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quadgram | frequency |
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as i laye a | 10 |
by james whitcomb riley | 5 |
the rubaiyat of omar | 4 |
myself when young did | 4 |
when young did eagerly | 4 |
the milk of life | 4 |
make the most of | 4 |
and some sigh for | 4 |
i am not one | 4 |
the most of what | 4 |
in a tear was | 3 |
did eagerly frequent the | 3 |
that in a tear | 3 |
not one that goes | 3 |
the land of the | 3 |
am not one that | 3 |
sifers by james whitcomb | 3 |
young did eagerly frequent | 3 |
most of what we | 3 |
one that goes to | 3 |
doc sifers by james | 3 |
that goes to lectures | 3 |
of doc sifers by | 3 |
one thing is certain | 3 |
to believe that the | 3 |
you come to commem | 3 |
some sigh for the | 3 |
by a party who | 2 |
an afternoon or so | 2 |
yet to us seems | 2 |
flies with a steadier | 2 |
weed above me and | 2 |
you know how little | 2 |
the early worm is | 2 |
a pot of tea | 2 |
cast a loving woman | 2 |
bird of time flies | 2 |
how oft before we | 2 |
but this i know | 2 |
then let the balmed | 2 |
her lips no questions | 2 |
and make the stern | 2 |
with a saving drink | 2 |
scanty stock we set | 2 |
to have loved and | 2 |
of time flies with | 2 |
is swiftly mingling with | 2 |
while growing roses in | 2 |
frequent the gilded bar | 2 |
who sees a society | 2 |
tobacco be my sheath | 2 |
things what they seem | 2 |
swiftly mingling with the | 2 |
comforts of a club | 2 |
time flies with a | 2 |
the rubaiyat of ohow | 2 |
plot and plan new | 2 |
and heard great argument | 2 |
a club may sigh | 2 |
a piece of toast | 2 |
to us seems near | 2 |
fingers and his toes | 2 |
when you come to | 2 |
roosts with sleepless eye | 2 |
on the other hand | 2 |
with what an equanimity | 2 |
promised to pay a | 2 |
from which you may | 2 |
him to the end | 2 |
some for the comforts | 2 |
the ardent weed above | 2 |
me in rudiments watching | 2 |
don who ploughed me | 2 |
a living incense rise | 2 |
set their hearts upon | 2 |
ti en einai a | 2 |
in the fire of | 2 |
franklin not of philadelphia | 2 |
of a club may | 2 |
for the comforts of | 2 |
stille i laye a | 2 |
that yet to us | 2 |
what we yet may | 2 |
you may not flee | 2 |
serpent in her locks | 2 |
that come and go | 2 |
for those who for | 2 |
orgies bid the muses | 2 |
why this volume is | 2 |
but leave to me | 2 |
as you and i | 2 |
but was i sober | 2 |
which you may not | 2 |
sobbed the dove as | 2 |
a party who sees | 2 |
tries to make me | 2 |
would you cast a | 2 |
sours the milk of | 2 |
to ti en einai | 2 |
rubaiyat of ohow dryyam | 2 |
beheld six moons arise | 2 |
more oft false than | 2 |
cent cigar between my | 2 |
he whistles on his | 2 |
our to ti en | 2 |
wing but roosts with | 2 |
the don who ploughed | 2 |
believe that the poet | 2 |
your orgies bid the | 2 |
and i says to | 2 |
buskin at the gate | 2 |
and thou beside me | 2 |
but roosts with sleepless | 2 |
to your orgies bid | 2 |
the doom of the | 2 |
now the new year | 2 |
the squamiest serpent in | 2 |
blue laws underneath the | 2 |
alike for those who | 2 |
we are no other | 2 |
roses in a cabbage | 2 |
the how is swiftly | 2 |
eagerly frequent the gilded | 2 |
his fingers and his | 2 |
of what we yet | 2 |
only in the smoking | 2 |
the genius of the | 2 |
volume is so thin | 2 |
no other than a | 2 |
whose name is nicotine | 2 |
it is held that | 2 |
party who sees a | 2 |
laws underneath the bough | 2 |
the balmed tobacco be | 2 |
pretty to be in | 2 |
steadier wing but roosts | 2 |
up and down the | 2 |
kisses can there be | 2 |
balmed tobacco be my | 2 |
and let me like | 2 |
the dawne was breakynge | 2 |
not a shame for | 2 |
whistles on his fingers | 2 |
hope men set their | 2 |
a steadier wing but | 2 |
could you and i | 2 |
a book of blue | 2 |
shatter it to bits | 2 |
each morn a thousand | 2 |
they did the last | 2 |
we have beheld six | 2 |
men set their hearts | 2 |
was the fate that | 2 |
squamiest serpent in her | 2 |
is our to ti | 2 |
ploughed me in rudiments | 2 |
before we have beheld | 2 |
cancel half a line | 2 |
of a huffy husband | 2 |
times in the present | 2 |
to me the tenth | 2 |
half so precious as | 2 |
the rubaiyat of a | 2 |
mingling with the when | 2 |
was i sober when | 2 |
and bill the bootlegger | 2 |
no question makes of | 2 |
let me like a | 2 |
to catch the fish | 2 |
to cancel half a | 2 |
oft before we have | 2 |
in our own day | 2 |
one half so precious | 2 |
robert browning played out | 2 |
revived by a tear | 2 |
set our hearts upon | 2 |
i often wonder what | 2 |
by the century co | 2 |
who ploughed me in | 2 |
or is sophists about | 2 |
the scanty stock we | 2 |
has scattered into flight | 2 |
and doc he say | 2 |
leave to me the | 2 |
in the present work | 2 |
the a b c | 2 |
them there to lig | 2 |
there is the trap | 2 |
are things what they | 2 |
how is swiftly mingling | 2 |
the fetters of rhyme | 2 |
lips no questions ask | 2 |
away that yet to | 2 |
stricter statutes to indite | 2 |
i sober when i | 2 |
are no other than | 2 |
worm is up to | 2 |
or is robert browning | 2 |
on his fingers and | 2 |
she tries to make | 2 |
rubaiyat of a huffy | 2 |
the freshers as they | 2 |
may be taken as | 2 |
the comforts of a | 2 |
up to catch the | 2 |
rubaiyat of omar khayyam | 2 |
growing roses in a | 2 |
oft before i swore | 2 |
is robert browning played | 2 |
is more oft false | 2 |
suppit the sad sherrie | 2 |
book of blue laws | 2 |
a loving woman hence | 2 |
in a cabbage lot | 2 |
of kisses can there | 2 |
can there be enough | 2 |
than basilisk or nenuphar | 2 |
let the balmed tobacco | 2 |
in rudiments watching me | 2 |
tinkers plot and plan | 2 |
this volume is so | 2 |
for she is mine | 2 |
early worm is up | 2 |
of the esquire bedell | 2 |
bid the muses nine | 2 |
have beheld six moons | 2 |
his winter garments hung | 2 |
so precious as the | 2 |
we set our hearts | 2 |
in the smoking car | 2 |
a shame for him | 2 |
back to cancel half | 2 |
comfort only in the | 2 |
doom of the esquire | 2 |
invisible buskin at the | 2 |
en einai a failure | 2 |
whether the one true | 2 |
of blue laws underneath | 2 |
rubaiyat of omar cayenne | 2 |
stuff is going to | 2 |
who to your orgies | 2 |
ardent weed above me | 2 |
the bird of time | 2 |
and still the morals | 2 |
above me and beneath | 2 |
with a steadier wing | 2 |
you cast a loving | 2 |
the hand of fate | 2 |
hair is more oft | 2 |
oft false than true | 2 |
me like a living | 2 |
cigar between my teeth | 2 |
in a college garden | 2 |
sober when i swore | 2 |
like a living incense | 2 |
stock we set our | 2 |
is up to catch | 2 |