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quadgram | frequency |
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on the death of | 225 |
in the midst of | 172 |
the heart of the | 136 |
the song of the | 122 |
at the end of | 120 |
the voice of the | 119 |
it seems to me | 115 |
the light of the | 110 |
the land of the | 109 |
up and down the | 107 |
the end of the | 107 |
from the edition of | 105 |
one of the most | 105 |
for the sake of | 103 |
the face of the | 102 |
i do not know | 97 |
the shadow of the | 91 |
text from the edition | 86 |
in the heart of | 83 |
of the united states | 82 |
the music of the | 80 |
by the side of | 80 |
in the light of | 79 |
to the memory of | 79 |
is one of the | 78 |
the glory of the | 77 |
in the name of | 73 |
at the same time | 72 |
the death of the | 68 |
in the days of | 68 |
at the close of | 67 |
the sound of the | 67 |
specimens of american poetry | 67 |
from day to day | 65 |
in the shade of | 65 |
in the land of | 64 |
the spirit of the | 63 |
first published in the | 63 |
the side of the | 63 |
vision of sir launfal | 62 |
the edge of the | 61 |
the head of the | 61 |
in the edition of | 61 |
the beauty of the | 61 |
the shade of the | 61 |
the vision of sir | 60 |
i know not what | 60 |
for the first time | 60 |
the top of the | 60 |
the midst of the | 58 |
the blood of the | 58 |
the wind and the | 58 |
the name of the | 58 |
the heart of a | 56 |
the breath of the | 56 |
in the united states | 55 |
the soul of the | 55 |
and out of the | 55 |
the death of a | 54 |
on the other side | 54 |
at the head of | 54 |
from shore to shore | 52 |
in the face of | 52 |
it might have been | 52 |
was one of the | 51 |
caught on the fly | 51 |
from year to year | 50 |
in the shadow of | 50 |
on the th of | 49 |
a member of the | 49 |
at the foot of | 48 |
the rest of the | 48 |
when i was young | 47 |
it may be that | 47 |
at the feet of | 46 |
the eyes of the | 46 |
to the land of | 45 |
a part of the | 45 |
as if it were | 45 |
from the land of | 45 |
the depths of the | 45 |
from time to time | 45 |
the hearts of men | 44 |
it is not the | 44 |
the sound of a | 44 |
the sign of the | 44 |
the breast of the | 44 |
at break of day | 44 |
the wings of the | 43 |
the hills of habersham | 43 |
the day is done | 43 |
at the age of | 43 |
i know not how | 43 |
the coming of the | 43 |
of life and death | 42 |
the valleys of hall | 42 |
on the other hand | 42 |
the home of the | 42 |
the leaves of the | 42 |
the banks of the | 41 |
when i was a | 41 |
the hearts of the | 41 |
the memory of the | 41 |
in the presence of | 40 |
the life of the | 40 |
i did not know | 40 |
the children of the | 40 |
the words of the | 39 |
the close of the | 39 |
b b b b | 39 |
in front of the | 39 |
and all the world | 39 |
the silence of the | 38 |
by the light of | 38 |
in the middle of | 38 |
a song of the | 38 |
the darkness of the | 38 |
here and there a | 38 |
the middle of the | 38 |
i should like to | 38 |
the banner of the | 38 |
of all the world | 38 |
the waters of the | 38 |
the hands of the | 38 |
the voices of the | 38 |
the call of the | 37 |
no no no no | 37 |
for the love of | 37 |
what do you think | 37 |
and this is the | 37 |
in the course of | 37 |
yes yes yes yes | 37 |
in the valley of | 37 |
the love of god | 37 |
in the national gazette | 37 |
the meeting of the | 36 |
for many a year | 36 |
in spite of all | 36 |
hear the sound of | 36 |
the shadow of a | 36 |
the valley of the | 36 |
on the banks of | 36 |
and the voice of | 36 |
the light of day | 36 |
the foot of the | 36 |
on the face of | 36 |
to hold in fee | 36 |
the man with the | 35 |
as far as i | 35 |
from the heart of | 35 |
that is to be | 35 |
in the blood of | 35 |
i am tired of | 35 |
for the most part | 35 |
for you and me | 34 |
the feet of the | 34 |
i want to be | 34 |
the door of the | 34 |
on the breast of | 34 |
the days of old | 34 |
in spite of the | 34 |
on the part of | 34 |
the beginning of the | 33 |
from sea to sea | 33 |
of the olden time | 33 |
rock me to sleep | 33 |
the master of the | 33 |
to the heart of | 33 |
at the time of | 33 |
i can see the | 33 |
come back to me | 33 |
the author of the | 33 |
the roar of the | 32 |
and the moon hangs | 32 |
the place of the | 32 |
low in the elm | 32 |
the lady of shalott | 32 |
there is not a | 32 |
hangs low in the | 32 |
moon hangs low in | 32 |
the heart of man | 32 |
the moon hangs low | 32 |
the time of the | 32 |
from side to side | 32 |
at the door of | 31 |
in all the world | 31 |
the close of day | 31 |
is not to be | 31 |
once on a time | 31 |
library of american literature | 31 |
the turn of the | 31 |
the vision of the | 31 |
the love of the | 31 |
i do not think | 31 |
the wind in the | 31 |
the history of the | 31 |
the mouth of the | 31 |
the angel of the | 31 |
in the bosom of | 31 |
the man in the | 31 |
as in a dream | 30 |
the sun goes down | 30 |
the ghost of a | 30 |
and here and there | 30 |
the shoes of happiness | 30 |
to the sound of | 30 |
and the light of | 30 |
of the earth and | 30 |
from age to age | 30 |
also printed in the | 30 |
in the daily advertiser | 30 |
the opening of the | 30 |
i think of the | 30 |
when i think of | 30 |
in the place of | 30 |
on the top of | 30 |
i seem to see | 29 |
on the edge of | 29 |
the dust of the | 29 |
face to face with | 29 |
the wreck of the | 29 |
the bosom of the | 29 |
the secret of the | 29 |
what shall i do | 29 |
she is not dead | 29 |
now and then a | 29 |
to be a man | 28 |
the story of the | 28 |
the voice of god | 28 |
it may not be | 28 |
i would not have | 28 |
one by one the | 28 |
the freedom of the | 28 |
in the hands of | 28 |
the other side of | 28 |
there will always be | 28 |
with all his might | 28 |
the meaning of the | 28 |
the break of day | 28 |
in the depths of | 28 |
the shadows of the | 28 |
on the road to | 28 |
on the wings of | 28 |
the voice of a | 28 |
this is the end | 28 |
the end of a | 28 |
a library of american | 28 |
the rim of the | 27 |
in a world of | 27 |
the sea and the | 27 |
made available by the | 27 |
my dreams come true | 27 |
the poet and the | 27 |
i know that i | 27 |
in the way of | 27 |
land of the free | 27 |
at the beginning of | 27 |
with the light of | 27 |
with a look of | 27 |
as if he were | 27 |
a day or two | 27 |
the sons of the | 27 |
at my chamber door | 27 |
collected poems by alfred | 27 |
it came to pass | 27 |
on the shores of | 27 |
the editor of the | 27 |
she came and went | 27 |
the sun and the | 27 |
it is to be | 27 |
generously made available by | 27 |
the north and the | 27 |
poems by alfred noyes | 27 |
the fall of the | 26 |
the pride of the | 26 |
in the dark and | 26 |
in the shape of | 26 |
elegy on the death | 26 |
the shore of the | 26 |
and the old man | 26 |
the spirits of the | 26 |
when i am dead | 26 |
of the sons of | 26 |
when my dreams come | 26 |
i know not why | 26 |
as well as the | 26 |
i do not care | 26 |
of which i have | 26 |
what shall we do | 26 |
to be found in | 26 |
in the brave days | 26 |
he was one of | 26 |
from morn till night | 26 |
far as i can | 26 |
as if they were | 26 |
on the lips of | 25 |
the use of the | 25 |
world is full of | 25 |
reserve also printed in | 25 |
printed and sold by | 25 |
in the arms of | 25 |
of one of the | 25 |
of the last century | 25 |
over the hills and | 25 |
the tumult of the | 25 |
a great deal of | 25 |
in the history of | 25 |
of men and women | 25 |
there was not a | 25 |
the lips of the | 25 |
be found in the | 25 |
the pipes at lucknow | 25 |
and now and then | 25 |
the hand of god | 25 |
with the blood of | 25 |
and there is no | 25 |
the beat of the | 25 |
the son of the | 25 |
in the eyes of | 25 |
to the end of | 25 |
when the day is | 25 |
the rush of the | 25 |
the death of his | 25 |
the thought of the | 24 |
by the hand of | 24 |
to the top of | 24 |
if i should die | 24 |
washed in the blood | 24 |
and one by one | 24 |
the waves of the | 24 |
we must get home | 24 |
as far as the | 24 |
in the hush of | 24 |
beyond the reach of | 24 |
spite of all the | 24 |
lines on the death | 24 |
the ballad of the | 24 |
in the field of | 24 |
the soul of man | 24 |
it seemed as if | 24 |
wreck of the hesperus | 24 |
the part of the | 24 |
the hand of the | 24 |
as well as i | 24 |
the form of a | 24 |
wish to hold in | 24 |
the beauties of poetry | 24 |
i do not love | 24 |
the dawn of day | 24 |
dinah maria mulock craik | 24 |
as a matter of | 23 |
i thought of the | 23 |
the title of the | 23 |
the prince of peace | 23 |
and what is so | 23 |
where shall we land | 23 |
life is but a | 23 |
published in the national | 23 |
i know it is | 23 |
the king of the | 23 |
the face of a | 23 |
and shut the door | 23 |
there is no doubt | 23 |
be of good cheer | 23 |
and day by day | 23 |
to go to bed | 23 |
at close of day | 23 |
at the request of | 23 |
the world is full | 23 |
i will tell you | 23 |
in the world to | 23 |
the sun went down | 23 |
if you love me | 23 |
may be found in | 23 |
in all the land | 23 |
on the coast of | 23 |
to the music of | 23 |
blood of the lamb | 23 |
was first published in | 23 |
a rendezvous with death | 23 |
hand in hand with | 23 |
the sweet little man | 23 |
side of the road | 23 |
at the touch of | 23 |
the joy of life | 23 |
and the sound of | 23 |
between me and the | 23 |
is the author of | 23 |
the son of god | 23 |
the rights of man | 23 |
nineteen hundred and now | 23 |
for auld lang syne | 23 |
the wrath of the | 23 |
with a sense of | 23 |
from the lips of | 23 |
of the apple tree | 23 |
i know not where | 23 |
the ship of state | 22 |
the poetical works of | 22 |
it is true that | 22 |
a hundred years ago | 22 |
the brave days of | 22 |
so far as i | 22 |
are you washed in | 22 |
the wisdom of the | 22 |
to hear her sing | 22 |
brave days of old | 22 |
by john greenleaf whittier | 22 |
in the world of | 22 |
poems by alan seeger | 22 |
to the house of | 22 |
the dedication of the | 22 |
the god of the | 22 |
the boughs of the | 22 |
william booth enters into | 22 |
for permission to reprint | 22 |
in nineteen hundred and | 22 |
this way and that | 22 |
with might and main | 22 |
is the end of | 22 |
the days of the | 22 |
no place like home | 22 |
in the hour of | 22 |
all the world is | 22 |
it seems as if | 22 |
with the exception of | 22 |
house by the side | 22 |
in the eye of | 22 |
many and many a | 22 |
you washed in the | 22 |
the whole of the | 22 |
the lord of the | 22 |
the earth and sky | 22 |
that used to be | 22 |
the margin of the | 22 |
the united states of | 22 |
at dead of night | 22 |
the scent of the | 22 |
in the open air | 22 |
to the tune of | 22 |
seems to have been | 22 |
robert louis stevenson the | 22 |
i wish i were | 22 |
in the ear of | 22 |
can it be that | 22 |
the joy of the | 21 |
all the world to | 21 |
the gate of the | 21 |
out of the sea | 21 |
from pole to pole | 21 |
the end of his | 21 |
and the song of | 21 |
when i saw you | 21 |
the light of his | 21 |
i have seen the | 21 |
by night and day | 21 |
there was never a | 21 |
widow in the bye | 21 |
all the world was | 21 |
the shores of the | 21 |
i know not if | 21 |
at the open door | 21 |
in one of his | 21 |
in the house of | 21 |
the shape of a | 21 |
but it is not | 21 |
the cry of a | 21 |
of the atlantic monthly | 21 |
light of the moon | 21 |
in the time of | 21 |
banner of the free | 21 |
in the land where | 21 |
a few of the | 21 |
close up the ranks | 21 |
the sands of dee | 21 |
it seemed to me | 21 |
the darkness and the | 21 |
when all the world | 21 |
we know not how | 21 |
it was in the | 21 |
in the realm of | 21 |
of the wind and | 21 |
in one of the | 21 |
what shall i say | 21 |
the charge of the | 21 |
in the bye street | 21 |
as strong as the | 21 |
out of the sky | 21 |
the souls of men | 21 |
the house of prayer | 21 |
general william booth enters | 21 |
the lady of the | 21 |
booth enters into heaven | 21 |
images generously made available | 21 |
is said to have | 21 |
he came to the | 21 |
in and out of | 21 |
i wish i could | 21 |
by day and night | 21 |
printed for the author | 21 |
and the thoughts of | 21 |
in the love of | 21 |
the stars in the | 21 |
the haunts of men | 20 |
day by day the | 20 |
the brave and the | 20 |
if you want to | 20 |
the streets of the | 20 |
it would be a | 20 |
and carried in a | 20 |
the day of doom | 20 |
what do i care | 20 |
the widow in the | 20 |
so let it be | 20 |
that come and go | 20 |
the stars and stripes | 20 |
is the voice of | 20 |
the frost spirit comes | 20 |
the building of the | 20 |
old sweetheart of mine | 20 |
of the poems of | 20 |
at the top of | 20 |
the bottom of the | 20 |
sons of the south | 20 |
more than all the | 20 |
in the city of | 20 |
the place where the | 20 |
united states of america | 20 |
from star to star | 20 |
the strength of the | 20 |
i come to thee | 20 |
the will of the | 20 |
i only know that | 20 |
and other poems by | 20 |
the sword of the | 20 |
the way for billy | 20 |
from the depths of | 20 |
carried in a cart | 20 |
the light of a | 20 |
at the sign of | 20 |
harp that once through | 20 |
the spell of the | 20 |
came to pass that | 20 |
the day and night | 20 |
it is not a | 20 |
on their way to | 20 |
life on the ocean | 20 |
kingdom by the sea | 20 |
a friend of mine | 20 |
in the cause of | 20 |
all day long the | 20 |
by the women of | 20 |
the house of night | 20 |
of the long ago | 20 |
the thoughts of youth | 20 |
on the ocean wave | 20 |
the light of other | 20 |
of the house of | 20 |
the fury of the | 20 |
it is not for | 20 |
the women of marblehead | 20 |
of the north and | 20 |
and feathered and carried | 20 |
the last of all | 20 |
the best of all | 20 |
came out of the | 20 |
tarred and feathered and | 20 |
for billy and me | 20 |
thy will be done | 20 |
when the night is | 20 |
at the thought of | 20 |
for his hard heart | 20 |
in the words of | 20 |
the wonder of the | 20 |
the battle of the | 20 |
in the summer of | 20 |
in the breast of | 20 |
the angel of death | 20 |
the heads of the | 20 |
by the name of | 20 |
that i do not | 20 |
touches of her hands | 20 |
at the sound of | 20 |
a cart by the | 20 |
cart by the women | 20 |
north and the west | 20 |
in a cart by | 20 |
for the last time | 20 |
way for billy and | 20 |
feathered and carried in | 20 |
thus saith the lord | 20 |
from hill to hill | 20 |
the rose and the | 19 |
by permission of the | 19 |
and over all the | 19 |
the breath of a | 19 |
in the columbian muse | 19 |
i have a rendezvous | 19 |
with a smile on | 19 |
i was a child | 19 |
how the leaves came | 19 |
i wish that i | 19 |
what are you doing | 19 |
all the rest of | 19 |
of the new york | 19 |
the priest and the | 19 |
in the glare of | 19 |
sing a song of | 19 |
where have you been | 19 |
the last of the | 19 |
the soul of a | 19 |
the arms of the | 19 |
in the same way | 19 |
in a letter to | 19 |
the shape of the | 19 |
light of other days | 19 |
among his books are | 19 |
when the sun was | 19 |
of youth are long | 19 |
the names of the | 19 |
i have come to | 19 |
the night of the | 19 |
the city of the | 19 |
i used to know | 19 |
lord god of hosts | 19 |
want to be a | 19 |
the form of the | 19 |
it was as if | 19 |
i seem to hear | 19 |
in the garden of | 19 |
the graves of the | 19 |
that there is no | 19 |
have a rendezvous with | 19 |
into the hands of | 19 |
the splendor of the | 19 |
and best of the | 19 |
club of odd volumes | 19 |
it will not be | 19 |
to the fringed gentian | 19 |
the heat of the | 19 |
as one of the | 19 |
in honor of the | 19 |
the leaves came down | 19 |
the death of general | 19 |
the terror of the | 19 |
and there is a | 19 |
the steps of the | 19 |
the age of gold | 19 |
the wind on the | 19 |
a magazine of verse | 19 |
man with the hoe | 19 |
the winds and the | 19 |
and all the while | 19 |
oliver wendell holmes the | 19 |
of the nineteenth century | 19 |
shepherd of king admetus | 19 |
the planting of the | 19 |
thoughts of youth are | 19 |
at the sight of | 19 |
planting of the apple | 19 |
and all the rest | 19 |
the presence of the | 19 |
produced from images generously | 18 |
to live and die | 18 |
when day is done | 18 |
one of these days | 18 |
for the opening of | 18 |
of earth and sky | 18 |
the stars and the | 18 |
it is in the | 18 |
in the dead of | 18 |
other side of the | 18 |
the glare of the | 18 |
he worried about it | 18 |
in prose and verse | 18 |
the fourth of july | 18 |
shall be no more | 18 |
a ballad of the | 18 |
in the strength of | 18 |
a mile with me | 18 |
that it is not | 18 |
the editors of the | 18 |
produced by david widger | 18 |
was produced by david | 18 |
bride that is to | 18 |
the old oaken bucket | 18 |
a life on the | 18 |
to go to the | 18 |
the stormy winds do | 18 |
on the hills of | 18 |
at the turn of | 18 |
the best of the | 18 |
the gift of the | 18 |
the poetry of the | 18 |
the lion and the | 18 |
when lide married him | 18 |
the laughter of the | 18 |
on the back of | 18 |
the gates of heaven | 18 |
was a man of | 18 |
the sons of men | 18 |
the tale of the | 18 |
the queen of the | 18 |
and some of them | 18 |
to do with the | 18 |
on his way to | 18 |
the owl and the | 18 |
of the american revolution | 18 |
round and round the | 18 |
the side of a | 18 |
for the purpose of | 18 |
in the sense of | 18 |
sons of the morning | 18 |
from east to west | 18 |
that it is the | 18 |
the lord of hosts | 18 |
is the ship of | 18 |
are all with thee | 18 |
i wonder if you | 18 |
i think of thee | 18 |
the author of a | 18 |
come out of the | 18 |
the first of the | 18 |
the light of her | 18 |
a year or two | 18 |
i said to myself | 18 |
at the break of | 18 |
on the night of | 18 |
in the form of | 18 |
i could not see | 18 |
and the world is | 18 |
brightest and best of | 18 |
out of the west | 18 |
the roll of the | 18 |
the sake of the | 18 |
the shepherd of king | 18 |
and the heart of | 18 |
upon the death of | 18 |
by the breath of | 18 |
in the fields of | 18 |
in the town of | 18 |
to the united states | 18 |
the touches of her | 18 |
stormy winds do blow | 18 |
the life of a | 18 |
that would not be | 18 |
in the first place | 18 |
poems by john greenleaf | 18 |
best of the sons | 18 |
from images generously made | 18 |
the ways of the | 18 |
this ebook was produced | 18 |
the ship of pearl | 18 |
he called her in | 18 |
my ship comes in | 18 |
queen of the north | 18 |
when the world was | 18 |
ebook was produced by | 18 |
the life of man | 17 |
the man of the | 17 |
a good deal of | 17 |
in the book of | 17 |
in the streets of | 17 |
that i could not | 17 |
if i were a | 17 |
in the street and | 17 |
the rain and the | 17 |
in search of the | 17 |
the harp that once | 17 |
when my ship comes | 17 |
the garden of the | 17 |
old man of the | 17 |
but where are the | 17 |
when the boys come | 17 |
frost is on the | 17 |
of the brave and | 17 |
the return of the | 17 |
in the hearts of | 17 |
the hush of the | 17 |
the glory and the | 17 |
the boys come home | 17 |
we are going to | 17 |
a song for the | 17 |
in the dust of | 17 |
of the land of | 17 |
what is it to | 17 |
the blessing of the | 17 |
the sunshine and the | 17 |
i want you to | 17 |
the frost is on | 17 |
all i have to | 17 |
he looked at the | 17 |
he said with a | 17 |
the sweetest of all | 17 |
by the kentuckiana digital | 17 |
with the voice of | 17 |
the ear of the | 17 |
the dawn of the | 17 |
castles in the air | 17 |
the war is ended | 17 |
available by the kentuckiana | 17 |
one of all the | 17 |
the world of men | 17 |
the kentuckiana digital library | 17 |
i hear a voice | 17 |
the secrets of the | 17 |
and one of the | 17 |
but i do not | 17 |
in the temple of | 17 |
in the month of | 17 |
and this was the | 17 |
the poet of the | 17 |
of the life of | 17 |
of the sea and | 17 |
for a man to | 17 |
blades and poppy seed | 17 |
the burden of the | 17 |
the bobolinks are singing | 17 |
and what do you | 17 |
the street and the | 17 |
the islands of the | 17 |
the hearts of all | 17 |
of the holy ghost | 17 |
the days that are | 17 |
the collected poems of | 17 |
it is time to | 17 |
you are not the | 17 |
home of the brave | 17 |
will come to thee | 17 |
on the walls of | 17 |
all at once the | 17 |
valley of the shadow | 17 |
the portals of the | 17 |
to and fro in | 17 |
what may it be | 17 |
in the valleys of | 17 |
in the old days | 17 |
in the spring of | 17 |
from far and near | 17 |
for a little while | 17 |
out of the way | 17 |
this world of ours | 17 |
written in a country | 17 |
in the sight of | 17 |
after a lecture on | 17 |
call the cattle home | 17 |
in days of old | 17 |
charge of the light | 17 |
sword blades and poppy | 17 |
a man with a | 17 |
of the light brigade | 17 |
this is the way | 17 |
with the breath of | 17 |
under the shade of | 17 |
the faces of the | 17 |
but what is your | 17 |
the smell of the | 17 |
what is your opinion | 17 |
the house of the | 17 |
that lay in the | 17 |
also printed in e | 17 |
in the case of | 17 |
but all in vain | 17 |
i seemed to hear | 17 |
in the lap of | 17 |
the murmur of the | 17 |
the early part of | 16 |
tell the boys the | 16 |
i am weary of | 16 |
corrt by the women | 16 |
and in my heart | 16 |
of the state of | 16 |
the winds that blow | 16 |
at the gate of | 16 |
in the long run | 16 |
in a book of | 16 |
as long as the | 16 |
sound of the sea | 16 |
for many a day | 16 |
wind and the rain | 16 |
in the new york | 16 |
the sound of their | 16 |
but there is a | 16 |
rode the six hundred | 16 |
from the hills of | 16 |
in a sea of | 16 |
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the captain of plymouth | 16 |
of the human race | 16 |
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starry flower of liberty | 15 |
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last rose of summer | 15 |
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poetical works of oliver | 15 |
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land of the dacotahs | 15 |
collected poems of rupert | 15 |
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life in the old | 14 |
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streets of the city | 14 |
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flag of the free | 14 |
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let us be kind | 14 |
song of the sea | 14 |
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the queen of sheba | 14 |
days of my youth | 14 |
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the table of contents | 14 |
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song of the chattahoochee | 14 |
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this heart of mine | 14 |
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far as the eye | 14 |
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the memory of a | 14 |
the death of her | 14 |
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of the french camp | 14 |
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printed in the columbian | 14 |
the sun in the | 14 |
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the babes in the | 14 |
the living and the | 14 |
poor harmless dumb creatures | 14 |
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incident of the french | 14 |
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how sleep the brave | 14 |
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when old jack died | 14 |
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percy bysshe shelley the | 14 |
one of the few | 14 |
said uncle ezra mudge | 14 |
dark and silent lake | 14 |
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my bride that is | 14 |
by ralph waldo emerson | 14 |
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henry holt and company | 14 |
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the flowers of the | 14 |
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light of the sun | 14 |
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building of the ship | 14 |
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james russell lowell the | 14 |
in place of the | 14 |
the power of the | 14 |
aubrey thomas de vere | 14 |
the rest of his | 14 |
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the kingdom of god | 14 |
a few years ago | 14 |
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included in this volume | 14 |
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as if he knew | 14 |
with heart and hand | 14 |
two hundred years ago | 14 |
the time of his | 14 |
of the holy spirit | 14 |
this poem was written | 14 |
little town of bethlehem | 14 |
living and the dead | 14 |
the roof of the | 14 |
of peace on earth | 14 |
the time has come | 14 |
know what it is | 14 |
printed in samuel kettell | 14 |
edition of his poems | 14 |
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that it was the | 14 |
the promise of the | 14 |
the old kentucky home | 14 |
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lonely as a cloud | 14 |
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the back of his | 14 |
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the songs of the | 14 |
burial of sir john | 13 |
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love of god and | 13 |
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what hast thou done | 13 |
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all that i have | 13 |
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to the wide world | 13 |
the king of kings | 13 |
the thunder and the | 13 |
she walks in beauty | 13 |
waves of the sea | 13 |
and all of the | 13 |
the southern literary messenger | 13 |
james whitcomb riley the | 13 |
as much as to | 13 |
by night and by | 13 |
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for the holy grail | 13 |
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tent on the beach | 13 |
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the old man and | 13 |
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charles and mary lamb | 13 |
text follows the edition | 13 |
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dead rides sir morten | 13 |
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the abbot of aberbrothok | 13 |
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the hands of a | 13 |
the god of music | 13 |
my love for you | 13 |
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the everlasting mercy and | 13 |
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the poor harmless dumb | 13 |
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maiden whom the angels | 13 |
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the lesson thou hast | 13 |
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of sir john moore | 13 |
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the chambers of the | 12 |
the legend of the | 12 |
the subject of this | 12 |
hail the banner of | 12 |
of the seventeenth century | 12 |
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the mist and the | 12 |
a day in june | 12 |
the throat of the | 12 |
to the men who | 12 |
and you should come | 12 |
i love to see | 12 |
the day was done | 12 |
is i sing her | 12 |
the good news from | 12 |
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garden of the lord | 12 |
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of what was once | 12 |
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the play of the | 12 |
song of the camp | 12 |
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walter savage landor the | 12 |
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pied piper of hamelin | 12 |
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white as the snow | 12 |
the story of his | 12 |
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how does love speak | 12 |
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the basin of minas | 12 |
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richmond on the james | 12 |
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rain on the roof | 12 |
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when the heart is | 12 |
early part of the | 12 |
everlasting mercy and the | 12 |
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the singing of the | 12 |
the length of the | 12 |
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rose to the living | 12 |
the office of the | 12 |
what is so rare | 12 |
to join the brimming | 12 |
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the tent on the | 12 |
and i shall be | 12 |
charlotte perkins stetson gilman | 12 |
firm of grin and | 12 |
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sing the song of | 12 |
bible my grandfather read | 12 |
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in the glow of | 12 |
little old poem that | 12 |
snow in the street | 12 |
poem that nobody reads | 12 |
looked he at the | 12 |
man of the sea | 12 |
goes through the town | 12 |
and the world was | 12 |
out in the night | 12 |
title of the poem | 12 |
the will of god | 12 |
poems subjective and reminiscent | 12 |
rare as a day | 12 |
once upon a time | 12 |
heart is so full | 12 |
come back to the | 12 |
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