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the land of the29
in the midst of19
in the land of18
the voice of the14
land of the dacotahs12
the master of life10
the midst of the10
the face of the10
to the land of10
the soul of man10
the summit of the10
as if he were10
from the land of9
by henry wadsworth longfellow8
of the middle ages8
the sound of the8
pray for the dead8
from the lips of8
the mountains of the7
the head of the7
at the same moment7
at the same time7
the heart of the7
at the head of7
to the kingdom of7
the islands of the7
the king of ravens6
the kingdom of ponemah6
far to see us6
the door of the6
land of the hereafter6
spake in this wise6
come so far to6
an image of the6
for the most part6
the tribes of men6
the fountain of oblivion6
at the door of6
so far to see6
was the voice of6
the angel of the6
islands of the blessed6
he it was who6
you come so far6
the house of the6
as if it were6
in the open air6
how does the herr6
into the silent land6
the spirit of sleep5
wreck of the hesperus5
the valley of lauterbrunnen5
garments green and yellow5
in the days of5
do you think of5
the heat of the5
you are not the5
the leaves of the5
what do you think5
she is fooling thee5
the very strong man5
from the summit of5
he the sweetest of5
sweetest of all singers5
on the walls of5
among the guests assembled5
at the doorway of5
let us go in5
on their way to5
the wreck of the5
on the summit of5
to tell the truth5
you will find it5
prince henry and elsie5
the roar of the5
in the valley of5
the song of hiawatha5
i have given you5
the sweetest of all5
voice of the priest5
and the heart of5
the regions of the5
like a living coal5
at the feet of5
the falls of minnehaha5
in the soul of5
give me of your5
day of his fasting5
the body of the5
the margin of the4
on the shore stood4
the man in the4
of the virgin mary4
bear of the mountains4
the great bear of4
guests be more contented4
by the shining big4
heart was hot within4
son of the evening4
coal his heart was4
let him fill a4
of the great spirit4
crier of the dead4
ten times larger than4
it was the voice4
great bear of the4
for the first time4
from the kingdom of4
at the end of4
then let him fill4
the valley of the4
the sign of the4
up and down the4
living coal his heart4
the rising of the4
at the foot of4
the lovely laughing water4
the angel of death4
the mightiest of magicians4
comes there from the4
the bosom of the4
the rest of the4
the trees of the4
with the beauty of4
the hearts of the4
it is but the4
he bringeth us a4
but the rest of4
in the university of4
land of the white4
the banks of the4
the breath of the4
in the valley below4
she knits the papa4
the kingdom of the4
the foot of the4
the christ of andernach4
on the shores of4
of the evening star4
in the middle of4
in the kingdom of4
professor of chemistry in4
a tale of wonder4
then let him throw4
all ye that sleep4
the soul of flemming4
was a daughter of4
his heart was hot4
he calls the scholar4
vainly he strove to4
the priest and the4
king of all the4
and the very strong4
the birds were singing4
the doorways of the4
the shores of gitche4
the best of all4
a cry of lamentation4
the sound of their4
to the islands of4
kingdom of the west4
i wish i had4
the beauty of the4
of minnehaha calling to4
of the white rabbit4
think of my beloved4
the tops of the4
was hot within him4
flemming and the baron4
of the summer night4
filled the air with4
she makes the papa4
what comes there from4
this song of hiawatha4
the borders of the4
times larger than the4
shores of gitche gumee4
the voice of a4
the kingdom of wabasso4
let him throw it4
the beauty of his4
is but the rest4
the winds of heaven4
a living coal his4
how does the leathery4
larger than the others4
the end of the4
as in a dream4
prince henry of hoheneck4
the roofs of the4
take my word for3
makes the papa tea3
of the human mind3
a loaf of bread3
the course of the3
are all with thee3
does the herr papa3
could not choose but3
does the herr rector3
the gate of the3
in the bosom of3
the eyes of wolves3
the village of grand3
what may it be3
musical sufferings of john3
in the black forest3
is the world of3
from the shining land3
from time to time3
you never help me3
head of the table3
in the hearts of3
in the churchyard of3
and rough the way3
flowers of the garden3
i come again to3
the curtain of the3
the master of the3
not in the least3
it is a postilion3
i am a stranger3
walked up and down3
to float in the3
voices of the night3
how beautiful it is3
the good nokomis answered3
let us go to3
it is like a3
after a short pause3
the basin of minas3
the mountain of all3
our lives depend on3
songs as full of3
of all the beavers3
face of mary ashburton3
i could not choose3
the face of mary3
like the voice of3
of wolves glared at3
by the power of3
the dam stood pau3
as well as the3
would i were dead3
through the veins of3
the famine and the3
as he lay in3
how does the mamsell3
a feeling of wonder3
care not for your3
the hearts of his3
wooed her with his3
the lake of thun3
and i know that3
the wind of the3
laid his hand upon3
on the dunes of3
when you come so3
and in the morning3
whom he was to3
the steps of the3
air was full of3
may pass more gayly3
wind of the summer3
the form and features3
to live in the3
lives of literary men3
erving professor of chemistry3
the dunes of nagow3
the soul of the3
the line of hiawatha3
the fox a bursch3
how does the frau3
said in his heart3
he it was whose3
and the good nokomis3
the dusk of evening3
the king of fishes3
not so long and3
his heart within him3
best of all musicians3
season of the year3
land of the ojibways3
and smokes the fox3
portals of the sunset3
you shall hear how3
the hand of god3
said the baron to3
of human joy and3
the feet of laughing3
that the time may3
it is in the3
steps of the altar3
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in the middle ages3
my word for it3
a gust of wind3
with the eyes of3
and at the same3
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he knew that the3
feet of laughing water3
can blow you strong3
did you ever read3
the sound of a3
in and out among3
the last of all3
shining land of wabun3
like the sound of3
songs of love and3
in the glory of3
i can blow you3
falls of minnehaha calling3
the hand of a3
the lives of literary3
of love and longing3
the voices of the3
teach me songs as3
what think you of3
on the dam stood3
thus it was that3
tribes of men might3
me songs as full3
famine and the fever3
from the book of3
great canoe with pinions3
nothing can be more3
him fill a pipe3
in the history of3
the dance of death3
the month of may3
the light of his3
to see if the3
one of the most3
with a gentle hand3
breath of the summer3
in the course of3
castle by the sea3
in the month of3
sufferings of john kreisler3
in the shape of3
and the sound of3
at the base of3
attention was arrested by3
men and the women3
it seemed to him3
lives depend on these3
what brings the postilion3
with his hands clasped3
the feast may be3
from the bosom of3
the history of the3
of the lake of3
that i were dead3
eyes of wolves glared3
wide the world is3
the young men and3
he could no longer3
a mile he measured3
to the words of3
with his fan of3
in the face and3
to this song of3
stride a mile he3
reminded flemming of the3
on the following morning3
must our lives depend3
image of the virgin3
among the reeds and3
the voice of an3
threw them on the3
when i think of3
the shadows of the3
feast may be more3
by the hand of3
dunes of nagow wudjoo3
with a look of3
the reeds and rushes3
on the brow of3
the time may pass3
doorway of his wigwam3
the light of day3
the hands of the3
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i think i have3
the game of the3
to the light of3
the face of a3
the walls of the3
and here and there3
the shadow of the3
each stride a mile3
for the last time3
but the wary hiawatha3
from the regions of3
trees of the forest3
the first thing he3
sign of the cross3
it reminds me of3
know that i am3
in the firmament of3
with the light of3
up the valley of3
does the mamsell s3
i do not know3
through the mist of3
he reads in cicero3
they are all gone3
the story of the3
gave a cry of3
may be more joyous3
of basil the blacksmith3
there from the hill3
go down to the3
teach me tones as3
old men and the3
the summits of the3
after the manner of3
people of the village3
the words of the3
from the sky the3
in the garb of3
and what do you3
and the mighty mudjekeewis3
the lodge of old3
form and features of3
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of one of the3
his bow of ash3
the shape of a3
said the old man3
rough the way is3
in the game of3
in morning gown and3
the air was full3
as in the days3
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hear the sound of3
him throw it off3
of the old man3
knits the papa stockings3
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depend on these things3
the window of the3
sisters and their husbands3
young men and the3
glory of the sunset3
i think you will3
died on his lips3
game of the bowl3
his garments green and3
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us with a gentle3
from day to day3
honor be to mudjekeewis3
the breeze of morning3
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have we come to3
of the good old3
the vale of tawasentha3
mountains of the prairie3
the lakes and rivers3
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of men might prosper3
in his birch canoe3
among the gay flowers3
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the portals of the3
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the old men and3
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the star of evening3
that you come so3
the shining land of3
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the king of all3
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the door of his3
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the doorway of his3
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the people of the3
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the glory of the3
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man in the custom3
like that of the3
the brink of a2
in that ancient town2
was the gentle chibiabos2
was like the face2
greater skill in hunting2
the stream of time2
work on biblical hermeneutics2
and heard at times2
on the smooth bark2
the midst of a2
in that hour when2
the spirit of god2
and red as the2
wild goose and the2
the earth beneath him2
were it to go2
that stood in the2
in his hand a2
and gazed into the2
rang with their unseemly2
rising of the sun2
of the great departed2
the bell from its2
more than two centuries2
he thought only of2
feeling of awe and2
came from the lips2
of chemistry in harvard2
does the leathery herr2
as one in slumber2
in the face of2
if it had been2
far out of the2
come to warn you2
magic circle round them2
built their nests in2
the maid with yellow2
do not think to2
and in his right2
sweet was the light2
all the craft of2
pleasant land and peaceful2
their words of wisdom2
splendor of the sunset2
the river of life2
it is a tale2
tears in her eyes2
was hiawatha when he2
wish to hear the2
the wind through a2
do not much wonder2
the speed of the2
the king of bethlehem2
the dawn of day2
and laid his head2
then he said to2
of the ozark mountains2
dead he lay there2
not the fish i2
the land of spirits2
the wheels of the2
the folds of a2
with their unseemly laughter2
the birds begin to2
bluebird and the robin2
entered the door of2
plain of the rhine2
the skirts of the2
the words of warning2
an individual being among2
the pressure of a2
spake with naked hearts2
i again am well2
in the sand his2
he is a poet2
in the corner of2
the coolness and the2
like the sighing of2
much in love with2
the fiery eyes of2
up their minds to2
and after the manner2
i bring the gift2
if in a swoon2
just as the sun2
the red stone of2
i think of my2
to him in his2
so that not an2
are not the king2
have put you to2
had died in the2
no one but the2
flitted back among the2
his papers and inkhorn2
the tale of the2
old man of the2
for greater craft in2
dost thou know what2
nowhere else could weapon2
author of voices of2
the manner of the2
he waited till the2
his fasting by the2
the women who in2
marble or on canvass2
hear a tale of2
to me like the2
pondering much and much2
the belt of wampum2
constant anguish of patience2
i will pray for2
that the day is2
will go down to2
the river may not2
of the red willow2
that such a strange2
have not yet seen2
it seems to me2
birds begin to sing2
sunbeam in the water2
in the air a2
the lifeless head to2
for the accents unuttered2
she bowed her own2
filled the evening star2
the cage with rods2
on the brink of2
i leave behind me2
that he might not2
back among the shadows2
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heat of the day2
of the best critics2
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he took off his2
the castle of heidelberg2
was who sent the2
seem to take it2
with your little candle2
hearts of the people2
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the bluebird and the2
will soon be over2
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over the tides of2
head to her bosom2
the sky of morning2
the ruins of burg2
as of the wind2
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could not bear the2
do you like that2
thou so near unto2
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song of love and2
how do you like2
and wrestled with mondamin2
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elsie comes in with2
i was of your2
the curling smoke of2
what the world calls2
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at the sound of2
emma of ilmenau went2
wail of the forest2
went on with his2
a rich banker of2
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the words of hiawatha2
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the rain and sunshine2
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heart of the maiden2
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dance to please them2
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he waited for the2
the land of ghosts2
the bed of minnehaha2
the belfry of the2
the apparition of the2
she is not dead2
the little village of2
to me and mine2
the age of the2
filling the air with2
on the belfry of2
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shall hear a tale2
the daughter of nokomis2
tall and slender maiden2
for not being a2
disease and death among2
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to the heart with2
the song of birds2
land of the great2
them on the ground2
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the ground before him2
the awful presence of2
the saviour on the2
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in the vast desert2
in his speech a2
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is blown out by2
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motion revealed what his2
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i prayed for them2
the churchyard of saint2
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far to the north2
in the wet grass2
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on the ground before2
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voice in the sacred2
in the body of2
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manner of the best2
a baby in a2
married achim von arnim2
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seats beneath the pine2
the heart of hiawatha2
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the words of my2
in the gardens of2
in the joy of2
the garb of a2
benefactors of the human2
the friend of old2
the white fog from2
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towers of the mountains2
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the air around him2
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the flowers of the2
ear in the husking2
the counts of calva2
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the woman of the2
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a sudden stop to2
tides of the ocean2
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in all her beauty2
end of the hall2
living and the dead2
the world of god2
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my great work on2
loose and light above2
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long and distant journey2
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them down to the2
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i wish to be2
the red swan floating2
going to the tyrol2
to say the least2
of the cunning pau2
as ice in rivers2
the dust and leaves2
break the line of2
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slipper and the passion2
downward through the evening2
faced man on horseback2
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icy breath upon him2
weak and erring child2
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its cradle in the2
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by tens and twenties2
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when we are old2
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the moon of leaves2
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in the sands of2
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walter of the vogelweid2
count hugo of the2
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the son of the2
the light of stars2
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in words or actions2
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flight of stone steps2
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ray of the sun2
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the white sand of2
the broad plain of2
and other fallow deer2
from the mountains and2
of the female character2
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only know they are2
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up from your bed2
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fell on their knees2
in the romantic german2
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as one who is2
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scales of the balance2
the graves of those2
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not so far out2
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a sign of invitation2
the face of laughing2
the angels of the2
i think it is2
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the vast folios of2
slave in the dismal2
at the door and2
roofs of the village2
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the terror of the2
is only a more2
the three best kinds2
the god of water2
to see you in2
body of the sturgeon2
churchyard of saint gilgen2
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or the sound of2
vautsberg on the rhine2
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soon make up their2
the ruins of an2
the heads of the2
of wonder and delight2
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the evening and the2
the little men under2
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a tall and slender2
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the pleasant land and2
i know that my2
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art and nature are2
nest among the pine2
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way through the crowd2
of the terrors of2
all that speaks of2
man of the mountain2
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to the portals of2
as a token of2
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in the evening they2
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the people called the2
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land of handsome women2
evangeline knelt by his2
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itself to my imagination2
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the living and the2
does not so much2
to whisper her name2
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soft and loose and2
the sweet breath of2
sound upon the earth2
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they are our fathers2
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on the lake of2
the tender star of2
forth into the open2
shouted down into the2
of old in the2
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the eyes of old2
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like a yellow leaf2
blessing on the rhine2
tops of the trees2
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to the master of2
on the front of2
in the lodge of2
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that i have not2
the red and blue2
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the story of brother2
the form of a2
soul in andernach would2
the time will come2
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the green and silent2
and the people of2
pass the black pitch2
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rose up from the2
in a swoon he2
illustration illustration o father2
the house itself was2
on the beach below2
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slave singing at midnight2
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much as you please2
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rose a sound of2
part of the company2
the front of the2
of his fasting by2
last day of your2
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a fierce and painful2
am prince henry of2
a wife and children2
walking under their shadow2
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the pipe with bark2
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the careful old nokomis2
a bright summer morning2
cage with rods of2
regions of the morning2
doorway of the wigwam2
the square tower of2
together in the glory2
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at the close of2
beauty of the starlight2
the master of all2
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the days of old2
art thou so near2
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i know that i2
him by the hand2
and loose and light2
soul upon its journey2
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voice of mary ashburton2
the shadow of great2
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all alone upon a2
the rushing of the2
pardon must be granted2
greater craft in fishing2
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he had just bought2
came into his eyes2
and make me larger2
down into the valley2
painted like the sky2
the end of his2
the benefactors of the2
sightless eyes of the2
up to the castle2
that shall not be2
purple clouds of sunset2
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yard of the castle2
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shadow in the water2
at the entrance of2
figure had its meaning2
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was the sound of2
yet gabriel came not2
contriving how the tribes2
farewell to all the2
by the signal of2
and he could not2
and the wedding guests2
hiawatha and the pearl2
the old northern mythology2
held him by the2
the figure of the2
ruins of an antique2
listen to the words2
laying his hand upon2
to see if they2
old ruin above them2
it was that hiawatha2
bacharach on the rhine2
feeling of wonder and2
and the air was2
wrath shall overtake you2
in the churchyard and2
terror of the nations2
king of the jews2
a part of the2
i am the angel2
rich banker of frankfort2
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thou hast heard the2
is the man in2
and that which is2
is the frau von2
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which is the world2
wish to be alone2
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his way through the2
ye who believe in2
kill for us a2
out of the window2
of the gentle lady2
patron saint of the2
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box for the poor2
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wind at a casement2
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castle of vautsberg on2
village of saint wolfgang2
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the patron saint of2
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story of the liebenstein2
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city of the past2
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story of brother bernardus2
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chemistry in harvard university2
quarter of a note2
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warning said the old2
vengeance shall attain you2
a signal of his2
said the baron with2
the shore stood hiawatha2
buried in the sand2
he called to old2
was arrested by the2
a stranger from the2
early in the morning2
and spake in this2
the warriors of the2
fasting should be fatal2
the ford across the2
and it is not2
lamp is blown out2
he strove to whisper2
to keep up the2
of the soul is2
pipe in his mouth2
like a yellow water2
wind through a forest2
laws of the land2
all the aching of2
was wild with a2
it is truly a2
of all the women2
of an evil spirit2
so long and wide2
the smooth bark of2
went to her chamber2
thus he spake to2
head on her bosom2
as he lay there2
the splendor of its2
people called the storm2
not for greater skill2
the last day of2
the pleasant summer morning2
lodge of old nokomis2
yellow leaf in autumn2