quadgram

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quadgram	frequency
by permission of the	50
permission of the author	42
b b b b	39
i want to be	23
a rendezvous with death	20
thy will be done	20
the guards came through	17
have a rendezvous with	17
i have a rendezvous	17
the scent of the	16
want to be a	15
stood with the dead	15
god defend the right	15
i stood with the	15
three shepherds out in	14
saw three shepherds out	14
the hearts of men	14
i saw three shepherds	14
a scrap of paper	14
the bitter winds blow	14
out in the snow	14
shepherds out in the	14
scent of the cocoa	14
the song of the	14
the end of the	13
do you remember the	13
out of the night	13
evening brings us home	12
the stars and stripes	12
of the great war	11
his war writings include	11
at the end of	11
the queen of sheba	11
i want to go	11
on our way to	11
from side to side	11
young fellow my lad	11
give us a name	10
the color sergeant said	10
of the british empire	10
pray that god defend	10
the trench that fritz	10
for ten thousand years	10
in the midst of	10
the battle of the	10
in front of the	10
trench that fritz built	10
and i know that	10
and the london times	10
that god defend the	10
for the first time	10
us a name to	10
have you forgotten yet	9
lad of my heart	9
they told me of	9
the heart of the	9
brings us home at	9
all we have and	9
the glory of the	9
of the author the	9
of the author and	9
never seen so many	9
a name like a	9
the beauty of the	9
seen so many dead	9
the cold north sea	9
for the sake of	9
we have and are	9
we willed it not	9
us home at last	9
so many dead before	9
i give you france	9
he wrote to his	9
and long the day	8
woman that he waits	8
chant of love for	8
the shadow of the	8
the girl i left	8
the fat men go	8
the top of the	8
the gospel of beauty	8
of love for england	8
the woman that he	8
of the human race	8
to play the game	8
men who march away	8
what has britain done	8
to the united states	8
god save the king	8
for now comes summer	8
girl i left behind	8
the edge of the	8
do you hear the	8
he tries the hearts	8
to the end of	8
where the fat men	8
long the day is	8
long and long the	8
i have heard the	8
the gallery where the	8
permission of london punch	8
tries the hearts of	8
told me of the	8
i left behind me	8
gallery where the fat	8
in the gallery where	7
from sea to sea	7
a chant of love	7
summit of winter hill	7
on the edge of	7
the king of yellow	7
a touch of the	7
wind in the world	7
she will not come	7
get the scent of	7
the second battle of	7
the corporal of the	7
that would not be	7
from over the sea	7
no man goeth alone	7
no english need apply	7
your son and my	7
from day to day	7
i said to myself	7
when the war is	7
a letter from the	7
the banks of the	7
a shower of rain	7
would not be broken	7
a song of the	7
for all we have	7
king of yellow butterflies	7
son and my son	7
the wind in the	7
the cross still stands	7
once get the scent	7
lay in the trench	7
want to go home	7
broncho that would not	7
the summit of winter	7
the spires of oxford	7
in the trench that	7
corporal of the guard	7
the flags of france	7
the face of the	7
and clank and whirr	7
when he tries the	7
night pray that god	7
who lay in the	7
a wind in the	7
you once get the	7
to the sound of	7
when you once get	7
in the face of	7
the rest of the	7
and play the game	7
second battle of ypres	7
to be a soldier	7
and the westminster gazette	7
troubles to the corporal	6
to any dead officer	6
in the heart of	6
repression of war experience	6
beauty of the world	6
beside thine arms to	6
the call of our	6
i heard a cricket	6
to be a doughboy	6
in the battle of	6
in the light of	6
comes summer with a	6
now comes summer with	6
people will always be	6
a blaze of lights	6
in an underground dressing	6
went down to the	6
you hear the call	6
me is yonder lane	6
will always be kind	6
o lord of our	6
bow to each other	6
the way of the	6
with an introduction by	6
part of me outfit	6
united states of america	6
on the banks of	6
hear the call of	6
books of the war	6
thou must hear the	6
i take off my	6
the heart of me	6
among a blaze of	6
you see in palestine	6
on the western front	6
god give us victory	6
the bells of belgium	6
we are going home	6
that we thought were	6
with a thousand birds	6
long way to tipperary	6
need a few more	6
what they used to	6
preaching the gospel of	6
in flanders fields in	6
and swear by the	6
down to the devil	6
is yonder lane where	6
reprinted by permission of	6
by special permission of	6
night on the convoy	6
follow a famous father	6
you have given me	6
did you see in	6
when there is peace	6
fight to a finish	6
the united states of	6
that killed the hun	6
i used to know	6
the road to jericho	6
much to me is	6
what did you see	6
not for the broken	6
as you and i	6
tell your troubles to	6
war writings include the	6
been a shower of	6
and other poems by	6
a few more optimists	6
how should i pay	6
drawing the big wood	6
your troubles to the	6
summer with a thousand	6
the light of the	6
by the internet archive	6
lord of our destiny	6
the wisdom of the	6
the musson book company	6
not much to me	6
call of our mother	6
for the broken bodies	6
for the glory of	6
the music of the	6
of me outfit every	6
the name of france	6
my hat to albert	6
to the corporal of	6
on the field of	6
hear the music of	6
we need a few	6
extract from speech of	6
take off my hat	6
the red cross nurses	6
off my hat to	6
to me is yonder	6
me outfit every time	6
women at the corners	5
will follow the flag	5
the men at the	5
we rode at night	5
the women at the	5
o broncho that would	5
the gates of death	5
you can hear the	5
the glory of age	5
and when the war	5
the wrist watch man	5
of the world to	5
wrote to his mother	5
and other poems the	5
what has england done	5
that make a soldier	5
the author extract from	5
like to be the	5
sweeter for the eater	5
the waters of the	5
a day and a	5
love to be a	5
the faith and fire	5
of the world is	5
moonshine in my head	5
blace in de sun	5
of the tiger tree	5
men at the front	5
we must be free	5
and i said to	5
the wind of death	5
in the depths of	5
what it feels like	5
the reaper reaped without	5
going to the war	5
he will not come	5
now and then a	5
walter de la mare	5
let us prove we	5
to a soldier in	5
to the tune of	5
all the world to	5
the men of the	5
the island of skyros	5
we will follow the	5
at the same time	5
at break of day	5
a bit of the	5
was there love once	5
the heart of man	5
voice cruel and flat	5
in honor of the	5
they bow to each	5
captain charles hamilton sorley	5
the ends of the	5
in time of war	5
the history of the	5
and listen to the	5
king solomon he had	5
and fire within us	5
the challenge of the	5
like to be drowned	5
the freedom of the	5
said the chinese nightingale	5
the glory of a	5
reaper reaped without ceasing	5
man who keeps his	5
poppies in the corn	5
the author and the	5
the work of the	5
say that he was	5
i saw my fellows	5
a private in the	5
feels like to be	5
i have forgotten her	5
permission of the publishers	5
mine are sweeter for	5
the whole of the	5
wind of black night	5
the swish of the	5
rendezvous with death at	5
the battery grides and	5
to fight it out	5
the life of a	5
liberty enlightening the world	5
the next of kin	5
that have no doubts	5
ends of the earth	5
the wife of flanders	5
faith and fire within	5
are sweeter for the	5
be broken of dancing	5
that we might live	5
wonder what it feels	5
gun that killed the	5
battery grides and jingles	5
hiking in the philippines	5
a long way to	5
the glory of ships	5
and then there were	5
for old john brown	5
and the scent of	5
who keeps his head	5
i am proud of	5
in the cause of	5
while preaching the gospel	5
of the author extract	5
and all the rest	5
when the war will	5
it feels like to	5
a bit of a	5
and i tell them	5
hills and vales along	5
i know that the	5
italicized words or phrases	5
and some of them	5
the man who keeps	5
but on you charge	5
in spite of the	5
by the late lieutenant	5
the hills and vales	5
heard a cricket carolling	5
he had four hundred	5
day and a night	5
solomon he had four	5
to be a man	5
the mothers of the	5
i follow a famous	5
adventures while preaching the	5
of the men who	5
in the trench with	5
that i would be	5
the morning of the	5
i wonder what it	5
in the days of	5
in memory of the	5
the call of the	5
to belgium in exile	5
dulce et decorum est	5
a soldier in hospital	5
the gun that killed	5
the thunder of the	5
in the morning light	5
not be broken of	5
the voice of the	5
and the blood of	4
it was just the	4
at the corners stand	4
a song of hate	4
it is the hour	4
in the united states	4
he went down to	4
for a chance to	4
in peace and war	4
we thank thee for	4
tale of the tiger	4
when all is done	4
the world is black	4
i wish i had	4
a few of the	4
all the hills and	4
in all the world	4
mean to fight it	4
just the same as	4
and nobody knew where	4
i think of the	4
of the man who	4
duty to the men	4
the war will be	4
the beach road by	4
the soldiers of the	4
and reels of thread	4
beach road by the	4
on christmas day in	4
general william booth enters	4
how was it then	4
marching on the rhine	4
to take the place	4
the wind and the	4
old men and the	4
world have peace again	4
coming into your mind	4
him in the morning	4
wind in the chimney	4
place in the sun	4
wonderful country of mine	4
he has dared to	4
swish of the sabre	4
nothing else to do	4
knots of tape and	4
heard the bells of	4
them in the hay	4
the last of the	4
take the place of	4
from speech of rt	4
in the sky the	4
the sake of simon	4
the sound of a	4
abraham lincoln walks at	4
the flag which stands	4
it comes out of	4
him back to her	4
what is the price	4
freedom may be still	4
what of the fight	4
the flag that flies	4
in the truce of	4
stands for freedom may	4
the burden of your	4
that he was christ	4
that leads the way	4
when the world is	4
face to face with	4
essay in character by	4
all his wilfulness for	4
and out of the	4
is a hill in	4
fought in france and	4
the music of his	4
see the morning light	4
and in your eyes	4
day in the morning	4
if i should die	4
men who fight and	4
us guts to play	4
for the most part	4
a road sketch for	4
i tell them of	4
to share in the	4
at the outbreak of	4
and goes into the	4
only shall the world	4
road sketch for his	4
up and down the	4
that mean to fight	4
i heard the bells	4
the gallant road to	4
i see the morning	4
child of the maid	4
the sort of man	4
but not a word	4
the meaning of the	4
gallant road to run	4
be the sort of	4
it is good to	4
of the night i	4
the sound of the	4
meet a mother there	4
of tape and reels	4
the thick of the	4
it was the road	4
author and the musson	4
in the splendour of	4
each one of us	4
and god defend the	4
our way to europe	4
told me you were	4
and man in all	4
there are many to	4
take the road again	4
with smiling lips and	4
on the long patrol	4
he will not speak	4
to hold the line	4
would be a tree	4
when the guns begin	4
comes out of the	4
love and beauty wander	4
kicking up the sand	4
soul of sergeant todd	4
two hundred years after	4
name to fill the	4
the time i was	4
red poppies in the	4
be still uplifted high	4
it may be that	4
there was a sound	4
of the slain in	4
where kilmeny had been	4
it may be he	4
art of the moving	4
his wilfulness for woe	4
on the world to	4
had a letter from	4
the need to love	4
of the old men	4
i love to think	4
is the price of	4
and in the morning	4
owen seaman reprinted by	4
yellow moon doth shine	4
think there was a	4
if ye break faith	4
the departure of proserpine	4
the midmost field in	4
fight to which you	4
to the men who	4
as tired as they	4
a few brave drops	4
us prove we are	4
the greatness of the	4
sketch for his captain	4
power above the state	4
the jolly yellow moon	4
in all his wilfulness	4
now heaven be thanked	4
the king and queen	4
in the glory of	4
one bough of clear	4
may be still uplifted	4
grief yet is mine	4
it was great to	4
world is black with	4
to conquer or to	4
a flare went up	4
spirit of the troops	4
all the wisdom of	4
the war broke out	4
the canadian army corps	4
which stands for freedom	4
even as you and	4
god give us guts	4
who fight and die	4
i say that he	4
no good trying to	4
things that he has	4
russia new and free	4
battle of the somme	4
from in the battle	4
was the road to	4
flanders fields in flanders	4
the night and the	4
the folks at home	4
wake and take your	4
the end of time	4
when out of the	4
and that is why	4
we are in england	4
the empire yet may	4
a little bit of	4
take your load again	4
spring came on forever	4
to win the war	4
fire within us men	4
the spirits of the	4
in a world of	4
the ego of the	4
words or phrases are	4
the head of the	4
sir owen seaman reprinted	4
by the same author	4
then he takes a	4
for the last time	4
clear promise across the	4
to the memory of	4
i must needs despair	4
the fife and drum	4
there is a hill	4
of blood and tears	4
give us guts to	4
the sea is his	4
the thing to do	4
we lift our hearts	4
ego of the human	4
been left for dead	4
should i pay you	4
a name to fill	4
be coming into your	4
when they told me	4
sake of simon peter	4
show the flag and	4
in strength lift up	4
under the heel of	4
and beauty wander away	4
in the swamp and	4
the child of the	4
and all the time	4
the rights of man	4
to be the sort	4
it is better to	4
come and get your	4
fields in flanders fields	4
the world have peace	4
the tale of the	4
lift up your hand	4
in a little while	4
we lads who barter	4
letter from the front	4
letter from the boy	4
to see it through	4
seaman reprinted by permission	4
nobody knew where kilmeny	4
introduction by william archer	4
christmas day in the	4
we shall not sleep	4
sir arthur conan doyle	4
to fill the mind	4
from the ends of	4
a soldier of the	4
and take your load	4
the end of all	4
he held her hand	4
let samson be coming	4
of battle on the	4
in witness of the	4
william booth enters into	4
is just the same	4
and the stench of	4
the same as you	4
of the moving picture	4
and the musson book	4
shoulder to shoulder with	4
our hearts for you	4
promise across the moon	4
empire yet may live	4
was it for this	4
was there grief once	4
the green of the	4
a voice cruel and	4
hide them in the	4
the lives of the	4
turned to the wall	4
in the battle silences	4
how the guards came	4
the soul of sergeant	4
the fury of the	4
to the music of	4
in the world to	4
follow the fife and	4
that are to be	4
he was the son	4
to which you go	4
man in all his	4
standing in the street	4
special permission of london	4
at close of day	4
guts to play the	4
out into the night	4
tape and reels of	4
for the men at	4
the lure of the	4
the road to dieppe	4
me you were dead	4
the silence and the	4
the whine of the	4
for you and me	4
patriotic duty to the	4
me only shall the	4
is in my heart	4
men of the furrow	4
i shall be splendidly	4
he showed her the	4
in flanders fields the	4
splendidly and tensely young	4
samson be coming into	4
the way to do	4
is a song of	4
return of the heroes	4
available by the internet	4
of clear promise across	4
knew where kilmeny had	4
for freedom may be	4
either fight or pay	4
a good deal of	4
a lieutenant in the	4
strength lift up your	4
war will be over	4
had i a golden	4
shall the world have	4
the world has ever	4
jolly yellow moon doth	4
you that mean to	4
poems by alan seeger	4
lads who barter rhymes	4
i a golden pound	4
i wish you could	4
and every kind of	4
lincoln walks at midnight	4
by permission of london	4
midmost field in kent	4
it then with england	4
a bullet in his	4
will look for her	4
to share the fun	4
the war is done	4
let us fill the	4
and hide them in	4
booth enters into heaven	4
saw my fellows in	4
lieutenant in the royal	4
when love and beauty	4
as though it were	4
the men who fight	4
if thou hadst not	4
oh wonderful country of	4
great fight to which	4
as the stars that	4
the art of the	4
three hours ago he	4
girl he left behind	4
the war is over	4
a wreath of flowers	4
i wish i could	4
that the empire yet	4
things as they are	4
us men who march	4
mile succeeds to mile	4
where the sacred flame	4
this great fight to	4
it is a great	4
shall be splendidly and	4
to fight in france	4
is said to have	4
be splendidly and tensely	4
at the edge of	4
through me only shall	4
a star in the	4
rattle and clank and	4
her mouth like a	4
to the south lands	4
in this great fight	4
his cross still stands	4
bough of clear promise	4
was it then with	4
the music of a	4
where are the men	4
to a mountain battery	4
know ven dey get	4
the rim of the	4
though it were a	4
the glory of her	4
within us men who	4
the prince of ormuz	4
it seems to me	4
in a wood of	4
the price of that	4
the old men and	4
it seems but yesterday	4
all along the line	4
make a soldier great	4
who went out to	4
what do you say	4
this is the thing	4
made available by the	4
generously made available by	4
i standing in the	4
i cannot quite remember	4
reprinted by special permission	4
flag which stands for	4
they told me you	4
arms and the man	4
our graves will be	4
they go to the	4
come out of the	4
i can see the	4
road by the wood	4
the years to be	4
the outbreak of the	4
when east is west	4
the old commandments stand	4
for me and you	4
i am tired of	4
as we go marching	4
that the flag which	4
down tottenham court road	4
and going to the	4
the men at home	4
in thine own soul	4
marvelling that any came	3
faces to the sky	3
past is just the	3
the menacing scarred slope	3
the meeting of the	3
masks of the lads	3
you have lost your	3
loved are in his	3
stain a gallant past	3
the old grey mare	3
twilight stares along the	3
and prisoned men who	3
and then hear the	3
one spoke of him	3
rank smell that brought	3
i watched one daring	3
the road that runs	3
but in that golgotha	3
with due regard for	3
brings back blue days	3
in the starlit silence	3
wounded in the back	3
we can say the	3
he sank and drowned	3
and forget and be	3
clutching at his knees	3
in those two dark	3
mortals see the sky	3
moving through the skies	3
filtered down a shafted	3
mind with the shining	3
start the damned attack	3
sang everyone suddenly burst	3
and a swifter flood	3
glory of women you	3
one dare not tell	3
this is the way	3
at shells and talked	3
i saw the tired	3
buy my nice fresh	3
to go home to	3
welter of the pit	3
and bold and bright	3
conquer or to fall	3
brambled fences where he	3
the ballad of langemarck	3
character by sir andrew	3
done in under the	3
the faith for which	3
my slow heart said	3
the press that leads	3
bolt across the rhine	3
horror in his hair	3
drive them out to	3
all for the vaterland	3
battle on the ridge	3
off at the knee	3
in by everlasting night	3
for you on those	3
the old horse lifts	3
water till they know	3
bullied till i went	3
things that make a	3
heart was with the	3
caught the feeling of	3
watch the perilous way	3
can me or my	3
candles in the barn	3
flowers in the garden	3
parable of the old	3
that speaks of the	3
by the seal to	3
eyes your face shows	3
the shapeless gloom shudders	3
traffic checked awhile at	3
and spun him sideways	3
prying torch with patching	3
to the long spinney	3
the darkness to the	3
how vainly i have	3
so forsaken and still	3
no foeman in the	3
with joy to spare	3
wall of mist along	3
i know that he	3
hour of din before	3
storms of death and	3
done and youth stone	3
a voice that grieves	3
the soldiers he smiled	3
of death and find	3
suddenly burst out singing	3
convulsed and jagged and	3
metal in windy belfries	3
clink of shovels deepening	3
and horror drifted away	3
corner where old foxes	3
you shall not know	3
to you from failing	3
swoon into a bed	3
they can hear old	3
and lead me into	3
clerk who half his	3
the clumsy ghosts stride	3
and the chap in	3
a lonely note of	3
with a hopeless rain	3
they waited for the	3
before the push began	3
swings his thong with	3
who have suffered and	3
their desolation in the	3
to the flat rich	3
stair to the dazed	3
with the rank of	3
and one arm bent	3
but at last the	3
safely home and die	3
are they not still	3
yisterday i gits insured	3
felt no pity while	3
the chalk pit wood	3
author of this book	3
with rifle and pack	3
am writing a little	3
and the guards came	3
comes round again this	3
lad that i loved	3
would that i knew	3
the best of the	3
to you with your	3
patrolling in the dark	3
sucked in by everlasting	3
blunder through the splashing	3
that name with wrong	3
they toil with stealthy	3
us who die we	3
thomas of the light	3
from bideford and ruddy	3
that is always mine	3
crashing woodland chorus pass	3
old soldiers never die	3
and breath to breath	3
or stab or cut	3
out with nasty sins	3
you remember the stretcher	3
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