trigram

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trigram	frequency
by the rev	20
my native land	18
the early irish	14
dafydd ap gwilym	14
the king of	13
of all the	12
the other side	12
of the welsh	12
the song of	11
from out the	11
from the early	10
the poetry of	10
dig a grave	10
and dig a	10
go and dig	10
that i might	9
let there be	9
a grave for	9
grave for me	9
by dafydd ap	9
one of the	9
the land of	8
ask what thou	8
some of the	8
what thou wilt	8
a thousand times	8
song of the	8
the voice of	8
to see the	7
there be joy	7
was born in	7
there is a	7
in my native	7
when comes my	7
was born at	7
not a word	7
and many a	7
on the mountain	7
the battle of	7
translated by the	7
out of the	7
to the skies	6
the heart of	6
the hall of	6
and all the	6
of the air	6
author of the	6
of the mountain	6
power of the	6
remember the poor	6
through the night	6
the day of	6
he died at	6
earth and sea	6
the son of	6
he and his	6
the lord of	6
steed of dapple	5
the power of	5
all through the	5
of the principality	5
the tide flows	5
had a child	5
of dapple grey	5
with all its	5
dafydd ab gwilym	5
to meet him	5
we had a	5
hall of cynddylan	5
land of the	5
of the world	5
the spirit of	5
the age of	5
the sound of	5
in vain to	5
of the mighty	5
as far as	5
when all the	5
says not a	5
upon thy sandy	5
the buffalo horn	5
the banks of	5
these are the	5
of the great	5
there is no	5
heaven and earth	5
to and fro	5
sons and daughters	5
in the sky	5
the death of	5
son of god	5
the grave of	5
of this collection	5
he is a	5
part of this	5
of cynddylan is	4
the flowers of	4
you know what	4
king of heaven	4
and is that	4
the peace of	4
he was a	4
to the grave	4
over munster fall	4
lilies of the	4
in the night	4
and died in	4
his wig wid	4
what my heart	4
from the lord	4
wine of nature	4
know what my	4
munster fall and	4
in the buffalo	4
joy to the	4
wild wine of	4
climb the hillside	4
in the morning	4
in the year	4
the memory of	4
hymn to the	4
ballad of the	4
fall and lie	4
high over munster	4
in the air	4
went forth to	4
all the world	4
was born near	4
the court of	4
air of the	4
the sun and	4
the wings of	4
to all who	4
where are the	4
as they are	4
the sixth century	4
that shall ever	4
to the king	4
sower went forth	4
the great white	4
under the title	4
come to the	4
the lord on	4
lord of clas	4
the sight of	4
to have been	4
of the wind	4
my soul with	4
a sower went	4
on his way	4
of the lord	4
is the vale	4
lord on high	4
songs of wales	4
of the early	4
from which he	4
and his wig	4
up with the	4
than all the	4
a health to	4
in the parish	4
is not dead	4
forth to sow	4
cots of cymru	4
of his native	4
the welsh language	4
thou wilt not	4
and all their	4
the strength of	4
the world and	4
the title of	4
a day of	4
banks of the	4
when it will	4
they are sweet	4
blessing from the	4
from the land	4
health to you	4
on the hill	4
of the happy	4
is that the	4
she is a	4
christ in each	4
the sun is	4
he says not	4
ode to the	4
spring is not	4
the love of	4
and in the	4
the author of	4
my heart with	4
in the welsh	4
wig wid the	4
day by day	4
of the old	4
poetry of wales	4
wid the curls	4
isle of the	4
king of kings	4
shall he not	4
of his poems	4
days of yore	4
in the tomb	4
on high over	4
the brow of	4
far from the	4
the lilies of	4
to be found	3
in the grave	3
and my dead	3
up to heaven	3
it may be	3
is the night	3
jones was born	3
comes my gwen	3
lays of monk	3
of monk and	3
aim not too	3
and in her	3
home and my	3
from the king	3
all that i	3
all that is	3
works were published	3
at last his	3
is full of	3
died on the	3
the works of	3
at the foot	3
are the mighty	3
at my side	3
where is the	3
the literature of	3
in days of	3
of the cymry	3
one in the	3
the bard president	3
fowls of the	3
of the woods	3
as well as	3
is better far	3
of my heart	3
consider the lilies	3
the steed of	3
while all around	3
in this volume	3
ora pro nobis	3
part of the	3
strong right hand	3
the mighty dead	3
tide flows and	3
the sun in	3
in the wood	3
about the year	3
tribute to moling	3
the cottages of	3
and his poems	3
the wind and	3
not so the	3
yet in the	3
why should we	3
dead and gone	3
a good wife	3
portion of the	3
prince of wales	3
the rose of	3
half of the	3
the house of	3
each of us	3
it is to	3
the glory of	3
the mighty fallen	3
let us be	3
the fowls of	3
forget not the	3
to the memory	3
sun and the	3
to hear the	3
cottages of cymru	3
rich and rare	3
a prayer to	3
in front of	3
and a vision	3
the poems of	3
in this new	3
can it be	3
cottages of wales	3
upon the waters	3
all the earth	3
a christmas carol	3
at the last	3
born in the	3
of his works	3
i see the	3
great white throne	3
of the innocents	3
in the sun	3
of all nations	3
of the irish	3
the echo of	3
the will of	3
spirit of the	3
not hard to	3
like the heavens	3
the metres of	3
like the sun	3
ode on the	3
slaughter of the	3
destruction of jerusalem	3
of the human	3
first shall rest	3
the blue horn	3
thou hast been	3
and the sea	3
far a thousand	3
the welsh bards	3
while the lily	3
behind the veil	3
metres of the	3
to a welsh	3
come gentle spring	3
from wood and	3
the ancient welsh	3
my gallant galloway	3
of the day	3
on the other	3
it is ill	3
look at the	3
the depths of	3
is on the	3
of the devil	3
he has come	3
to tara to	3
the birds of	3
the blood of	3
the soul of	3
that from the	3
lament at the	3
that i were	3
on his brow	3
make a city	3
of the field	3
the parish of	3
of the most	3
the breath of	3
his way to	3
thousand times more	3
my heart is	3
the following poem	3
from my sight	3
to be my	3
he was also	3
i were like	3
flows and flows	3
the foot of	3
of the deep	3
of the valley	3
an old irish	3
a man of	3
thou dost not	3
at the slaughter	3
there was a	3
gwyn ab nudd	3
to the boat	3
on my way	3
my home and	3
the attention of	3
by the poet	3
the hour when	3
of doubt and	3
in view of	3
has come back	3
old bachelor of	3
of the skies	3
ieuan glan geirionydd	3
of the hour	3
the might of	3
that the little	3
died the maiden	3
the poets of	3
pole to pole	3
the slaughter of	3
in spite of	3
with many a	3
of the beautiful	3
soon will be	3
were like the	3
mead in the	3
god in heaven	3
the destruction of	3
gallant walter sele	3
hard to tell	3
of the hill	3
still the same	3
through all the	3
to be a	3
i was a	3
let all the	3
that the welsh	3
the keening of	3
who is this	3
if thou wouldst	3
on the hills	3
the eyes of	3
and i am	3
the wind that	3
vision of the	3
an ode to	3
who first shall	3
the nineteenth century	3
and the young	3
the poet and	3
the isle of	3
to break the	3
of the sky	3
the harp of	3
through and through	3
first published in	3
how are the	3
bardic name of	3
i love thy	3
from pole to	3
of the white	3
and the flood	3
should we weep	3
oh that i	3
him from the	3
who in the	3
is but a	3
the night of	3
who in this	3
and like the	3
keening of mary	3
it has been	3
of welsh poetry	3
which he was	3
my soul is	3
the old bachelor	3
for the dead	3
in the blue	3
me to the	3
the english reader	3
the human heart	3
not too high	3
heart of the	3
the realms of	3
the chief of	3
full many a	3
view of death	3
in the heart	3
as of yore	3
the dawning of	3
o sweetheart mine	3
sinks the sun	3
of my soul	3
of the nineteenth	3
the hills and	3
in the skies	3
and in its	3
with all their	3
all the air	3
the irish saints	3
a word of	3
counsel in view	3
monk and hermit	3
of them all	3
the fields of	3
after ceiriog to	3
the little son	3
wings of the	3
of the fair	3
more or less	3
all in vain	3
to the months	3
sad died the	3
the sons of	3
a native of	3
i mourn for	3
king of the	3
the life of	3
mourn for rhun	3
of the dee	3
stately queen that	3
battle of cattraeth	3
if thou dost	3
him to the	3
the coming of	3
to cross the	3
the light breeze	3
the heaven of	3
a welsh air	3
the vision and	3
this class of	3
the ninth century	3
thy heart to	3
only one to	2
tarry thou the	2
for the most	2
on to the	2
of the sun	2
in all your	2
blessing on the	2
in part because	2
time flowers that	2
irish poems the	2
or north wales	2
the good and	2
which he has	2
on thy face	2
the hour of	2
the lovely maid	2
of the verse	2
is the spirit	2
of the order	2
we too must	2
the broken heart	2
a house of	2
and faithful servants	2
the children of	2
men and women	2
all the young	2
years gone by	2
i yet may	2
on many a	2
and llywarch hen	2
in the green	2
at every hour	2
echoes faint of	2
houses of the	2
here how many	2
the bond of	2
the waste of	2
he will not	2
i am left	2
invocations and reflections	2
oneness of the	2
the path to	2
from the world	2
the prince of	2
if she had	2
roof of the	2
in search of	2
in its grave	2
in the bond	2
foot to foot	2
when the sun	2
of this may	2
well we know	2
there comes no	2
ever in the	2
have found him	2
nature now is	2
hermit the scribe	2
son of a	2
in silence the	2
to the archangel	2
is ill to	2
from the river	2
kings who came	2
flightiness of thought	2
and i have	2
in the threeness	2
on thy way	2
especially to the	2
of the bardic	2
from my native	2
thy fair face	2
of my native	2
the beautiful isle	2
his love for	2
all the hills	2
sons of the	2
of the ancient	2
the glimmering of	2
how sweet the	2
of her black	2
i love thee	2
my soul shall	2
and new testament	2
in cloneagh he	2
christ with me	2
o thou of	2
the curls so	2
translations from irish	2
her chieftains proud	2
like a vapour	2
the mountain crest	2
where are they	2
fair and fragrant	2
of a sick	2
thy sandy shore	2
thou shalt be	2
is dead and	2
song of crede	2
cause of the	2
he was educated	2
in the th	2
which the following	2
in the case	2
the step of	2
greeting to ireland	2
shall live the	2
and was buried	2
he shall have	2
being a speeder	2
a heart full	2
with the blood	2
to all his	2
of my home	2
the vicar pritchard	2
to mine ear	2
one of his	2
from the last	2
is this the	2
the last cywydd	2
of honour in	2
a storm is	2
truth and goodness	2
search of the	2
to the plough	2
to the world	2
as thou hast	2
with the anchor	2
her steed of	2
was not only	2
far from my	2
strong in the	2
with words of	2
love of a	2
full of fruit	2
the dust of	2
those we love	2
forth to meet	2
peace and plenty	2
who are these	2
and the cream	2
welsh lyrics of	2
and all my	2
welsh and saxons	2
i know well	2
and survey the	2
the lays of	2
than all these	2
arm go forth	2
in his works	2
the traitors of	2
round for the	2
i hear the	2
and now her	2
the flowers with	2
the urn of	2
the cause of	2
the sounding strings	2
to all my	2
god of the	2
is the sun	2
would end my	2
of his fathers	2
we see the	2
of the bard	2
of the grail	2
pale with care	2
music battle hymn	2
in every nation	2
racing due south	2
to god in	2
the tenth century	2
the days that	2
sun and moon	2
and the light	2
where he died	2
his kind and	2
bread upon the	2
my bright love	2
i know not	2
and where thou	2
of the house	2
and has been	2
on the throne	2
of a gathering	2
south and north	2
the great high	2
with songs of	2
are distinguished by	2
much of this	2
from the heart	2
the infancy of	2
to the virgin	2
the scotch gaelic	2
for the harbour	2
fields that were	2
of heaven and	2
within my breast	2
lark in the	2
translation of the	2
within this glass	2
of the stairs	2
in the eisteddfodau	2
and he devoted	2
vision and the	2
of the grove	2
a vale of	2
to stand on	2
personal and various	2
the feast with	2
i have been	2
be owing to	2
sitting in the	2
reign of love	2
from far and	2
lone on the	2
blade and ear	2
the hills which	2
welsh poems the	2
the glories of	2
and all thy	2
by the bedside	2
this lady was	2
on high in	2
shall bless thee	2
to set us	2
am i to	2
on the tide	2
his cry of	2
who was there	2
the hymn of	2
there rides the	2
on my journey	2
till before his	2
the white stone	2
to the summer	2
with eyes of	2
rule with the	2
the sea of	2
poems the isle	2
who came to	2
then must i	2
fairer to me	2
i gave thee	2
the good physician	2
there be no	2
to greet him	2
before the great	2
death is the	2
between the welsh	2
so far from	2
that thou shouldst	2
of the name	2
of the righteous	2
blessing on her	2
they met the	2
an ode on	2
for our sakes	2
of the night	2
writes of him	2
music and song	2
confession of the	2
my heart to	2
the mantle of	2
saul and jonathan	2
davies was born	2
showed signs of	2
singing in the	2
good deal of	2
i left my	2
on thy breast	2
god on high	2
like the deep	2
arrows that murder	2
way of pleading	2
a celtic psaltery	2
edition of his	2
the worst for	2
age of years	2
the shepherd of	2
of the foremost	2
in the houses	2
of gold the	2
or tear or	2
he took his	2
far from home	2
far than all	2
all your pride	2
the celtic race	2
many a day	2
church or chapel	2
the almighty power	2
the bard was	2
up from the	2
go forth again	2
in our ears	2
the primrose pale	2
sweeter far a	2
hand was strung	2
hark to the	2
who rules the	2
thy name is	2
contained in the	2
was spilt from	2
in the midst	2
the fall of	2
have been a	2
william thomas was	2
bardic name was	2
by his bardic	2
shaving of murdoch	2
on an irish	2
dwell in this	2
one with a	2
side of the	2
foot of the	2
the poor when	2
the air with	2
lays of the	2
and his white	2
of john owen	2
and sing their	2
to the lord	2
be not too	2
and my whole	2
of the literature	2
her eyes like	2
of my childhood	2
galahad and a	2
the song which	2
the mountain and	2
a form of	2
the fiery furnace	2
wales is free	2
on my heart	2
from eastern skies	2
on the brow	2
festivals a christmas	2
o michael of	2
memory of john	2
the case of	2
carol of the	2
to me and	2
they are not	2
i hear him	2
her in the	2
the sick minister	2
is the world	2
what is the	2
hills and dales	2
it must be	2
the genius of	2
my path to	2
sentimental and religious	2
but one to	2
scotch gaelic bard	2
heart full of	2
this collection will	2
see the sun	2
roll of honour	2
on the flightiness	2
minister of the	2
he rushes to	2
the valley and	2
who in their	2
on sion glyn	2
after the herring	2
from the flower	2
residence in the	2
the archangel michael	2
the welsh fishermen	2
on the rock	2
far as the	2
through paths of	2
and a spanker	2
the snare by	2
they have found	2
upon thy mountains	2
were published under	2
his bardic name	2
sun in heaven	2
rides the stately	2
of all my	2
a fewness of	2
upon my path	2
to send him	2
your harps aloud	2
of his death	2
this was the	2
of the trinity	2
of wales is	2
so shall we	2
spilt from death	2
seems to have	2
for i have	2
low on the	2
as in the	2
blodeuwedd and hywel	2
he not his	2
set us free	2
the face of	2
to me the	2
to the court	2
me and mine	2
loosen the snare	2
me within the	2
better far than	2
by land and	2
christmas carol of	2
the welsh of	2
the glorious sun	2
the following translation	2
and across the	2
as he rushes	2
now in the	2
where he spent	2
shall loosen the	2
insight into the	2
on her steed	2
your heavenly father	2
after eifion win	2
ready for the	2
my feet from	2
communion with the	2
my gentle child	2
you know the	2
the countless daisies	2
let the gospel	2
natural is mead	2
blood of the	2
the light of	2
that for me	2
glory of the	2
face of the	2
i may live	2
that sweet song	2
all shall meet	2
word of the	2
sweet and strong	2
the flow of	2
bard to be	2
may be owing	2
and the mead	2
battle of gwenystrad	2
and complexion clarety	2
after dafydd ab	2
of other days	2
pure queen of	2
a sick child	2
matin song of	2
the fire of	2
like a giant	2
the welsh and	2
not for the	2
a good deal	2
thy presence to	2
works of god	2
in thine eyes	2
sweeter than the	2
the virgin knight	2
a great battle	2
of the grave	2
carbery o cormac	2
in peace and	2
lovely to see	2
the enchanted valley	2
his successes at	2
many a tear	2
blood was spilt	2
as if they	2
by the lake	2
for a roll	2
god most high	2
came from the	2
the lark in	2
to meet thy	2
and the future	2
the radiance of	2
hosts of angels	2
if to the	2
the morning star	2
deep in the	2
first half of	2
land of my	2
hillside in the	2
known by his	2
poetry is most	2
lamentations the song	2
that in the	2
sea to all	2
contemporary of aneurin	2
are bright and	2
the tears she	2
bard shall sing	2
the last judgment	2
the crown of	2
to view the	2
the foe to	2
son of the	2
prince to battle	2
new year thoughts	2
mine from the	2
tears she would	2
coming of sir	2
let him sing	2
native of the	2
the early and	2
to the blessed	2
his white cat	2
world of ours	2
as a poet	2
in the principality	2
every hillock and	2
is inherent in	2
once more her	2
and where are	2
marshal earl kitchener	2
which the harp	2
of death and	2
i should be	2
home of the	2
accompanied his prince	2
the wisdom of	2
he was ordained	2
around him he	2
thy name to	2
is borne along	2
the girl of	2
blessing full of	2
eye of day	2
the book is	2
to the song	2
and hermit the	2
of the leading	2
at an early	2
ceiriog to this	2
of these poems	2
his right hand	2
to think of	2
in a trice	2
the haunts of	2
the fact that	2
with sorrow and	2
fill high the	2
lay by the	2
and back to	2
the saplings of	2
published by messrs	2
irish saints st	2
ruins of a	2
king guare of	2
was a native	2
to the land	2
to rouse the	2
the throne of	2
mystery of the	2
published under the	2
he was born	2
says the light	2
fell beneath the	2
of the celtic	2
little fairy prince	2
of the waters	2
on their bosoms	2
to him who	2
of beauty in	2
though i was	2
christmas communion hymn	2
fogs of heaven	2
where death is	2
on my path	2
pastures green and	2
for all his	2
the domestic bard	2
it is but	2
the leading welsh	2
to the fields	2
why art thou	2
to sow the	2
from off my	2
sir samuel ferguson	2
the use of	2
on the lips	2
are the arrows	2
old doctor mack	2
bride of may	2
an intercessional answered	2
long and long	2
not in our	2
the arrows that	2
a glance at	2
be still and	2
wind and rain	2
crown of snow	2
and make others	2
through confession of	2
as fair and	2
us when we	2
how many a	2
the faculty divine	2
the dew of	2
from the breast	2
convey to the	2
dapple grey there	2
it was a	2
breastplate of st	2
to meet this	2
woe for her	2
elegy on sion	2
running golden sands	2
monarchy of britain	2
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wife and child	2
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eye and complexion	2
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thou the leisure	2
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him who rules	2
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the living god	2
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cormac mac art	2
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that i am	2
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king of britain	2
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me soon to	2
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poems the odes	2
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of dafydd ap	2
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glass running golden	2
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that mystery of	2
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shepherd of cwmdyli	2
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my love will	2
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native of cardiganshire	2
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daughter of guare	2
of the mysteries	2
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hill and dale	2
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love towards thee	2
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my life i	2
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poetry upon the	2
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seithenyn ap seithyn	2
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of the sea	2
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old irish poem	2
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