is a	12
her in from	12
this is the	12
her face and	12
it is to	12
of her hair	12
in wait for	12
i have seen	12
in the leaves	12
me in the	12
leaves in wait	12
when age comes	12
and shut the	12
shut the door	12
i am not	12
my heart is	12
the leaves in	12
from me and	11
you do not	11
and all the	11
me with your	11
i would not	11
that i am	11
i know not	11
of the sun	11
of the world	11
the scent of	10
how can i	10
have seen a	10
and age comes	10
love of the	10
and i have	10
is to hear	10
we used to	10
touch me with	10
from the japanese	10
in from me	10
and in the	10
the japanese of	10
face and brow	10
let us forget	10
of a heart	10
the eyes of	10
of my heart	10
me and shut	10
in my heart	10
in love with	10
they miss me	10
do they miss	10
the heart of	10
with your hands	10
scent of the	10
that old sweetheart	10
and you will	10
it may be	9
of the rose	9
how could i	9
he that loves	9
i should be	9
and in my	9
of all the	9
i love you	9
in spite of	9
me at home	9
to and fro	9
there is a	9
of the love	9
is like a	9
leave me thus	9
my love and	9
in the world	9
the flame shawl	9
i do not	9
look at me	9
i saw your	9
song of annam	8
hid in the	8
in all the	8
to see the	8
wilt thou leave	8
miss me at	8
in such a	8
hair is a	8
and hid in	8
she comes home	8
one by one	8
thou leave me	8
beauty with the	8
her eyes are	8
of john duncan	8
and i must	8
do not repulse	8
in my dreams	8
the garden of	8
passing of a	8
i am a	8
with the flame	8
and wilt thou	8
sweet as the	8
her waiting face	8
let her come	8
you and me	8
the old year	8
not repulse me	8
and let her	8
of long ago	8
when she comes	8
o my mary	8
and i will	8
deep in the	8
what care i	8
sermon of the	8
blooms of may	8
the sermon of	8
it is not	8
it is a	8
and then the	7
and on the	7
an old sweetheart	7
from jane to	7
as one who	7
in the old	7
i am the	7
do not want	7
to his love	7
son of the	7
my sweet sweeting	7
as is the	7
arabic of john	7
seems to me	7
the lips of	7
world is fainting	7
the depths of	7
the rao of	7
and i had	7
last night and	7
the sound of	7
the son of	7
in the heart	7
i might have	7
why do you	7
are like the	7
that i had	7
me back my	7
rao of ilore	7
here in the	7
your hair is	7
the beauty of	7
in the sun	7
the gift of	7
of the khan	7
put on her	7
i had a	7
what is love	7
no less than	7
from the sea	7
in the light	7
so great a	7
a sense of	6
has put on	6
of rose ivory	6
down in the	6
it was to	6
to be a	6
and so i	6
and the stars	6
all to say	6
one of the	6
of the son	6
dead and gone	6
the sun and	6
the lost path	6
to me in	6
all her sisters	6
and the new	6
and your hair	6
she has put	6
i know that	6
i am so	6
love is dead	6
care i how	6
it was a	6
how it happened	6
the days of	6
brimming with sunlight	6
seen a small	6
very youthful affair	6
the bloom of	6
to me that	6
haste this dusk	6
song of the	6
and in her	6
weep at last	6
year and the	6
and my heart	6
come in haste	6
how i hate	6
i seem to	6
sigh no more	6
idol of rose	6
to the blue	6
of love to	6
in her face	6
song of long	6
will weep at	6
when i was	6
small proud face	6
of the night	6
me to the	6
with such a	6
that i could	6
you might say	6
of our love	6
night and this	6
home at night	6
of her beautiful	6
proud face brimming	6
saw your face	6
me like a	6
breathing idol of	6
their sweet sorrow	6
lover to his	6
the shadow of	6
back my heart	6
the hindustani of	6
at all to	6
not want me	6
the wee cot	6
the night of	6
will find out	6
so that the	6
the passing of	6
it is the	6
look at the	6
face brimming with	6
i am tired	6
to see me	6
from the hindustani	6
from such a	6
a small proud	6
a very youthful	6
when first i	6
in haste this	6
i have no	6
i shall be	6
old year and	6
the lover to	6
in my mind	6
you will weep	6
and come to	6
in the evening	6
day by day	6
love is the	6
i was a	6
i call her	5
with the white	5
me in my	5
and if i	5
the day that	5
as in the	5
up and down	5
to my heart	5
me as i	5
the fall of	5
and it was	5
when i am	5
what if we	5
to feel the	5
for the sky	5
for me to	5
in the shade	5
the voices of	5
the sky is	5
and blur of	5
in the sea	5
idol has come	5
and it is	5
who can tell	5
me with a	5
the archer prince	5
in the road	5
i smile at	5
my heart has	5
the gold of	5
the lights of	5
with all my	5
to love with	5
beauty of the	5
the persian of	5
the splendour of	5
the fervour of	5
on to the	5
of the old	5
on either side	5
i saw her	5
her green robe	5
the veil of	5
hour when the	5
of my love	5
i saw the	5
the wind of	5
and the rose	5
on the sea	5
earl of surrey	5
and i am	5
now that the	5
and yet not	5
i was so	5
light in the	5
from out her	5
i look at	5
as high as	5
with so great	5
and this is	5
and the flowers	5
why so pale	5
first i saw	5
at the moon	5
i feel the	5
caught in the	5
shadow of the	5
for such a	5
how sweet the	5
from the persian	5
that they are	5
and so we	5
the flowers of	5
in the shadow	5
of the years	5
i do love	5
in the house	5
and then a	5
in the wind	5
of the bright	5
she were mine	5
for a moment	5
it seems to	5
she would not	5
i am as	5
of the heart	5
the table of	5
loved and lost	5
phillida flouts me	5
our bright garden	5
and let them	5
do love thee	5
in the end	5
the silence of	5
here is the	5
muhammad din tilai	5
the night is	5
and i should	5
a song of	5
here on the	5
my idol has	5
and the sun	5
which is not	5
she would have	5
has come to	5
and the light	5
is a garden	5
as sweet as	5
of muhammad din	5
i should have	5
of the stars	5
over the roofs	5
us like a	5
of love and	5
called her dream	5
veil of the	5
the touch of	5
tinchaurya syani hogayi	5
we will not	5
i gave my	5
of the day	5
table of contents	5
in the heavens	5
the stir of	5
her hands are	5
went by and	5
on her green	5
the weight of	5
i have been	5
i had not	5
to the last	5
in the twilight	5
with me and	5
and i said	5
you are the	5
and from the	5
my love is	4
you not enough	4
come and go	4
bachelor fer thirty	4
the glow of	4
take those lips	4
old year end	4
a maiden fair	4
her pleasant home	4
voices of my	4
i was blind	4
i know how	4
light of the	4
down the river	4
chinese of j	4
give me a	4
i think i	4
more and more	4
my heart and	4
to look upon	4
that i shall	4
not do quite	4
bowed my head	4
here and there	4
my lips and	4
know that i	4
side by side	4
and i shall	4
for all the	4
change that note	4
and would not	4
would not have	4
thou wilt not	4
no more to	4
the breath of	4
sister of the	4
i kissed her	4
to you and	4
lived a cross	4
no more than	4
in her hair	4
of the sky	4
when i come	4
spite of all	4
at last the	4
as well as	4
and the dew	4
my pipe in	4
and woodland bloom	4
if you are	4
i have his	4
live with me	4
and the dawn	4
lifted the veil	4
in youth he	4
as light as	4
i have fallen	4
there is one	4
while ye may	4
and when you	4
first i kissed	4
imbedded each in	4
as we walked	4
of the plum	4
again to the	4
of the garden	4
of all my	4
abdel qadir gilani	4
and i went	4
to the other	4
the season of	4
of a rose	4
ballade of muhammad	4
it to me	4
your green collar	4
send me back	4
the man who	4
that she was	4
o lad and	4
love me little	4
and the garden	4
her breasts are	4
the reason why	4
and sweet as	4
on it and	4
so i got	4
fragrance from the	4
you are not	4
in the sky	4
the sunlight on	4
lord of all	4
breeze that lifted	4
i who was	4
she first came	4
and the echoes	4
song do they	4
and let me	4
so much more	4
the river i	4
first it was	4
if it be	4
come back home	4
two lines shall	4
home with mary	4
o let her	4
drops of dew	4
shore to shore	4
away in the	4
with the wind	4
of the rao	4
the holy hour	4
is the holy	4
to do but	4
the door of	4
that you can	4
the name for	4
bloom and blurred	4
i did not	4
do quite all	4
she had to	4
the power of	4
all the rest	4
cross old bachelor	4
a rosy cheek	4
i pray not	4
the moon is	4
the good of	4
with the wheels	4
love and i	4
pipe in silence	4
little girl that	4
be my love	4
and o the	4
i pray you	4
the flower that	4
is but a	4
a dark and	4
love hath my	4
love will find	4
parents dead and	4
who loved me	4
sweeter than the	4
the voice of	4
with averted eye	4
the victories of	4
eyes are wet	4
a look of	4
i hate the	4
fain would i	4
thou pretty bird	4
love nights of	4
said to me	4
in the fall	4
in the winter	4
nights of laos	4
used to be	4
something more than	4
and the air	4
dark and eerie	4
lost for new	4
was like a	4
she seems to	4
of life and	4
choti tinchaurya syani	4
fallen before your	4
see my bride	4
as a child	4
the light that	4
on a ground	4
her to the	4
your eyes and	4
a sister of	4
from shore to	4
for woman made	4
your hands are	4
to me and	4
words do they	4
my eyes to	4
i loved her	4
i he called	4
before your door	4
and yet how	4
wasting in despair	4
shall i come	4
find out the	4
the daughter of	4
down to the	4
this is love	4
in her eyes	4
sweetness of a	4
the pink sunbonnet	4
that lifted the	4
i love to	4
from the sky	4
with tears that	4
the flowers and	4
was i to	4
host went by	4
sat in the	4
to make the	4
and that i	4
you to me	4
when you were	4
when thy beauty	4
fair bride that	4
wife is standing	4
the kiss of	4
earl of rochester	4
down the lane	4
one sweet drop	4
could not do	4
i give you	4
if it were	4
of a thousand	4
and that the	4
a ground of	4
i found you	4
but now i	4
o gleam and	4
the day he	4
out the way	4
that loves a	4
she forgotten me	4
sunlight on the	4
the love nights	4
to greet the	4
japanese of the	4
though i am	4
i hear the	4
o touch me	4
is standing there	4
up in us	4
is a sickness	4
have fallen before	4
of our joy	4
her eyes were	4
me and love	4
by zephyrs wedded	4
me from the	4
when i should	4
like and glorified	4
and kissed them	4
her parents dead	4
that all her	4
the rhythm of	4
a cross old	4
to her mother	4
thy beauty appears	4
but i shall	4
not anything but	4
god of love	4
yet do not	4
my hair is	4
the first time	4
since first i	4
ghazal of mira	4
a discouraging model	4
have come to	4
saw the old	4
how shall i	4
should be the	4
help me to	4
to go and	4
know not what	4
which i have	4
nothing else but	4
i am in	4
i hear that	4
i am dead	4
your mind is	4
hath my heart	4
gleam and gloom	4
i hide my	4
blossom in the	4
a cameo face	4
to say farewell	4
sweet drop more	4
lark now leaves	4
but in the	4
be for me	4
o rarely soft	4
sir walter raleigh	4
hands are like	4
first came to	4
went by with	4
she be not	4
the bright and	4
smile at love	4
light my pipe	4
me to seek	4
to go to	4
dwelling of abla	4
the passionate shepherd	4
in all simplicity	4
me that i	4
i come back	4
and all her	4
would she were	4
in the darkness	4
i may not	4
a world of	4
the hours of	4
i have given	4
the lark now	4
old bachelor fer	4
from lady clitheroe	4
but the host	4
worn eyes are	4
you said to	4
i turned me	4
come live with	4
the old caress	4
the fountain sang	4
that i never	4
chinese of chang	4
in the skies	4
as the sun	4
and all that	4
love me long	4
i shall never	4
i must part	4
our worn eyes	4
for love is	4
married him when	4
ghazal of sayyid	4
of my glad	4
the image of	4
sweet and fair	4
and when i	4
her face is	4
to think that	4
the host went	4
the auld trysting	4
of gold and	4
from the light	4
of love the	4
as strong as	4
i change that	4
silence of the	4
more than the	4
weight of the	4
lips of love	4
both her parents	4
did not know	4
and be my	4
sir philip sidney	4
my fair bride	4
comes on when	4
hours of afternoon	4
of my children	4
lady clitheroe to	4
to the sea	4
her mother was	4
loves a rosy	4
the clear breeze	4
where is she	4
the garden wall	4
each in each	4
and pure as	4
to his lass	4
holy hour when	4
i could have	4
now and then	4
to me the	4
soft as the	4
in the dusk	4
the roses of	4
the lilies of	4
more gently still	4
for new love	4
my wife is	4
is full of	4
eyes are amber	4
the edge of	4
my heart to	4
eyes of the	4
is so lovely	4
sir thomas wyatt	4
love is all	4
and many a	4
shall not care	4
of your eyes	4
the heaven of	4
sunshine and the	4
used to know	4
was in love	4
those lips away	4
and the leaves	4
is fresh and	4
soon lost for	4
clear breeze that	4
the time when	4
in war time	4
could i know	4
to come to	4
i go to	4
of her glad	4
tufts imbedded each	4
a little girl	4
as of old	4
i was tired	4
that love is	4
nothing else to	4
would i change	4
and eerie child	4
to reach the	4
no more the	4
earl of oxford	4
mind is light	4
this is a	4
and the wind	4
by with averted	4
on the lawn	4
the gleam of	4
lovers in disguise	4
when i think	4
my first love	4
face of her	4
but for a	4
james whitcomb riley	4
if i had	4
o her beautiful	4
lad and lass	4
lost as a	4
girl of ke	4
image of the	3
them that use	3
not enough to	3
glory of the	3
a garden of	3
my phyllis hath	3
the gao flower	3
in a chorus	3
give me back	3
how long shall	3
beauteous queen of	3
the starlight and	3
when we are	3
and in his	3
one arm to	3
in the last	3
splendour of our	3
of your forehead	3
will not love	3
with nothing else	3
the lovely garden	3
so far from	3
that once had	3
is his own	3
all my heart	3
illustration illustration the	3
sit down on	3
the depth of	3
frosted with rubies	3
the wind and	3
to prevent the	3
and he who	3
i thought the	3
as the falling	3
and for a	3
and he was	3
are we not	3
to love and	3
as she is	3
month of may	3
ice and fire	3
i love it	3
with the sun	3
in all my	3
love as a	3
and let the	3
as they were	3
and left me	3
me till i	3
the girl of	3
far from the	3
of the flower	3
of the soul	3
the beating of	3
you must not	3
i had grown	3
all the landscape	3
you in my	3
her in a	3
the peace that	3
the music of	3
i feel your	3
by the sun	3
of a day	3
days of the	3
all the birds	3
the young men	3
love is not	3
of a kiss	3
if it should	3
am in love	3
all the heavens	3
o the splendour	3
the words of	3
with the same	3
the wine of	3
love that is	3
and the little	3
a child of	3
to be the	3
and i the	3
of a lover	3
her with his	3
to see her	3
once i loved	3
call her dream	3
to me than	3
japanese street song	3
with slow steps	3
a branch of	3
that all the	3
all the worlds	3
although autumn this	3
did god use	3
above my heart	3
the whole of	3
wind and the	3
the rose that	3
with the music	3
from out my	3
all the years	3
home with me	3
phillida and corydon	3
and they took	3
the gloom of	3
the blood of	3
in your hands	3
it well may	3
fate of all	3
to the light	3
autumn this evening	3
like to the	3
i asked the	3
through every vein	3
and the young	3
there are no	3
i see the	3
but there is	3
rings and your	3
but when i	3
came to the	3
as it was	3
and you are	3
hidden in the	3
in thy heart	3
love is only	3
do we not	3
we are in	3
i for whom	3
to live with	3
heaven of heavens	3
i knew her	3
whence comes my	3
o beauteous queen	3
but on a	3
sir robert aytoun	3
long shall i	3
garden of bright	3
scented the clear	3
my heart with	3
the tenderness of	3
in the valley	3
such was my	3
you love me	3
heart of the	3
this to me	3
year by year	3
the clocks of	3
illustration riley love	3
at last i	3
i must confess	3
and do not	3
from the far	3
can it be	3
and my hair	3
the tears that	3
two green rushes	3
and the hawthorn	3
your face is	3
of their love	3
let them go	3
be thy love	3
she does not	3
sing no more	3
the dust in	3
in the west	3
a sin to	3
the eyes that	3
of my fingers	3
the rocks of	3
i am still	3
to those who	3
in which i	3
and she answered	3
work is done	3
the rain and	3
she has a	3
find out his	3
sang and sang	3
ripe themselves do	3
not a word	3
i see a	3
use men thus	3
down on the	3
make all the	3
was to be	3
what if i	3
the cry of	3
arise and go	3
the dust of	3
my heart was	3
her face in	3
your gold rings	3
first time i	3
on earth the	3
were i as	3
and all my	3
and you said	3
sir john vanbrugh	3
passionate shepherd to	3
i shall learn	3
along the road	3
on the faces	3
and my campaspe	3
thy heart incline	3
what matters the	3
the india wharf	3
gold in the	3
tudor and stuart	3
i would go	3
and love me	3
the light and	3
how fair she	3
on the grass	3
for the day	3
over the hill	3
heart has never	3
in all its	3
made for man	3
in their eyes	3
the lake is	3
the tops of	3
has never tired	3
open and the	3
my heart shall	3
i dare not	3
and see my	3
of bud and	3
a charm to	3
in the music	3
with all its	3
of her face	3
we had not	3
out his way	3
the breast of	3
the world and	3
i had no	3
be no delay	3
to your heart	3
my beloved one	3
as i was	3
and sweet and	3
they are but	3
woman made for	3
as the dew	3
and the day	3
of a dream	3
never was in	3
and gracious ways	3
your amber rings	3
on the hills	3
have never seen	3
with me to	3
there in the	3
with many a	3
stuart love songs	3
i tell you	3
the birds were	3
splendor of the	3
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