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quadgram | frequency |
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on the seashore of | 12 |
know not how to | 11 |
i do not know | 11 |
the shadow of the | 10 |
the seashore of endless | 9 |
the music of the | 9 |
they know not how | 9 |
seashore of endless worlds | 9 |
from a drawing by | 8 |
at the end of | 8 |
come to my lake | 8 |
o come to my | 8 |
in the depth of | 7 |
not how to cast | 6 |
do not know why | 6 |
go to fetch water | 6 |
my fate has not | 6 |
keep that in mind | 6 |
it is time for | 6 |
how to cast nets | 6 |
has not cheated me | 6 |
fate has not cheated | 6 |
cheated me of everything | 6 |
the edge of the | 6 |
that in mind and | 6 |
not cheated me of | 6 |
in mind and rejoice | 6 |
i stand before thee | 6 |
shall i stand before | 5 |
but i dare not | 5 |
that is why i | 5 |
loiter over your toilet | 5 |
do not loiter over | 5 |
stand before thee face | 5 |
come to my door | 5 |
thee face to face | 5 |
in the morning i | 5 |
before thee face to | 5 |
i know not how | 5 |
not loiter over your | 5 |
give me the strength | 5 |
i know not what | 5 |
pass by our door | 5 |
come as you are | 5 |
the heart of the | 5 |
you hurry with your | 4 |
hurry with your basket | 4 |
them away i cannot | 4 |
when i bring sweet | 4 |
i sing to make | 4 |
smile of the sea | 4 |
who stole sleep from | 4 |
in one salutation to | 4 |
do you sit there | 4 |
in my dreams and | 4 |
sing to make you | 4 |
who stands behind the | 4 |
behind the trees whenever | 4 |
let only that little | 4 |
there is a rumour | 4 |
the smile of the | 4 |
in the shadow of | 4 |
to come to my | 4 |
the guest has come | 4 |
why did he choose | 4 |
he choose to come | 4 |
do not close your | 4 |
stands behind the trees | 4 |
the beauty of the | 4 |
is simple as a | 4 |
i shall never be | 4 |
choose to come to | 4 |
things to your greedy | 4 |
let your work be | 4 |
the smile that flickers | 4 |
simple as a song | 4 |
one salutation to thee | 4 |
and go to the | 4 |
do you hurry with | 4 |
that is why the | 4 |
when you went away | 4 |
why do you sit | 4 |
whenever they go to | 4 |
when the marketing is | 4 |
lips when he sleeps | 4 |
carry the pangs of | 4 |
the pangs of this | 4 |
for he is grown | 4 |
does anybody know where | 4 |
in mere idle sport | 4 |
it is not for | 4 |
to make you smile | 4 |
in my wakeful hours | 4 |
and me is simple | 4 |
sweet things to your | 4 |
my dreams and in | 4 |
of this sorrow in | 4 |
but he did not | 4 |
the light of the | 4 |
go to the dogs | 4 |
for the golden stag | 4 |
i know not why | 4 |
me carry the pangs | 4 |
love between you and | 4 |
pale gleams the smile | 4 |
never be an ascetic | 4 |
smile that flickers on | 4 |
i have still something | 4 |
comes and goes away | 4 |
pangs of this sorrow | 4 |
i bring sweet things | 4 |
and in my wakeful | 4 |
did he choose to | 4 |
is not for nothing | 4 |
not close your wings | 4 |
trees whenever they go | 4 |
know where it was | 4 |
i am as big | 4 |
between you and me | 4 |
is a rumour that | 4 |
shall never be an | 4 |
have still something left | 4 |
endless worlds children meet | 4 |
they go to fetch | 4 |
let this be my | 4 |
without asking my leave | 4 |
you and me is | 4 |
to make you dance | 4 |
he is grown up | 4 |
turn them away i | 4 |
where do you hurry | 4 |
bring sweet things to | 4 |
be drunken and go | 4 |
of endless worlds children | 4 |
to my heart and | 4 |
this love between you | 4 |
let me ever feel | 4 |
i cannot understand them | 4 |
me ever feel that | 4 |
let me carry the | 4 |
me is simple as | 4 |
am as big as | 4 |
in the fairy tale | 4 |
when i sing to | 4 |
sorrow in my dreams | 4 |
your words are dark | 4 |
to your greedy hands | 4 |
the trees whenever they | 4 |
and pale gleams the | 4 |
let me not forget | 4 |
drunken and go to | 4 |
the marketing is over | 4 |
anybody know where it | 4 |
dreams and in my | 4 |
this sorrow in my | 4 |
gleams the smile of | 4 |
the depth of my | 4 |
in the land of | 3 |
the sleep that flits | 3 |
me to shame with | 3 |
not for hidden treasures | 3 |
they call our river | 3 |
last into his hands | 3 |
the seashore of worlds | 3 |
that why they call | 3 |
the keen call of | 3 |
if you would be | 3 |
my bride and i | 3 |
to shame with a | 3 |
and they play with | 3 |
play on the seashore | 3 |
and her name is | 3 |
their boats and smilingly | 3 |
for love to give | 3 |
fishers dive for pearls | 3 |
it were only a | 3 |
by the side of | 3 |
call of thy flute | 3 |
where the pot of | 3 |
in the shade of | 3 |
you ask for all | 3 |
was it coloured that | 3 |
at last into his | 3 |
day by day i | 3 |
keen call of thy | 3 |
you walked by the | 3 |
the folk who live | 3 |
all that one has | 3 |
not for nothing he | 3 |
like to become the | 3 |
is known to all | 3 |
drawing by nandalall bose | 3 |
the side of the | 3 |
the tulsi plant stands | 3 |
on the vast deep | 3 |
me if this be | 3 |
o the keen call | 3 |
am only waiting for | 3 |
me the strength to | 3 |
shame with a look | 3 |
a drawing by nandalall | 3 |
the thirteen rivers of | 3 |
glance at me and | 3 |
the boatman of the | 3 |
the end of the | 3 |
from end to end | 3 |
the shadows of the | 3 |
and forgive me my | 3 |
in the light of | 3 |
you put me to | 3 |
become the boatman of | 3 |
children have their play | 3 |
deity of the ruined | 3 |
walked by the riverside | 3 |
the darkness of night | 3 |
by rabindranath tagore translated | 3 |
not how to swim | 3 |
who was it that | 3 |
the noise of the | 3 |
seas and the thirteen | 3 |
the stillness of the | 3 |
who was it coloured | 3 |
i were only a | 3 |
the bird of the | 3 |
of the ruined temple | 3 |
put me to shame | 3 |
for me to go | 3 |
in the heart of | 3 |
their houses with sand | 3 |
weave their boats and | 3 |
little be left of | 3 |
they seek not for | 3 |
anjan they call our | 3 |
secret of your heart | 3 |
the service of the | 3 |
were only a little | 3 |
not forget for a | 3 |
of the tulsi plant | 3 |
pot of the tulsi | 3 |
float them on the | 3 |
bank of the river | 3 |
coloured that little frock | 3 |
i long to go | 3 |
this song of mine | 3 |
i am only waiting | 3 |
this be my parting | 3 |
the land of the | 3 |
my house is all | 3 |
was walking by the | 3 |
merchants sail in their | 3 |
the seven seas and | 3 |
with withered leaves they | 3 |
only waiting for love | 3 |
ask for all that | 3 |
children gather pebbles and | 3 |
while children gather pebbles | 3 |
if i were only | 3 |
they play with empty | 3 |
from the original bengali | 3 |
and the thirteen rivers | 3 |
i will hire you | 3 |
the time for the | 3 |
build their houses with | 3 |
the night is dark | 3 |
thirteen rivers of fairyland | 3 |
that little be left | 3 |
who is there to | 3 |
i am grown up | 3 |
forget for a moment | 3 |
know thee as my | 3 |
to all the village | 3 |
withered leaves they weave | 3 |
tell me if this | 3 |
i wish i could | 3 |
her name is ranjan | 3 |
terrace where the pot | 3 |
why they call you | 3 |
by the riverside path | 3 |
for all that one | 3 |
i bow to you | 3 |
known to all the | 3 |
up at last into | 3 |
the free bird cries | 3 |
should like to become | 3 |
you should do so | 3 |
be my parting word | 3 |
i was walking by | 3 |
is that why they | 3 |
sleep that flits on | 3 |
dust of the road | 3 |
waiting for love to | 3 |
of thee and me | 3 |
i call them and | 3 |
with the burden of | 3 |
my door and asked | 3 |
gather pebbles and scatter | 3 |
as big as father | 3 |
only that little be | 3 |
is all dark and | 3 |
time for me to | 3 |
you are my own | 3 |
have their play on | 3 |
it coloured that little | 3 |
at the edge of | 3 |
to become the boatman | 3 |
i shall ever try | 3 |
in the early morning | 3 |
and you will be | 3 |
walking by the road | 3 |
do you put me | 3 |
when i am grown | 3 |
seven seas and the | 3 |
thus it is that | 3 |
your baby is silly | 3 |
them on the vast | 3 |
name of our village | 3 |
sail in their ships | 3 |
pebbles and scatter them | 3 |
the depth of the | 3 |
play with empty shells | 3 |
leaves they weave their | 3 |
is time for me | 3 |
name is known to | 3 |
for fear you should | 3 |
for time is short | 3 |
seek not for hidden | 3 |
and smilingly float them | 3 |
if it were only | 3 |
wish i were a | 3 |
their play on the | 3 |
give myself up at | 3 |
boats and smilingly float | 3 |
will hire you with | 3 |
when in the evening | 3 |
my name is known | 3 |
lend me your light | 3 |
and anjan they call | 3 |
why do you put | 3 |
the pot of the | 3 |
i should like to | 3 |
house is all dark | 3 |
love to give myself | 3 |
the lamp went out | 3 |
and scatter them again | 3 |
the name of our | 3 |
i wish i were | 3 |
smilingly float them on | 3 |
in the dusk of | 3 |
the edge of a | 3 |
know why there is | 3 |
with the full pitcher | 3 |
our village is khanjan | 3 |
ever feel that i | 3 |
the water in the | 3 |
me not forget for | 3 |
they weave their boats | 3 |
the dust of the | 3 |
i know your art | 3 |
feel that i have | 3 |
the secret of your | 3 |
of our village is | 3 |
myself up at last | 3 |
to give myself up | 3 |
the strife of the | 3 |
shall ever try to | 3 |
all dark and lonesome | 3 |
shadow of the tree | 3 |
the cry of the | 3 |
to be drunken and | 3 |
at my cottage door | 3 |
one of the common | 2 |
the breeze of the | 2 |
you left me and | 2 |
in search of the | 2 |
was but with our | 2 |
of the empty days | 2 |
of the forest dimly | 2 |
my dark corner is | 2 |
not merely the handiwork | 2 |
even if it brings | 2 |
drawing by asit kumar | 2 |
faintly in my ears | 2 |
from my neck and | 2 |
baby only wanted to | 2 |
should know you too | 2 |
night was dark when | 2 |
i stood and watched | 2 |
pitcher upon your hip | 2 |
it is i want | 2 |
for the love of | 2 |
lose sight of my | 2 |
how can i leave | 2 |
young prince did pass | 2 |
to me in the | 2 |
my feet were tired | 2 |
have mercy upon your | 2 |
the young prince did | 2 |
call them and say | 2 |
weave a wreath all | 2 |
pervading her heart in | 2 |
you are sitting in | 2 |
road to the market | 2 |
you whisper so faintly | 2 |
the lamp go out | 2 |
claims to my house | 2 |
are to play the | 2 |
such a play of | 2 |
pleasure streams from the | 2 |
i had feared that | 2 |
boatman of the ferryboat | 2 |
hair is turning grey | 2 |
strife of the good | 2 |
i bring you coloured | 2 |
is time for you | 2 |
went out by my | 2 |
the fair was on | 2 |
harm is there if | 2 |
of voices to the | 2 |
in the evening and | 2 |
tell me in words | 2 |
i cast my net | 2 |
breeze brings to my | 2 |
i long to speak | 2 |
the cage bird whispers | 2 |
the dark night i | 2 |
prince did pass by | 2 |
shall love death as | 2 |
stood and watched her | 2 |
full to the brim | 2 |
dusky path of a | 2 |
the world like a | 2 |
come to this spot | 2 |
draw my heart on | 2 |
of the listening earth | 2 |
of the sea beach | 2 |
the deepest words i | 2 |
i am a little | 2 |
i have come to | 2 |
to be lifted in | 2 |
me and went on | 2 |
at midnight the would | 2 |
to play the game | 2 |
with him if you | 2 |
are languid with the | 2 |
carries away in glee | 2 |
floating in the sky | 2 |
of your anklet bells | 2 |
lamp that lit my | 2 |
alone at night to | 2 |
finish the last song | 2 |
is coming towards you | 2 |
i do want to | 2 |
will end my singing | 2 |
in the world who | 2 |
is that your call | 2 |
green and yellow rice | 2 |
as one of the | 2 |
i pressed it to | 2 |
i was a child | 2 |
it is only twelve | 2 |
unbidden even as one | 2 |
is not the ghostly | 2 |
not what you thought | 2 |
the touch of this | 2 |
you put your wreath | 2 |
when the two sisters | 2 |
great meeting of children | 2 |
are the evening cloud | 2 |
day he comes and | 2 |
i hunt for the | 2 |
there and jingle your | 2 |
i understand why there | 2 |
at me and smile | 2 |
with the touch of | 2 |
and dropped to the | 2 |
a wandering madman was | 2 |
the mid sky and | 2 |
with the memory of | 2 |
lamp went out by | 2 |
sullen clouds are gathering | 2 |
to the heart of | 2 |
you are the silliest | 2 |
garden a blind girl | 2 |
you were milking the | 2 |
to the guests that | 2 |
her hands and press | 2 |
the day has dawned | 2 |
are the silliest child | 2 |
a glance of your | 2 |
of our terrace where | 2 |
where it was hidden | 2 |
heart longs day and | 2 |
where the barber in | 2 |
i only ask for | 2 |
why are those tears | 2 |
workman and his wife | 2 |
it lay pervading her | 2 |
days to draw my | 2 |
when i sit on | 2 |
give back the keys | 2 |
motionless overhead and the | 2 |
that father writes a | 2 |
to give you something | 2 |
i became a champa | 2 |
you to make you | 2 |
eternity upon many a | 2 |
when i come to | 2 |
press her to my | 2 |
no fear left for | 2 |
first born in the | 2 |
where do you go | 2 |
the forest dimly lit | 2 |
leave off my lessons | 2 |
heart of the listening | 2 |
out by my bed | 2 |
the sun for whom | 2 |
in the sky of | 2 |
a vanishing autumn cloud | 2 |
for the parting be | 2 |
the pleasure of my | 2 |
a young girl it | 2 |
overhead and the restless | 2 |
that it has its | 2 |
you all and take | 2 |
eyes to my face | 2 |
your willing hands i | 2 |
keep to yourself the | 2 |
it with the burning | 2 |
an unbelieving smile flits | 2 |
evening cloud floating in | 2 |
willing hands i take | 2 |
parting of your hair | 2 |
i know that the | 2 |
on the day they | 2 |
this be all true | 2 |
at my door and | 2 |
of a crescent moon | 2 |
my heart like the | 2 |
in the pathless sky | 2 |
in the trackless water | 2 |
a crescent moon touched | 2 |
it to my heart | 2 |
but i find that | 2 |
they come to this | 2 |
like the cry of | 2 |
i go alone at | 2 |
try to weave a | 2 |
evening comes with slow | 2 |
in the meanwhile the | 2 |
so faintly in my | 2 |
and eyes linger on | 2 |
to pass by our | 2 |
play the game of | 2 |
i try to clasp | 2 |
from the sky in | 2 |
hot dust of the | 2 |
where the desert of | 2 |
come and hire me | 2 |
the evening draws near | 2 |
their chorus of voices | 2 |
it comes to kiss | 2 |
last song and let | 2 |
know not what you | 2 |
among shadows of the | 2 |
in the dark and | 2 |
burden of my heart | 2 |
none lives for ever | 2 |
the green and yellow | 2 |
do not know how | 2 |
the morning i was | 2 |
pleasure of my playmate | 2 |
do you whisper so | 2 |
morning i cast my | 2 |
and take my departure | 2 |
with your basket when | 2 |
him if you are | 2 |
i am small because | 2 |
game of death to | 2 |
if this be all | 2 |
upon the eyes of | 2 |
the ducks in the | 2 |
your wreath of fresh | 2 |
why flowers are painted | 2 |
there it comes to | 2 |
coloured toys to you | 2 |
but now it is | 2 |
to hands and eyes | 2 |
i will never let | 2 |
from star to star | 2 |
sings in their tree | 2 |
fair is not over | 2 |
the guests that must | 2 |
how am i to | 2 |
waves sing meaningless ballads | 2 |
they come and ask | 2 |
and fill your pitcher | 2 |
of many distant fields | 2 |
i know i shall | 2 |
me in this world | 2 |
understand what pleasure streams | 2 |
art making me worthy | 2 |
then finish the last | 2 |
and you sit there | 2 |
to come to thy | 2 |
is abroad and children | 2 |
i went to seek | 2 |
very shame i could | 2 |
received more than i | 2 |
free me from the | 2 |
now it is the | 2 |
i kiss you to | 2 |
are not merely the | 2 |
i can see through | 2 |
does anybody know from | 2 |
hunting for the golden | 2 |
spread their mats in | 2 |
know you too easily | 2 |
freshness that blooms on | 2 |
my feet are languid | 2 |
flowers on my neck | 2 |
in the dream of | 2 |
they build my house | 2 |
i surely understand what | 2 |
yellow bird sings in | 2 |
i am like a | 2 |
the evening comes with | 2 |
shall be no fear | 2 |
if you are shy | 2 |
dark corner is out | 2 |
in my own treasure | 2 |
the lamp that lit | 2 |
how to answer them | 2 |
want to give you | 2 |
went on your way | 2 |
would be busy and | 2 |
live up in the | 2 |
nobel prize for literature | 2 |
marched back again to | 2 |
say that father writes | 2 |
the good and the | 2 |
is the pleasure of | 2 |
if it brings sorrow | 2 |
it is the same | 2 |
prince is to pass | 2 |
vase of perfumed water | 2 |
a rumour that a | 2 |
take no heed of | 2 |
signet of eternity upon | 2 |
but let me whisper | 2 |
wander through nameless lands | 2 |
not the ghostly wind | 2 |
the rush and roar | 2 |
infinite sky is motionless | 2 |
me in words what | 2 |
in my childhood i | 2 |
the fairy tale is | 2 |
the stream of the | 2 |
the clouds wrapping the | 2 |
author from the original | 2 |
i remember a day | 2 |
busy and fill your | 2 |
what is it makes | 2 |
of the sky is | 2 |
day is not yet | 2 |
trust love even if | 2 |
waits to be lifted | 2 |
and press her to | 2 |
and why waves send | 2 |
my skirt over my | 2 |
why waves send their | 2 |
you sit there smiling | 2 |
to my heart like | 2 |
streams from the sky | 2 |
is the same life | 2 |
goes out in a | 2 |
rabindranath tagore translated from | 2 |
when the mother was | 2 |
we were neighbours for | 2 |
the water is silent | 2 |
whisper so faintly in | 2 |
the feet of the | 2 |
you sit there on | 2 |
wreath of fresh flowers | 2 |
of a vanishing autumn | 2 |
me from the bonds | 2 |
am small because i | 2 |
where have i come | 2 |
it is the pleasure | 2 |
do you look at | 2 |
waves send their chorus | 2 |
not keep to yourself | 2 |
that your call again | 2 |
breeze of the south | 2 |
sky is overcast with | 2 |
travail i raised a | 2 |
all and take my | 2 |
not thee in my | 2 |
dust of the earth | 2 |
am a little child | 2 |
keys of my door | 2 |
have no word with | 2 |
i wander through nameless | 2 |
mercy upon your servant | 2 |
by asit kumar haldar | 2 |
you say that father | 2 |
a time your poet | 2 |
from where it comes | 2 |
the image of my | 2 |
one morning in the | 2 |
the holy stream of | 2 |
wealth is not yours | 2 |
madman was seeking the | 2 |
by day i float | 2 |
by the claims of | 2 |
i raised a temple | 2 |
of endless worlds is | 2 |
riverside path with the | 2 |
steps over the grass | 2 |
endless worlds the children | 2 |
in the pupils of | 2 |
press the signet of | 2 |
cloud floating in the | 2 |
i try to weave | 2 |
the smile was first | 2 |
feet are languid with | 2 |
though the evening comes | 2 |
by the author from | 2 |
i plucked your flower | 2 |
you would have it | 2 |
through the twilight sky | 2 |
i received more than | 2 |
my day on the | 2 |
come and i am | 2 |
smile was first born | 2 |
the last song and | 2 |
i do not seek | 2 |
a drawing by surendranath | 2 |
the riverside path with | 2 |
us imagine we are | 2 |
songs of the woodlands | 2 |
have i come from | 2 |
with an introduction by | 2 |
stood at the end | 2 |
young girl it lay | 2 |
to speak the deepest | 2 |
with sand and they | 2 |
was hidden so long | 2 |
soft freshness that has | 2 |
the wind carries away | 2 |
forest dimly lit with | 2 |
the handiwork of god | 2 |
i have seen thee | 2 |
left me and went | 2 |
that a young pale | 2 |
when they ask me | 2 |
in the flower garden | 2 |
a rumour that it | 2 |
and let us leave | 2 |
know the meaning of | 2 |
hands cling to hands | 2 |
the night was dark | 2 |
time for you to | 2 |
know i shall love | 2 |
the evening has come | 2 |
once upon a time | 2 |
summer breeze brings to | 2 |
i had forgotten to | 2 |
the gong sounds ten | 2 |
do not keep to | 2 |
the spring days are | 2 |
path of a dream | 2 |
by the edge of | 2 |
started up from my | 2 |
shame i could not | 2 |
you see the clouds | 2 |
give coloured toys to | 2 |
the sea surges up | 2 |
surges up with laughter | 2 |
both live in the | 2 |
day thou art making | 2 |
forgotten to braid my | 2 |
me from perils of | 2 |
the tinkling of your | 2 |
full pitcher upon your | 2 |
the great meeting of | 2 |
face to make you | 2 |
i know why there | 2 |
pressed it to my | 2 |
i know not if | 2 |
runs in the shadow | 2 |
to you all and | 2 |
and went on your | 2 |
you look at me | 2 |
the dim light of | 2 |
bring you coloured toys | 2 |
lay pervading her heart | 2 |
i have to say | 2 |
crescent moon touched the | 2 |
not come near you | 2 |
a play of colours | 2 |
endless worlds is the | 2 |
her to my breast | 2 |
smile and fill me | 2 |
net into the sea | 2 |
heart on to him | 2 |
know not if i | 2 |
and his wife from | 2 |
she raised her dark | 2 |
flower garden a blind | 2 |
of your eyes you | 2 |
why did they build | 2 |
scorching hot dust of | 2 |
the little big man | 2 |
the flower garden a | 2 |
the village slept in | 2 |
the game of death | 2 |
those tears in your | 2 |
on the scorching hot | 2 |
if baby only wanted | 2 |
what you thought of | 2 |
of me whereby i | 2 |
i love this life | 2 |
the fairy mistress of | 2 |
i leave her and | 2 |
in the sky and | 2 |
if people came to | 2 |
is honey in the | 2 |
and why fruits are | 2 |
pearl fishers dive for | 2 |
the eyes of the | 2 |
i have had my | 2 |
through the open window | 2 |
the bonds of your | 2 |
this pair of sinners | 2 |
forgive me my joy | 2 |
she is so absurdly | 2 |
your questioning eyes are | 2 |
pale beam of a | 2 |
the burden of my | 2 |
the one appears as | 2 |
in the fairy village | 2 |
all the wealth of | 2 |
we laughed and said | 2 |
each other when they | 2 |
ready for my journey | 2 |
father writes a lot | 2 |
young prince is to | 2 |
have been made immortal | 2 |
i spent my day | 2 |
brings to my body | 2 |
launched a great epic | 2 |
the fair is not | 2 |
boat of the boatman | 2 |
and fill me with | 2 |
the songs of the | 2 |
song of mine will | 2 |
in the strife of | 2 |
honey in the cup | 2 |
put your wreath of | 2 |
tame bird was in | 2 |
heart in tender and | 2 |
pitcher and come home | 2 |
forgive me my pain | 2 |
a drawing by asit | 2 |
dive in the water | 2 |
to draw my heart | 2 |
writes a lot of | 2 |
longs day and night | 2 |
is at the corner | 2 |
tender and silent mystery | 2 |
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