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quadgram | frequency |
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in the manner of | 21 |
the lay of the | 14 |
the rest of the | 14 |
by the same author | 13 |
with the exception of | 13 |
he was the man | 12 |
spirit of the years | 12 |
i do not know | 12 |
when a young man | 12 |
at the end of | 12 |
the edge of the | 11 |
the freedom of the | 11 |
was the man who | 11 |
a great deal of | 11 |
the bottom of the | 11 |
at the age of | 11 |
in the centre of | 11 |
all the bores i | 10 |
for the first time | 10 |
to have a friend | 10 |
freedom of the world | 10 |
his heart a short | 10 |
of all the bores | 10 |
as i laye a | 10 |
the bores i know | 10 |
said the moo kow | 10 |
on the other side | 10 |
is one of the | 10 |
heart a short time | 10 |
for the freedom of | 10 |
of the land of | 10 |
a short time ago | 10 |
lost his heart a | 10 |
in the united states | 10 |
a young man he | 9 |
for a long time | 9 |
at the same time | 9 |
in the midst of | 9 |
said the haunted man | 9 |
i should like to | 9 |
of the united states | 9 |
one of the most | 9 |
the door of the | 9 |
i could not help | 9 |
the knave of hearts | 9 |
at the same moment | 8 |
spirit of the pities | 8 |
the tale tells how | 8 |
beneath the greenwood tree | 8 |
on the other hand | 8 |
the end of the | 8 |
from our father the | 8 |
and the tale tells | 8 |
in the middle of | 8 |
what do you think | 8 |
i beg your pardon | 8 |
the land of the | 8 |
our father the pope | 8 |
the head of the | 8 |
and nothing to do | 8 |
in spite of the | 7 |
the name of the | 7 |
fell in love with | 7 |
in a few moments | 7 |
the sound of the | 7 |
it seemed to him | 7 |
what do you mean | 7 |
the other end of | 7 |
in front of me | 7 |
did not seem to | 7 |
in the course of | 7 |
the master of the | 7 |
at the bottom of | 7 |
history of tom thumb | 6 |
when i was young | 6 |
at the door of | 6 |
in search of the | 6 |
with a bird in | 6 |
on the night of | 6 |
of new york city | 6 |
i have come to | 6 |
in a few minutes | 6 |
a tree with a | 6 |
up and down the | 6 |
at an early age | 6 |
the meeting of the | 6 |
said to have been | 6 |
a good deal of | 6 |
the voice of the | 6 |
the day of the | 6 |
be the laureate bold | 6 |
the clock is ticking | 6 |
clock is ticking onward | 6 |
his bloodhounds in the | 6 |
bishop of london town | 6 |
going to do it | 6 |
by reason of the | 6 |
bloodhounds in the leash | 6 |
tree with a bird | 6 |
land of my imagining | 6 |
he said to himself | 6 |
i am going to | 6 |
i ought to have | 6 |
is said to have | 6 |
the author of the | 6 |
with his bloodhounds in | 6 |
say that i am | 6 |
the land of my | 6 |
then up and spak | 6 |
the centre of the | 6 |
the face of the | 6 |
the ballad of the | 6 |
was a young man | 6 |
one of the few | 6 |
a bird in it | 6 |
that there was a | 6 |
with the aid of | 6 |
that there should be | 5 |
i am afraid that | 5 |
to do but to | 5 |
the matter of that | 5 |
to and fro in | 5 |
quite as well as | 5 |
in the bottom of | 5 |
this fair mer chant | 5 |
the light of the | 5 |
relation of the above | 5 |
again and yet again | 5 |
on the back of | 5 |
the top of the | 5 |
have no hesitation in | 5 |
nothing to do with | 5 |
the middle of the | 5 |
as much as i | 5 |
maid of the second | 5 |
and my heart is | 5 |
the heart of the | 5 |
what does it matter | 5 |
it seems to me | 5 |
what i want to | 5 |
the death of space | 5 |
on the edge of | 5 |
he was going to | 5 |
by one of the | 5 |
at the sight of | 5 |
it is not the | 5 |
your own home town | 5 |
man who ever lived | 5 |
the window of the | 5 |
i want to talk | 5 |
as far as the | 5 |
the aid of a | 5 |
it was that colombo | 5 |
at the head of | 5 |
his hand over his | 5 |
may sing of the | 5 |
other end of the | 5 |
of the second floor | 5 |
as soon as i | 5 |
with his back to | 5 |
some may sing of | 5 |
a man from your | 5 |
with a sense of | 5 |
as well as the | 5 |
that it was the | 5 |
so far as to | 5 |
the history of tom | 5 |
and the man who | 5 |
man from your own | 5 |
from time to time | 5 |
in half an hour | 5 |
he came to the | 5 |
from your own home | 5 |
is known of his | 5 |
out of the house | 5 |
are you going to | 5 |
for the matter of | 5 |
a comment upon the | 5 |
do you think of | 5 |
in front of the | 5 |
the night of the | 5 |
a member of the | 5 |
spirit and chorus of | 5 |
i was going to | 5 |
master of the ring | 5 |
when you meet a | 5 |
in the town of | 5 |
no sign of a | 5 |
that he did not | 5 |
spirit of the rejection | 5 |
let me tell you | 5 |
could not help thinking | 5 |
to do with the | 5 |
it might have been | 5 |
sign of a struggle | 5 |
and chorus of the | 5 |
to say that i | 5 |
meet a man from | 5 |
the ice in the | 5 |
you meet a man | 5 |
the man who introduced | 5 |
the sound of a | 5 |
i am not one | 5 |
at that very moment | 4 |
the inscription for the | 4 |
this face of mine | 4 |
snapping turtle in the | 4 |
at the foot of | 4 |
and the rest of | 4 |
a copy of the | 4 |
his head a hat | 4 |
order that he might | 4 |
just as good as | 4 |
to be able to | 4 |
and the maid of | 4 |
the land thou hast | 4 |
wound a blast so | 4 |
in the days of | 4 |
and you shall hear | 4 |
nights are long and | 4 |
poodle with ribbons of | 4 |
in the hope of | 4 |
the hero of a | 4 |
the door opened and | 4 |
ice in the shaker | 4 |
in silence and in | 4 |
the moaning of the | 4 |
glory to our gracious | 4 |
empty flasks on the | 4 |
to the gaiety of | 4 |
of the rejection slip | 4 |
out of the way | 4 |
i am unable to | 4 |
in the mountains of | 4 |
in the act of | 4 |
fill me once more | 4 |
she seeks the priest | 4 |
he wound a blast | 4 |
all that the traffic | 4 |
this kind of thing | 4 |
and aye they sailed | 4 |
the lower part of | 4 |
the rhyme of sir | 4 |
the maid of the | 4 |
counting out the loaves | 4 |
free to come and | 4 |
i began to feel | 4 |
the spirit of the | 4 |
with ribbons of blue | 4 |
nosegay in his hand | 4 |
death of jabez dollar | 4 |
if the advertising man | 4 |
the dreary swindle swamp | 4 |
if you come to | 4 |
the snapping turtle in | 4 |
the great novelists of | 4 |
lady from the sea | 4 |
i mean to say | 4 |
nothing to do but | 4 |
rope from our father | 4 |
was one of the | 4 |
difficult word to say | 4 |
thank you so much | 4 |
go one and all | 4 |
head in his hands | 4 |
that would be the | 4 |
the same author the | 4 |
i heard the waters | 4 |
geste of little john | 4 |
this sort of thing | 4 |
do you tackle your | 4 |
for the sake of | 4 |
with a cry of | 4 |
i am not going | 4 |
the count of tololedo | 4 |
a pet poodle with | 4 |
time of which i | 4 |
the lay of mr | 4 |
hundred and fifty dollars | 4 |
i want a sang | 4 |
in an instant i | 4 |
sat down on the | 4 |
search of the land | 4 |
little is known of | 4 |
the death of jabez | 4 |
a great friend of | 4 |
the queen in france | 4 |
the traffic will bear | 4 |
wears on his head | 4 |
upon the floor he | 4 |
now will ye play | 4 |
the fight with the | 4 |
lord of the admiralty | 4 |
the worst of taste | 4 |
the advertising man had | 4 |
what he was doing | 4 |
comment upon the history | 4 |
do but to pocket | 4 |
night go one and | 4 |
go back to the | 4 |
day of the year | 4 |
his head in his | 4 |
waitress trim and the | 4 |
and aye she dealed | 4 |
to range with hawk | 4 |
the daughter of the | 4 |
with a wooden leg | 4 |
the jailer and the | 4 |
in the hands of | 4 |
he did not seem | 4 |
but i heard the | 4 |
i should not have | 4 |
i am glad to | 4 |
one of the best | 4 |
and a strong chauffeur | 4 |
a rope from our | 4 |
dost thou love as | 4 |
but to deck a | 4 |
silence in the ranks | 4 |
as well as i | 4 |
you tackle your work | 4 |
the first lord of | 4 |
to put the outlaws | 4 |
the thunders of assaye | 4 |
roam the world with | 4 |
and the moaning of | 4 |
pass from jem of | 4 |
do you want to | 4 |
inscription for the freedom | 4 |
the mountains of the | 4 |
that he was the | 4 |
be able to stand | 4 |
to go back to | 4 |
strong chauffeur and a | 4 |
selling of the same | 4 |
on his head a | 4 |
and the united states | 4 |
would be the laureate | 4 |
would she only say | 4 |
to the top of | 4 |
thus it was that | 4 |
at the time of | 4 |
great novelists of to | 4 |
i want to be | 4 |
mountains of the moon | 4 |
and new york city | 4 |
stood before them all | 4 |
i rather should imagine | 4 |
the man who tends | 4 |
the lady from the | 4 |
the courtship of our | 4 |
it was one of | 4 |
shall be able to | 4 |
the night go one | 4 |
the fate of england | 4 |
in a low voice | 4 |
the children of the | 4 |
butt of sherry to | 4 |
and i heard the | 4 |
put the outlaws down | 4 |
that one of the | 4 |
go over the top | 4 |
on the subject of | 4 |
the nights are long | 4 |
it may be so | 4 |
that sort of thing | 4 |
who tends the door | 4 |
man and woman who | 4 |
the deed is done | 4 |
i would be the | 4 |
chauffeur and a housekeep | 4 |
in the next room | 4 |
no relation of the | 4 |
it is not in | 4 |
there was a man | 4 |
tell me what is | 4 |
the time of which | 4 |
and a housekeep er | 4 |
the town of oviedo | 4 |
with plenty to get | 4 |
they say that i | 4 |
one cigar a day | 4 |
something to do with | 4 |
passed his hand over | 4 |
and the red friar | 4 |
come with me to | 4 |
fight with the snapping | 4 |
whittles at the chairs | 4 |
rhyme of sir launcelot | 4 |
whom men call the | 4 |
flasks on the floor | 4 |
a few moments the | 4 |
rather should imagine that | 4 |
tarquin and the augur | 4 |
killed this fair mer | 4 |
apron white and mealy | 4 |
and bishop of london | 4 |
the centre of his | 4 |
the day has come | 4 |
i will tell you | 4 |
children in the wood | 4 |
and some of the | 4 |
to get and nothing | 4 |
his hand upon the | 4 |
i thought that i | 4 |
the children in the | 4 |
all very well to | 4 |
the spirit and chorus | 4 |
chickens in the spring | 4 |
go back to her | 4 |
in the fact that | 4 |
if i mistake not | 4 |
was a man in | 4 |
seek spring chickens in | 4 |
in the interests of | 4 |
he wears on his | 4 |
pet poodle with ribbons | 4 |
of the time when | 4 |
and when he had | 4 |
lay of mr colt | 4 |
the lord of castlereagh | 4 |
of sir launcelot bogle | 4 |
in search of a | 4 |
i cannot bear to | 4 |
i see it all | 4 |
three cents a day | 4 |
could not all our | 4 |
the side of the | 4 |
to come and gae | 4 |
from jem of netherbee | 4 |
a strong chauffeur and | 4 |
to deck a pet | 4 |
on the verge of | 4 |
to our gracious queen | 4 |
deck a pet poodle | 4 |
in the habit of | 4 |
under the name of | 4 |
when he had finished | 4 |
the empty flasks on | 4 |
now glory to our | 4 |
i told him that | 4 |
how do you tackle | 4 |
range with hawk and | 4 |
this geste of little | 4 |
the fact that he | 4 |
a hat so red | 4 |
onward rush the coursers | 4 |
by the sound of | 4 |
to the sum of | 4 |
the loaves so freely | 4 |
with hawk and hound | 4 |
of sherry to keep | 4 |
the exception of the | 4 |
advertising man had been | 4 |
upon the history of | 4 |
that he had been | 4 |
the other side of | 4 |
lay of the lovelorn | 4 |
little john and the | 4 |
head a hat so | 4 |
first lord of the | 4 |
up and spak the | 4 |
count de la fere | 4 |
get and nothing to | 4 |
the best of all | 4 |
with an air of | 4 |
trust me for that | 4 |
spring chickens in the | 4 |
i am he who | 4 |
man who tends the | 4 |
i have an idea | 4 |
out the loaves so | 4 |
to his own room | 4 |
the deck of the | 4 |
give me but my | 4 |
for the third time | 4 |
a part of the | 4 |
with the snapping turtle | 4 |
to whisper to the | 4 |
the hand of the | 4 |
on the arm of | 4 |
i shall not be | 4 |
as white as snow | 4 |
there was something in | 4 |
aye she dealed the | 4 |
land thou hast reviled | 4 |
am not going to | 4 |
men and women who | 4 |
it was he who | 4 |
go in search of | 4 |
plenty to get and | 4 |
without the leave of | 4 |
if i were you | 4 |
that i could not | 4 |
what are you going | 4 |
in order that he | 4 |
he sold my picture | 4 |
never thought of that | 4 |
courtship of our cid | 4 |
trim and the maid | 4 |
that the traffic will | 4 |
and has he dared | 4 |
he bit his lip | 4 |
john and the red | 4 |
had something of the | 4 |
of the ice in | 4 |
with a capital letter | 4 |
into the night go | 4 |
on the way home | 4 |
a lay of sherwood | 3 |
the way to the | 3 |
by way of the | 3 |
one side of the | 3 |
is not billiard chalk | 3 |
the student of jena | 3 |
all the rest of | 3 |
me that he had | 3 |
who fell in love | 3 |
they are going to | 3 |
that you should have | 3 |
just in time to | 3 |
of a club man | 3 |
as if he were | 3 |
i says what he | 3 |
shudder passed over the | 3 |
she opened her eyes | 3 |
a good old ghost | 3 |
that he would have | 3 |
the matter with the | 3 |
it never entered into | 3 |
that i had to | 3 |
other side of the | 3 |
wedding guest sat on | 3 |
a cap and apron | 3 |
the result of his | 3 |
the blue and the | 3 |
great britain and the | 3 |
from the mammoth circus | 3 |
the sound of voices | 3 |
i picked up a | 3 |
american ballads the fight | 3 |
right with the world | 3 |
i want to live | 3 |
was dressed in a | 3 |
the perusal of the | 3 |
a shudder passed over | 3 |
of which i speak | 3 |
as a young man | 3 |
they carried down the | 3 |
was at her side | 3 |
hamlet stalking in the | 3 |
might have been seen | 3 |
the count de la | 3 |
for a moment he | 3 |
his hand on his | 3 |
me to the heart | 3 |
in the shaker as | 3 |
jupiter and the indian | 3 |
says what he says | 3 |
the man of the | 3 |
so good as to | 3 |
i was a boy | 3 |
the effect of the | 3 |
cannot be identified with | 3 |
so long as he | 3 |
to the best of | 3 |
it is impossible to | 3 |
from the windows of | 3 |
in the matter of | 3 |
buy a book on | 3 |
of don fernando gomersalez | 3 |
i should have thought | 3 |
i can tell you | 3 |
split in the cabinet | 3 |
the school for scandal | 3 |
seemed to be a | 3 |
back in the eighties | 3 |
of the true faith | 3 |
was wise enough to | 3 |
from the bottom of | 3 |
this is not an | 3 |
got as far as | 3 |
on the brink of | 3 |
the only thing to | 3 |
it will be remembered | 3 |
if you wish it | 3 |
do not say of | 3 |
an english writer who | 3 |
the clerk and parson | 3 |
scouted the proposition as | 3 |
make the best of | 3 |
meet him in the | 3 |
as good as any | 3 |
did you ever hear | 3 |
heard the sound of | 3 |
seems to me to | 3 |
what do you want | 3 |
the man who wore | 3 |
suppose i ought to | 3 |
a legend of the | 3 |
cannot fail to please | 3 |
for a cup of | 3 |
did not care for | 3 |
i had worked all | 3 |
the end of his | 3 |
it would be a | 3 |
father of the child | 3 |
is as good as | 3 |
he says listen i | 3 |
want to live my | 3 |
the conclusion that the | 3 |
i go in search | 3 |
not say of love | 3 |
and no one can | 3 |
identified with princeton or | 3 |
you had better go | 3 |
the rest of your | 3 |
chorus of the pities | 3 |
from one of the | 3 |
i would be alone | 3 |
cook and a waitress | 3 |
who do you think | 3 |
one of the principal | 3 |
from the spanish of | 3 |
on the children in | 3 |
of a lot of | 3 |
but he did not | 3 |
that there was nothing | 3 |
how long must i | 3 |
did his best to | 3 |
colombo whom men call | 3 |
in my heart to | 3 |
that he would take | 3 |
the editor apologizes for | 3 |
for the rest of | 3 |
i was very sad | 3 |
his hand across his | 3 |
just as i was | 3 |
as far as possible | 3 |
the rest of us | 3 |
a man of extraordinary | 3 |
new york city and | 3 |
i think you might | 3 |
i suppose i ought | 3 |
him that i had | 3 |
in comparison with the | 3 |
back in the lost | 3 |
thought it would be | 3 |
asked him what he | 3 |
much ado about nothing | 3 |
do you think it | 3 |
on the death of | 3 |
he placed his hand | 3 |
that i hoped you | 3 |
the split in the | 3 |
back to his own | 3 |
anybody here seen kelly | 3 |
the tale of the | 3 |
president of the united | 3 |
i cannot be identified | 3 |
i do not care | 3 |
for a few minutes | 3 |
i must go home | 3 |
of hearts she made | 3 |
lower part of his | 3 |
the distant cry of | 3 |
had something to do | 3 |
some of the best | 3 |
that i do not | 3 |
after the manner of | 3 |
pressure of his toes | 3 |
went on the stage | 3 |
that i was the | 3 |
i shall be able | 3 |
nine and a half | 3 |
legend of the bosphorus | 3 |
of the house and | 3 |
the story of my | 3 |
could not bear to | 3 |
for the want of | 3 |
it was then that | 3 |
his hundred and fifty | 3 |
as soon as he | 3 |
in love with her | 3 |
i must buy a | 3 |
on the day of | 3 |
i have no hesitation | 3 |
of love that he | 3 |
queen of hearts she | 3 |
mote in the middle | 3 |
of which i am | 3 |
of the murdered man | 3 |
with the joy of | 3 |
that he was not | 3 |
i did not know | 3 |
in a voice which | 3 |
to live my life | 3 |
to say hulloh to | 3 |
was at that time | 3 |
and do you know | 3 |
not to notice it | 3 |
those thousand claws are | 3 |
i am happy to | 3 |
red love on a | 3 |
looked up at the | 3 |
with princeton or with | 3 |
but i thought it | 3 |
a waitress trim and | 3 |
the door of mr | 3 |
to be trifled with | 3 |
it was with a | 3 |
first appearance of the | 3 |
the proprietor of the | 3 |
is as handsome does | 3 |
the words of the | 3 |
have that partnership now | 3 |
the siege of troy | 3 |
it may be that | 3 |
i must confess that | 3 |
the first verse of | 3 |
the question of the | 3 |
the lady of lyons | 3 |
the root of all | 3 |
and the thought of | 3 |
it was just as | 3 |
fourth edition crown vo | 3 |
at the very moment | 3 |
that i shall be | 3 |
spirit of modern poetry | 3 |
a legend of glasgow | 3 |
of the great war | 3 |
face was pale and | 3 |
i saw it all | 3 |
peter and lady teazle | 3 |
long must i endure | 3 |
there is nothing more | 3 |
the back of his | 3 |
i shall have to | 3 |
and i think my | 3 |
say of love that | 3 |
it was to see | 3 |
that goes to lectures | 3 |
and the recording angel | 3 |
i give you my | 3 |
it may have been | 3 |
the contents of the | 3 |
the augustan reprint society | 3 |
it to my lord | 3 |
had gone back and | 3 |
to think of something | 3 |
m s h rdy | 3 |
the memory of that | 3 |
it had been a | 3 |
love on a blue | 3 |
the arrival of the | 3 |
when the days are | 3 |
genius for your digestion | 3 |
the father of the | 3 |
in the middle distance | 3 |
i have always been | 3 |
the man who made | 3 |
must buy a book | 3 |
tale of the new | 3 |
with the freedom of | 3 |
he said that he | 3 |
a hundred and fifty | 3 |
read it to you | 3 |
known of his childhood | 3 |
but i wish you | 3 |
i saw that it | 3 |
has anybody here seen | 3 |
and while i do | 3 |
with me to the | 3 |
a cook and a | 3 |
the root of the | 3 |
to come to me | 3 |
what do you see | 3 |
as i may have | 3 |
mary raymond shipman andrews | 3 |
the death of ishmael | 3 |
when i came to | 3 |
i want to know | 3 |
put an end to | 3 |
man in our town | 3 |
the delight of the | 3 |
think i ought to | 3 |
i may as well | 3 |
the outer and the | 3 |
to have been a | 3 |
now ladies and gentlemen | 3 |
your digestion any day | 3 |
fall in love with | 3 |
and fro in the | 3 |
thousand claws are mileage | 3 |
for some time past | 3 |
best and bravest of | 3 |
and a half inches | 3 |
hearts she made some | 3 |
dirge of the drinker | 3 |
i was very solemn | 3 |
nk h rr s | 3 |
when i heard the | 3 |
be identified with princeton | 3 |
had worked all day | 3 |
the angel and the | 3 |
and hamlet stalking in | 3 |
we were very merry | 3 |
the massacre of the | 3 |
it is one of | 3 |
marry a witty wife | 3 |
by the light of | 3 |
i could no more | 3 |
if you want to | 3 |
her intention of leaving | 3 |
the pressure of his | 3 |
on the face of | 3 |
he would have been | 3 |
is heard from the | 3 |
when first i consented | 3 |
the banks of the | 3 |
the top of his | 3 |
chancellor of the exchequer | 3 |
in the garden of | 3 |
he drew from his | 3 |
able to stand it | 3 |
i think of it | 3 |
blue and the grey | 3 |
shook his head sadly | 3 |
face of the earth | 3 |
one that goes to | 3 |
the days are hot | 3 |
i was young and | 3 |
the follies of the | 3 |
sir peter and lady | 3 |
there is but one | 3 |
not at home to | 3 |
i shall never forget | 3 |
good old ghost story | 3 |
the world has ever | 3 |
the house for ever | 3 |
of one of the | 3 |
of the haunted man | 3 |
with a pair of | 3 |
love that he is | 3 |
you come to commem | 3 |
all that can be | 3 |
do you think did | 3 |
guest sat on a | 3 |
let me give my | 3 |
song of the ennuye | 3 |
feet nine and a | 3 |
the proposition as absurd | 3 |
give my genius for | 3 |
in the light of | 3 |
went back to the | 3 |
be the whole concern | 3 |
he was the last | 3 |
to write to her | 3 |
the waters of the | 3 |
my genius for your | 3 |
but it was not | 3 |
of the fair king | 3 |
he pointed to the | 3 |
nothing in the world | 3 |
it was that the | 3 |
chorus of young men | 3 |
i made my way | 3 |
the brave handsome man | 3 |
an ancient scottish ballad | 3 |
britain and the united | 3 |
the fifteenth of november | 3 |
a young man of | 3 |
massacre of the macpherson | 3 |
to do with your | 3 |
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trespass in my bound | 2 |
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thy beauty so full | 2 |
from a poor woman | 2 |
an article like that | 2 |
vest of green he | 2 |
sir james the graham | 2 |
and jem of netherbee | 2 |
my flashing eyes the | 2 |
pefore we touch the | 2 |
him already in the | 2 |
as they surely well | 2 |
with accents low and | 2 |
gave myself up for | 2 |
his level day by | 2 |
conjure up the shades | 2 |
behold a hero die | 2 |
hear a sound of | 2 |
pined that brave and | 2 |
couch all in a | 2 |
and backed his orders | 2 |
and as the foaming | 2 |
shall venture to observe | 2 |
should he chance to | 2 |
my pipe of strong | 2 |
and leila looked in | 2 |
and watch the clouds | 2 |
far above her knees | 2 |
i to wed with | 2 |
what the maiden thought | 2 |
what do you say | 2 |
the ravage and the | 2 |
heart is kind and | 2 |
to bear the thud | 2 |
i know you can | 2 |
my name into a | 2 |
each guest feels it | 2 |
against my janissaries dare | 2 |
re b ll c | 2 |
being from the doudney | 2 |
most familiarly with hers | 2 |
the public see with | 2 |
shall ride on the | 2 |
gae up until the | 2 |
the most infernal bore | 2 |
side of frankfort street | 2 |
i should probably be | 2 |
me up at windsor | 2 |
and spak the dourest | 2 |
remark subsequently made by | 2 |
six hundred coot long | 2 |
she dealed the black | 2 |
so much exhausted that | 2 |
and drove back to | 2 |
to the critic of | 2 |
my locks of snow | 2 |
had the effrontery to | 2 |
his friends of yore | 2 |
never a single word | 2 |
brandy with a fever | 2 |
fellos i must go | 2 |
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do not care to | 2 |
the poet in his | 2 |
stood on the deck | 2 |
with nasal whine he | 2 |
were not for that | 2 |
the immortal memory of | 2 |
not by sir e | 2 |
fountains of damascus i | 2 |
o rot the three | 2 |
legs upraised upon the | 2 |
glued on his breast | 2 |
to burn around the | 2 |
a daring hand i | 2 |
beneath the fresh green | 2 |
vain you pour into | 2 |
needles should not move | 2 |
shrinks from each stroke | 2 |
i saw the fair | 2 |
which thy lips of | 2 |
resuming the conning tower | 2 |
morrow repeats the dull | 2 |
a piece of paper | 2 |
gallows for the slave | 2 |
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he turned to the | 2 |
be out of it | 2 |
tears from blushing obscurity | 2 |
night within the eastern | 2 |
mak a maister sang | 2 |
with his grizzly head | 2 |
of course he was | 2 |
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with glassy eye essayed | 2 |
sure to dip their | 2 |
sunday libels drown my | 2 |
how looks our lady | 2 |
till he came to | 2 |
at the frank lifting | 2 |
one who bears a | 2 |
of the matter in | 2 |
met their delighted eye | 2 |
dry within the hour | 2 |
spoils of foreign war | 2 |
in its halcyon still | 2 |
of the celestial browning | 2 |
amidst the constellations did | 2 |
glance prophetic sees my | 2 |
it were knightly sport | 2 |
stood the rydal bard | 2 |
grimacing stopped the piebald | 2 |
and together we shall | 2 |
as a further hint | 2 |
and i knew that | 2 |
at my chambers in | 2 |
bolted with a missionary | 2 |
comment upon tom thumb | 2 |
sleep beneath the fresh | 2 |
the cumbered yard without | 2 |
dwellings of the free | 2 |
be living at this | 2 |
little blind boy wove | 2 |
thy skin is dark | 2 |
smoke of a cigar | 2 |
and the sun is | 2 |
its scarce feathered wing | 2 |
from calm repose with | 2 |
bear the thud and | 2 |
then rose the cry | 2 |
spent early days in | 2 |
when he wanted to | 2 |
long came i there | 2 |
people all that dreary | 2 |
taken his arrows and | 2 |
the glutton bite of | 2 |
wind was bringing in | 2 |
cannot turn to a | 2 |
he was the first | 2 |
in loose disorder stray | 2 |
night upon his beat | 2 |
he passes through the | 2 |
vampire leeches gaily sucked | 2 |
the maidens wail to | 2 |
and put it to | 2 |
better that i stood | 2 |
bees was singing in | 2 |
thine eyes met mine | 2 |
life and freedom are | 2 |
day of the fight | 2 |
is safe for me | 2 |
his wild grimacing stopped | 2 |
win nae honours there | 2 |
she did not have | 2 |
the cause of liberty | 2 |
you may see a | 2 |
and the bells demurely | 2 |
a way of his | 2 |
might be that the | 2 |
the gay kiosk and | 2 |
ode in time of | 2 |
their way into his | 2 |
him at the fountain | 2 |
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inner feel the pressure | 2 |
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than three full quarters | 2 |
thy whiskers cut those | 2 |
faster than all winking | 2 |
bards of france should | 2 |
not advice they want | 2 |
a young woman had | 2 |
the hand that smote | 2 |
sustain the ravage and | 2 |
gazed upon the tranquil | 2 |
damaged by his spurs | 2 |
come and gae till | 2 |
and which is arm | 2 |
an end to all | 2 |
could bind the master | 2 |
of burke the slogger | 2 |
choice vocabulary of abuse | 2 |
monarch of the herds | 2 |
you heard of philip | 2 |
and eke her daughters | 2 |
might hear a pin | 2 |
author the hohenzollerns in | 2 |
the americans apparently felt | 2 |
what i shall do | 2 |
see ye in the | 2 |
i ask not now | 2 |
as to the propriety | 2 |
as much my first | 2 |
be ruled by me | 2 |
thee of our whisky | 2 |
with ardent blaze from | 2 |
so far as i | 2 |
that ashen cheek of | 2 |
forest yields rarer robes | 2 |
patient pen i drive | 2 |
either side the chivalry | 2 |
was lost in the | 2 |
cheek the colour of | 2 |
here to fisit any | 2 |
behind the knight she | 2 |
as they found him | 2 |
in the bedtime story | 2 |
could swell the fame | 2 |
shalt pay to me | 2 |
lance within the rest | 2 |
soul was touched with | 2 |
reached the cave of | 2 |
of the oaken tree | 2 |
admitted that he rather | 2 |
of verses remarkably few | 2 |
did i encounter than | 2 |
a word i spoke | 2 |
twenty castles dancing near | 2 |
care and apart from | 2 |
exclamation point close quote | 2 |
grey curbed the course | 2 |
hear this geste of | 2 |
sang before each comely | 2 |
i swear to you | 2 |
shell was shaken in | 2 |
and he has taken | 2 |
having met bon gaultier | 2 |
he who sang how | 2 |
such a number of | 2 |
the spheres shall hiss | 2 |
than you ever did | 2 |
the phantom form that | 2 |
the best of clothes | 2 |
had sunk before thee | 2 |
on him now are | 2 |
naked were his manly | 2 |
moorish champion cut a | 2 |
in groups of twos | 2 |
one author owed him | 2 |
never heard of this | 2 |
suspected some celestial aid | 2 |
says he is prior | 2 |
and saturnius drank and | 2 |
distant cry of clo | 2 |
tell it to my | 2 |
and thine eyes of | 2 |
of gazers to the | 2 |
and you have not | 2 |
and other new nonsense | 2 |
the twentieth day of | 2 |
deadly foes give chase | 2 |
sate he in his | 2 |
a path unto thee | 2 |
round islands of paradise | 2 |
down went the steed | 2 |
no nobler suitor sought | 2 |
bore the magic stamp | 2 |
books for a living | 2 |
once admitted that he | 2 |
night and the stars | 2 |
soles with virgin chalk | 2 |
happy home at five | 2 |
quailed before the cry | 2 |
the evening blows freshly | 2 |
of conversation with his | 2 |
clusters of uncoated yorkers | 2 |
write some more stuff | 2 |
who have done what | 2 |
branching forehead spoke him | 2 |
sit with my dark | 2 |
foot treads lightly and | 2 |
table get thee gone | 2 |
that always rescued me | 2 |
or wamba were our | 2 |
why dost thou look | 2 |
sure enough their chime | 2 |
crossed upon his back | 2 |
before the cry of | 2 |
of elephantine thickness dragged | 2 |
fool make up their | 2 |
so to words of | 2 |
and with a light | 2 |
the greatest traits of | 2 |
he is hard upon | 2 |
thy white satin shoes | 2 |
centre of the room | 2 |
is ever sure to | 2 |
thy shoulders for thy | 2 |
think to take from | 2 |
mark the sallow hue | 2 |
pulling off his boots | 2 |
a young and blooming | 2 |
spanning palm upon it | 2 |
you are a bloody | 2 |
a high judicial station | 2 |
saw them ope before | 2 |
with the bays about | 2 |
vacant by the death | 2 |
to know what was | 2 |
tidings from the court | 2 |
winnie and other new | 2 |
once more upon his | 2 |
this rude hand of | 2 |
a slim young man | 2 |
you think that a | 2 |
our good prince albert | 2 |
the mud from off | 2 |
of the famous martinus | 2 |
in my wisdom tooth | 2 |
the entertainment by their | 2 |
his bright career of | 2 |
wet weather and dry | 2 |
saunters to her side | 2 |
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to the windows and | 2 |
she plunge the white | 2 |
is now my empire | 2 |
step majestic to the | 2 |
ago another passed this | 2 |
i sang at jena | 2 |
he should turn out | 2 |
love came to general | 2 |
toes to taste the | 2 |
but we think we | 2 |
on discontinuing the conning | 2 |
is a very eccentric | 2 |
come from our father | 2 |
for the purpose of | 2 |
world has ever seen | 2 |
furious pace i go | 2 |
touching sight to see | 2 |
of who was who | 2 |
drew him from the | 2 |
waves with cold dull | 2 |
edge of the forest | 2 |
the garden of eden | 2 |
come down the chimney | 2 |
and the mammoth circus | 2 |
you are a plackguard | 2 |
if you should think | 2 |
take some other name | 2 |
fondly linger on thy | 2 |
was sitting beneath his | 2 |
or beside the pebbly | 2 |
was received in this | 2 |
gallant gorbalier twenty castles | 2 |
can there be in | 2 |
sunday is all the | 2 |
a gentle freight to | 2 |
dates and lots of | 2 |
that might baffle any | 2 |
it was in the | 2 |
his whip can longer | 2 |
he may espy certain | 2 |
leap and a run | 2 |
her ire to wreak | 2 |
if you only knew | 2 |
his bosom provan smote | 2 |
at home in the | 2 |
waste our straggling cents | 2 |
poor butt of xeres | 2 |
proper hissed along his | 2 |
yellow sawdust in the | 2 |
very look disarms the | 2 |
find a young life | 2 |
barbarian lower than the | 2 |
pot again and yet | 2 |
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were among those forwarded | 2 |
soups will make thy | 2 |
here lies a man | 2 |
where we so oft | 2 |
saint mungo be my | 2 |
with laughter and with | 2 |
leering first at clay | 2 |
thy body i would | 2 |
suspicions of the text | 2 |
we steam it to | 2 |
eagle and a star | 2 |
as though you were | 2 |
fico for your small | 2 |
salute bestowing on my | 2 |
gied the king the | 2 |
an ode in time | 2 |
and by pinching of | 2 |
for you never were | 2 |
they rang for her | 2 |
as if in torture | 2 |
my soul to bless | 2 |
is feebler than the | 2 |
not the lists of | 2 |
vast wood it was | 2 |
of the name of | 2 |
percentage on the sale | 2 |
waging a universal rivalry | 2 |
up by his own | 2 |
cold on my brow | 2 |
arising from the footstool | 2 |
stopped a good fellowe | 2 |
strong that it shook | 2 |
pay am really willing | 2 |
of sense we engaged | 2 |
a shriek through the | 2 |
straightway drew the toothpick | 2 |
a thousand crowns lord | 2 |
he held within his | 2 |
undulation from his graceful | 2 |
to the desert wild | 2 |
the scarlet grooms and | 2 |
ago left his lodgings | 2 |
and plunging to the | 2 |
the footstool where he | 2 |
but again as deftly | 2 |
in the gush of | 2 |
sure ye bring him | 2 |
in the twinkling of | 2 |
i was unable to | 2 |
run wild through london | 2 |
do not wish to | 2 |
he bares his bosom | 2 |
and with a thrill | 2 |
the clear blue sky | 2 |
a pang of sweet | 2 |
on the flight of | 2 |
but weep for the | 2 |
did they bear them | 2 |
efface the memory of | 2 |
your opinion of my | 2 |
then the phantom form | 2 |
i that sang the | 2 |
i will pen an | 2 |
each line with a | 2 |
dagshaw and the mammoth | 2 |
in front of us | 2 |
said the lady selina | 2 |
says madame la mode | 2 |
student wended home again | 2 |
how is it with | 2 |
and gone into the | 2 |
through the arch and | 2 |
on by witnesses and | 2 |
back to the points | 2 |
and ran to meet | 2 |
to trespass in my | 2 |
with a tommy hawk | 2 |
of the text being | 2 |
in the arms he | 2 |
to haunt with squalid | 2 |
with his lightning eyes | 2 |
the dungeon dark and | 2 |
king of terrors breathes | 2 |
him off and on | 2 |
to clear your doubts | 2 |
didst thou deem the | 2 |
did thirsty fish swallow | 2 |
and gay hath dawned | 2 |
from head to heel | 2 |
who was on the | 2 |
made the most of | 2 |
there clifford leads his | 2 |
feet once more regaining | 2 |
a tower that looketh | 2 |
in this country of | 2 |
difficult to a poet | 2 |
yet the mantle fine | 2 |
in fear i faintly | 2 |
deeply swore the young | 2 |
there lie some score | 2 |
faster than the wind | 2 |
for him that goes | 2 |
as a tower that | 2 |
so shall i cross | 2 |
bays might have fallen | 2 |
horrors haunt the strained | 2 |
he must pay his | 2 |
found himself alone within | 2 |
calm as at ephesus | 2 |
kept high festival in | 2 |
old eyes have seen | 2 |
deadly anger spoke al | 2 |
take at unawares his | 2 |
it shook both bush | 2 |
john was an outlaw | 2 |
greenwood tree a stricken | 2 |
so ends this geste | 2 |
as i was saying | 2 |
and left the moorish | 2 |
twisting over its rampagious | 2 |
to all the nations | 2 |
ladies looked with eyes | 2 |
career of triumph ended | 2 |
off my legs with | 2 |
twinkling of a bed | 2 |
that thoughtful waiter place | 2 |
face of squire and | 2 |
the manner of william | 2 |
their time is rather | 2 |
or the soft petals | 2 |
astonished was the monarch | 2 |
with leave of him | 2 |
women could be banished | 2 |
american history in the | 2 |
and she began to | 2 |
not do to pine | 2 |
all this war stuff | 2 |
at once that it | 2 |
will not be a | 2 |
longer i shall be | 2 |
and placed in the | 2 |
voyages and travels of | 2 |
o kens my liege | 2 |
the gonfalon of france | 2 |
brought to burn around | 2 |
sympathy descended in the | 2 |
to say to you | 2 |
shifts were hung to | 2 |
my poor quivering hand | 2 |
and speaks as angry | 2 |
which nothing can efface | 2 |
cover my own jemscheed | 2 |
and closed the door | 2 |
best days are grassed | 2 |
clothed in dim barbaric | 2 |
i am sorry i | 2 |
where is uwins now | 2 |
dimples left her cheek | 2 |
up the queen she | 2 |
art but a sigh | 2 |
all day long across | 2 |
said the old lawyer | 2 |
friar he wound a | 2 |
quaff the sparkling wine | 2 |
from the larger lunacy | 2 |
i gave myself up | 2 |
pocket of his vest | 2 |
and free to come | 2 |
and you know i | 2 |
for our native scribbling | 2 |
the charm of knighthood | 2 |
go into the city | 2 |
over to the window | 2 |
i could hear his | 2 |
should such a shame | 2 |
became proficient as a | 2 |
for it was he | 2 |
his latin was somewhat | 2 |
have thought of that | 2 |
it booms along the | 2 |
from out her shelly | 2 |
fiercely sped the fatal | 2 |
not rosy as of | 2 |
the trainbands bore him | 2 |
i ought to be | 2 |
lowly bending on your | 2 |
when sirius is uncomfortably | 2 |
cried the unhappy girl | 2 |
in park street at | 2 |
tightened by the master | 2 |
beer i grudge him | 2 |
the merry christmas came | 2 |
at least know his | 2 |
them to his own | 2 |
one hour in combat | 2 |
hard upon thy track | 2 |
spoke little john in | 2 |
great paul was seen | 2 |
his wife rebecca bolted | 2 |
afore the french king | 2 |
its throat to the | 2 |
the death of southey | 2 |
the student wended home | 2 |
and a waist so | 2 |
i pray you all | 2 |
frere within the wood | 2 |
never lippen to it | 2 |
bless you and keep | 2 |
or climb the slopes | 2 |
as it thrills its | 2 |
scores are crushed to | 2 |
as if he had | 2 |
art to me the | 2 |
thou japest but in | 2 |
he stood upon the | 2 |
hears the bulbul sing | 2 |
only thing to be | 2 |
out two champions to | 2 |
is to be paid | 2 |
into the tangled brake | 2 |
to keep things square | 2 |
the throb of her | 2 |
he but a simple | 2 |
what reward will congress | 2 |
some help to keep | 2 |
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free opinion suggested the | 2 |
they shall hale thee | 2 |
thrill of song half | 2 |
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flame to the face | 2 |
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was he of limb | 2 |
but he has not | 2 |
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haunch that wont to | 2 |
proud career is done | 2 |
charles knight of windsor | 2 |
keys of the west | 2 |
are just in time | 2 |
did not love him | 2 |
when you saw your | 2 |
agoin of my rounds | 2 |
but i am not | 2 |
pay to me seven | 2 |
the lift afore the | 2 |
a party who sees | 2 |
and waving many a | 2 |
breathed a silent prayer | 2 |
bound for new orleans | 2 |
the morning of the | 2 |
dead the snapping turtle | 2 |
buffets of the surly | 2 |
buck is belling in | 2 |
a sense of dread | 2 |
thou by the spring | 2 |
for a moment in | 2 |
isle had rendered up | 2 |
the hopes of youth | 2 |
hath come thy love | 2 |
when did you last | 2 |
saw the bearing bold | 2 |
was that it was | 2 |
are long and hairy | 2 |
poems the lay of | 2 |
a spasmy vomit shook | 2 |
of highwayman and thief | 2 |
to him this ring | 2 |
groat within his pouch | 2 |
no bond street brats | 2 |
spite of all your | 2 |
through which the fountain | 2 |
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ballad of the thoughtless | 2 |
i ask of thee | 2 |
of the ballad essays | 2 |
out of house and | 2 |
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person that ever found | 2 |
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in vain you try | 2 |
most bravely shall obtain | 2 |
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the poets of the | 2 |
from his open jaw | 2 |
his horn up with | 2 |
have found out who | 2 |
aged warrior in a | 2 |
the moorish population from | 2 |
an old man walked | 2 |
gently from the stone | 2 |
springing to his feet | 2 |
lightly leaped he on | 2 |
plague these last six | 2 |
the bar we pass | 2 |
to thy lips i | 2 |
it was of yore | 2 |
the town in glee | 2 |
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of old parnassus from | 2 |
on either side the | 2 |
a kind of coughing | 2 |
upon its author the | 2 |
bearded tartars in the | 2 |
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in the country of | 2 |
tender care the trainbands | 2 |
even guess the name | 2 |
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ruggles of red gap | 2 |
the anguish of the | 2 |
these tangled ebon tresses | 2 |
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himself most bravely shall | 2 |
rude hand of mine | 2 |
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thou know my resting | 2 |
farmers none can i | 2 |
of a hand at | 2 |
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to ti en einai | 2 |
in dusky alleys straying | 2 |
that in a few | 2 |
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golly and the christian | 2 |
much longer i shall | 2 |
cankered iron fetters ate | 2 |
a tap at the | 2 |
and all her glorious | 2 |
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you are going to | 2 |
just at that moment | 2 |
meet him at the | 2 |
a lot of fuss | 2 |
doun upon the shore | 2 |
vision than your own | 2 |
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into silence fix thy | 2 |
the duke of st | 2 |
the irish home rule | 2 |
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much of a hand | 2 |
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the wife of the | 2 |
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the idea of a | 2 |
less than his cayenne | 2 |
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wine that cheers the | 2 |
in the old days | 2 |
you would not be | 2 |
in hall or by | 2 |
sherwood shaws pertain of | 2 |
the tangled brake they | 2 |
a grim haruspex raving | 2 |
page no time shall | 2 |
robbed the starving poor | 2 |
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we sat on the | 2 |
curled in many a | 2 |
killed thirty of the | 2 |
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on the pleasant side | 2 |
queen was sitting at | 2 |
afterwards went the round | 2 |
it was only a | 2 |
they turned them off | 2 |
some of that ham | 2 |
lightsomely dropped in thy | 2 |
with his gleaming bowie | 2 |
friend than for a | 2 |
conveyed by the following | 2 |
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the winds are rude | 2 |
fling the gates asunder | 2 |
like so much to | 2 |
the flowers are springing | 2 |
new york city in | 2 |
i feel a little | 2 |
heard the monster shriek | 2 |
fredegonde you scarce would | 2 |
risk of lowering your | 2 |
mock me in derision | 2 |
the bairns at hame | 2 |
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to the world his | 2 |
less against us both | 2 |
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they hadna sailed a | 2 |
a soldier good to | 2 |
those eyes so ghastly | 2 |