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trigram | frequency |
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i laye a | 13 |
as i laye | 10 |
the rubaiyat of | 9 |
not a shame | 8 |
the younger omar | 7 |
and those who | 6 |
come to commem | 6 |
a book of | 6 |
as well as | 5 |
to and fro | 5 |
there is the | 5 |
you and i | 5 |
did eagerly frequent | 5 |
james whitcomb riley | 5 |
i am not | 5 |
no one to | 5 |
by james whitcomb | 5 |
the way to | 5 |
myself when young | 5 |
some for the | 5 |
underneath the bough | 5 |
young did eagerly | 4 |
am not one | 4 |
rubaiyat of omar | 4 |
of omar khayyam | 4 |
make the most | 4 |
milk of life | 4 |
of doc sifers | 4 |
you come to | 4 |
most of what | 4 |
the discovery of | 4 |
that of the | 4 |
out of it | 4 |
is it not | 4 |
the most of | 4 |
and some sigh | 4 |
when young did | 4 |
some sigh for | 4 |
to the end | 4 |
land of the | 4 |
come and go | 4 |
and let the | 4 |
when i swore | 4 |
the milk of | 4 |
but was i | 3 |
sifers by james | 3 |
eagerly frequent the | 3 |
and on the | 3 |
to be in | 3 |
reviving old desires | 3 |
by the way | 3 |
she seemed to | 3 |
to be a | 3 |
on the other | 3 |
not one that | 3 |
pretty to be | 3 |
doc sifers by | 3 |
waste not your | 3 |
that goes to | 3 |
one that goes | 3 |
and i says | 3 |
up to the | 3 |
look to the | 3 |
that the poet | 3 |
one thing is | 3 |
to grasp the | 3 |
is not the | 3 |
but not the | 3 |
but of the | 3 |
and let me | 3 |
to the rose | 3 |
believe that the | 3 |
by gelett burgess | 3 |
and doc he | 3 |
and many a | 3 |
and it was | 3 |
now the new | 3 |
why not knowing | 3 |
no one knows | 3 |
the same old | 3 |
may be taken | 3 |
to make me | 3 |
and still the | 3 |
and in the | 3 |
tim the dragoon | 3 |
in a tear | 3 |
day by day | 3 |
leave to me | 3 |
the present work | 3 |
the land of | 3 |
and in his | 3 |
to believe that | 3 |
i see the | 3 |
up and down | 3 |
of what we | 3 |
that i have | 3 |
and at the | 3 |
for those who | 3 |
thing is certain | 3 |
oft before i | 3 |
that in a | 3 |
only in the | 3 |
a tear was | 3 |
sigh for the | 3 |
in a row | 3 |
this i know | 3 |
see the freshers | 3 |
one half so | 3 |
goes to lectures | 3 |
the gilded bar | 2 |
who sees a | 2 |
a club may | 2 |
away that yet | 2 |
how oft hereafter | 2 |
winter garments hung | 2 |
name is nicotine | 2 |
in i went | 2 |
and future fears | 2 |
solvitur acris hiemps | 2 |
to meet the | 2 |
their hearts upon | 2 |
can there be | 2 |
be my sheath | 2 |
so to speak | 2 |
do i dream | 2 |
with the when | 2 |
all his time | 2 |
like snow upon | 2 |
with a steadier | 2 |
when some fool | 2 |
this volume is | 2 |
browning played out | 2 |
often wonder what | 2 |
laws underneath the | 2 |
what ayles thee | 2 |
lxxxvi after a | 2 |
not until the | 2 |
by the century | 2 |
to us seems | 2 |
your orgies bid | 2 |
flies with a | 2 |
for some time | 2 |
it is not | 2 |
comfort only in | 2 |
and all the | 2 |
as one who | 2 |
it was his | 2 |
the vows of | 2 |
where all my | 2 |
and make the | 2 |
much as i | 2 |
but still the | 2 |
a b c | 2 |
a word of | 2 |
scatter into flight | 2 |
him to the | 2 |
hope men set | 2 |
and his toes | 2 |
of the two | 2 |
to ti en | 2 |
and is it | 2 |
should heed a | 2 |
there is no | 2 |
what an equanimity | 2 |
the splendid spur | 2 |
to catch the | 2 |
would you cast | 2 |
de tea fabula | 2 |
ploughed me in | 2 |
above me and | 2 |
some for a | 2 |
wilderness were paradise | 2 |
is up to | 2 |
the cup and | 2 |
a coffee souse | 2 |
as the stuff | 2 |
nor heed the | 2 |
by a tear | 2 |
by the meadow | 2 |
club may sigh | 2 |
this is the | 2 |
no questions ask | 2 |
in oxford town | 2 |
that clears to | 2 |
you er me | 2 |
hand of fate | 2 |
in the woods | 2 |
which you may | 2 |
while growing roses | 2 |
the smoking car | 2 |
the green hill | 2 |
the century co | 2 |
afternoon or so | 2 |
and yit he | 2 |
einai a failure | 2 |
is robert browning | 2 |
maun bumpit be | 2 |
cancel half a | 2 |
to spend a | 2 |
ardent weed above | 2 |
i sometimes think | 2 |
living incense rise | 2 |
and your gown | 2 |
the early worm | 2 |
still may spend | 2 |
and thou beside | 2 |
and heard great | 2 |
they say he | 2 |
the freshers as | 2 |
that come and | 2 |
is best to | 2 |
shall not shrink | 2 |
cigar between my | 2 |
the last man | 2 |
they say that | 2 |
ere too late | 2 |
false than true | 2 |
as in the | 2 |
and bill the | 2 |
balmed tobacco be | 2 |
alike for those | 2 |
said that the | 2 |
genius of the | 2 |
a sort of | 2 |
franklin not of | 2 |
unity put quarterly | 2 |
to drown the | 2 |
tinkers plot and | 2 |
got our little | 2 |
the muses nine | 2 |
man in the | 2 |
volume is so | 2 |
robert browning played | 2 |
for she is | 2 |
with sleepless eye | 2 |
or is sophists | 2 |
to your orgies | 2 |
dodge publishing company | 2 |
worm is up | 2 |
us seems near | 2 |
the old love | 2 |
the reason why | 2 |
of the rose | 2 |
and take the | 2 |
and let them | 2 |
piece of toast | 2 |
in a cabbage | 2 |
but roosts with | 2 |
the a b | 2 |
that in the | 2 |
and if the | 2 |
me in rudiments | 2 |
lips no questions | 2 |
when i am | 2 |
and plan new | 2 |
i know that | 2 |
me like a | 2 |
xxi and xxvi | 2 |
set our hearts | 2 |
the doom of | 2 |
precious as the | 2 |
when you come | 2 |
never did contract | 2 |
the lady jane | 2 |
the glories of | 2 |
scattered into flight | 2 |
and having writ | 2 |
may not flee | 2 |
of ohow dryyam | 2 |
the fetters of | 2 |
of my own | 2 |
shatter it to | 2 |
at the gate | 2 |
ti en einai | 2 |
all rights reserved | 2 |
to make it | 2 |
wax and wane | 2 |
to which i | 2 |
to him in | 2 |
many a time | 2 |
more oft false | 2 |
early worm is | 2 |
from which you | 2 |
and weak and | 2 |
and gone and | 2 |
one by one | 2 |
one and all | 2 |
stock we set | 2 |
go bid them | 2 |
where i may | 2 |
how is swiftly | 2 |
the dreams of | 2 |
it is held | 2 |
time flies with | 2 |
into flight the | 2 |
and the rest | 2 |
half a line | 2 |
i sober when | 2 |
what we yet | 2 |
are things what | 2 |
the thought that | 2 |
that great menagerie | 2 |
it may be | 2 |
it were a | 2 |
as you and | 2 |
a saving drink | 2 |
where is thy | 2 |
a steadier wing | 2 |
a hundred hairpins | 2 |
sours the milk | 2 |
bills for life | 2 |
in rudiments watching | 2 |
comforts of a | 2 |
than basilisk or | 2 |
if i could | 2 |
stood by the | 2 |
heard great argument | 2 |
no question makes | 2 |
to cancel half | 2 |
half so precious | 2 |
once again before | 2 |
no matter where | 2 |
stricter statutes to | 2 |
six moons arise | 2 |
to have loved | 2 |
me of my | 2 |
we are no | 2 |
for weeks i | 2 |
died in the | 2 |
measure for measure | 2 |
question makes of | 2 |
don who ploughed | 2 |
and this is | 2 |
a shame for | 2 |
the days of | 2 |
of kisses can | 2 |
we have beheld | 2 |
to pay a | 2 |
before we have | 2 |
the gorham press | 2 |
the genius of | 2 |
is swiftly mingling | 2 |
you cast a | 2 |
in her locks | 2 |
a living incense | 2 |
the dove as | 2 |
still the morals | 2 |
is so thin | 2 |
the phantom of | 2 |
rudiments watching me | 2 |
the house of | 2 |
let the balmed | 2 |
she is mine | 2 |
and you have | 2 |
stuff is going | 2 |
me the tenth | 2 |
think that you | 2 |
no other than | 2 |
just the same | 2 |
silence spake a | 2 |
before i swore | 2 |
with the thought | 2 |
the how is | 2 |
wing but roosts | 2 |
but leave to | 2 |
sober when i | 2 |
of the words | 2 |
fill the cup | 2 |
look for me | 2 |
beheld six moons | 2 |
have beheld six | 2 |
our to ti | 2 |
set their hearts | 2 |
could you and | 2 |
did i sow | 2 |
know how little | 2 |
of a club | 2 |
to make him | 2 |
they did the | 2 |
let me like | 2 |
cat and dog | 2 |
in a kiss | 2 |
but i thought | 2 |
the new year | 2 |
be taken as | 2 |
a college garden | 2 |
years and years | 2 |
i may be | 2 |
whose name is | 2 |
the right to | 2 |
he loves his | 2 |
tries to make | 2 |
bill the bootlegger | 2 |
we set our | 2 |
rubaiyat of a | 2 |
with a saving | 2 |
then let the | 2 |
long have done | 2 |
while we have | 2 |
the other hand | 2 |
the book that | 2 |
walking and talking | 2 |
party who sees | 2 |
was i sober | 2 |
suppit the sad | 2 |
there be enough | 2 |
tobacco be my | 2 |
his fingers and | 2 |
two hundred and | 2 |
make the stern | 2 |
serpent in her | 2 |
methought a voice | 2 |
other than a | 2 |
is going to | 2 |
author of the | 2 |
basilisk or nenuphar | 2 |
bid the muses | 2 |
that yet to | 2 |
the elder omar | 2 |
the sair stroke | 2 |
me and beneath | 2 |
of the poet | 2 |
bird of time | 2 |
to make a | 2 |
what they seem | 2 |
oft before we | 2 |
the bird of | 2 |
in the present | 2 |
buskin at the | 2 |
who dost with | 2 |
orgies bid the | 2 |
we yet may | 2 |
who ploughed me | 2 |
to make the | 2 |
the existence of | 2 |
cent cigar between | 2 |
i often wonder | 2 |
an afternoon or | 2 |
hair is more | 2 |
not of philadelphia | 2 |
of blue laws | 2 |
i heard the | 2 |
he whistles on | 2 |
who to your | 2 |
promised to pay | 2 |
caliban upon rudiments | 2 |
the squamiest serpent | 2 |
to have his | 2 |
to see the | 2 |
you may not | 2 |
the kenmare river | 2 |
why this volume | 2 |
say the same | 2 |
and hopes of | 2 |
she tries to | 2 |
this late date | 2 |
men set their | 2 |
that you have | 2 |
freshers as they | 2 |
at the door | 2 |
cast a loving | 2 |
but this i | 2 |
for him who | 2 |
whether the one | 2 |
revived by a | 2 |
a party who | 2 |
whistles on his | 2 |
the stars and | 2 |
so precious as | 2 |
when he come | 2 |
on his fingers | 2 |
a stolen kiss | 2 |
his winter garments | 2 |
was the fate | 2 |
plot and plan | 2 |
a cabbage lot | 2 |
weed above me | 2 |
and when i | 2 |
of the author | 2 |
and got that | 2 |
to me the | 2 |
fogged with wine | 2 |
roses in a | 2 |
fingers and his | 2 |
do not know | 2 |
like a living | 2 |
steadier wing but | 2 |
around the moon | 2 |
times in the | 2 |
how oft before | 2 |
and out of | 2 |
the hand of | 2 |
out in the | 2 |
i must take | 2 |
give me a | 2 |
one made them | 2 |
fetters of rhyme | 2 |
to bring to | 2 |
in the original | 2 |
there by the | 2 |
has scattered into | 2 |
this stanza is | 2 |
and nothing more | 2 |
the don who | 2 |
mingling with the | 2 |
the fire of | 2 |
between my teeth | 2 |
sees a society | 2 |
i says to | 2 |
anecdote for fathers | 2 |
kisses can there | 2 |
roosts with sleepless | 2 |
in our own | 2 |
will pass away | 2 |
his wuz the | 2 |
squamiest serpent in | 2 |
the sad sherrie | 2 |
is our to | 2 |
a piece of | 2 |
from your hair | 2 |
there to lig | 2 |
those who for | 2 |
of all the | 2 |
for the comforts | 2 |
loving woman hence | 2 |
the white moth | 2 |
two young men | 2 |
catch the fish | 2 |
and i turned | 2 |
yet to us | 2 |
swiftly mingling with | 2 |
each morn a | 2 |
our own day | 2 |
doom of the | 2 |
invisible buskin at | 2 |
the one true | 2 |
in the garden | 2 |
it took nine | 2 |
now and then | 2 |
are no other | 2 |
have loved and | 2 |
by a party | 2 |
the spot where | 2 |
dawne was breakynge | 2 |
leedon publishing company | 2 |
the dawne was | 2 |
oft false than | 2 |
the scanty stock | 2 |
a huffy husband | 2 |
in the smoking | 2 |
book of blue | 2 |
is held that | 2 |
to git a | 2 |
moaned the dove | 2 |
were paradise enow | 2 |
for i remember | 2 |
statutes to indite | 2 |
blue laws underneath | 2 |
morn a thousand | 2 |
doc he say | 2 |
the balmed tobacco | 2 |
up to catch | 2 |
the secret of | 2 |
of a huffy | 2 |
it to bits | 2 |
he has no | 2 |
you know how | 2 |
i do not | 2 |
our hearts upon | 2 |
to the stars | 2 |
the comforts of | 2 |
of a friend | 2 |
the esquire bedell | 2 |
a pot of | 2 |
the effect of | 2 |
back to cancel | 2 |
rubaiyat of ohow | 2 |
much the same | 2 |
of omar cayenne | 2 |
shame for him | 2 |
pot of tea | 2 |
gabble garbled garrulousness | 2 |
with what an | 2 |
tell me why | 2 |
did the last | 2 |
the seed of | 2 |
sobbed the dove | 2 |
them there to | 2 |
better be jocund | 2 |
the voice of | 2 |
the furnace of | 2 |
her lips no | 2 |
brat of death | 2 |
in the parks | 2 |
frequent the gilded | 2 |
in the fire | 2 |
illustration blank page | 2 |
pair of boots | 2 |
to be swells | 2 |
growing roses in | 2 |
is sophists about | 2 |
is the trap | 2 |
is more oft | 2 |
you and me | 2 |
en einai a | 2 |
things what they | 2 |
of the esquire | 2 |
stille i laye | 2 |
the stuff that | 2 |
the sorry trade | 2 |
the ardent weed | 2 |
doc in the | 2 |
the time to | 2 |
or is robert | 2 |
the fate that | 2 |
spot where i | 2 |
thou beside me | 2 |
paradise to come | 2 |
should have been | 2 |
of time flies | 2 |
not to be | 2 |
and down the | 2 |
in a college | 2 |
fortunes in a | 2 |
scanty stock we | 2 |
a loving woman | 2 |