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trigram | frequency |
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i know not | 25 |
come to my | 19 |
in the evening | 19 |
in my heart | 18 |
i do not | 17 |
in the sky | 17 |
that is why | 17 |
in the morning | 16 |
why do you | 16 |
know not how | 15 |
on the seashore | 14 |
of my heart | 14 |
the music of | 13 |
for a moment | 12 |
the seashore of | 12 |
it is the | 12 |
to my heart | 12 |
the shadow of | 12 |
in the dark | 12 |
music of the | 12 |
do not know | 11 |
not how to | 11 |
the end of | 11 |
the depth of | 11 |
of my life | 11 |
the night is | 11 |
it is not | 10 |
and i am | 10 |
the edge of | 10 |
of the world | 10 |
go to the | 10 |
shadow of the | 10 |
of endless worlds | 9 |
to make you | 9 |
my heart and | 9 |
in the dust | 9 |
seashore of endless | 9 |
i am a | 9 |
when i am | 9 |
it is time | 9 |
they know not | 9 |
in the air | 9 |
to come to | 9 |
at the end | 9 |
in the world | 9 |
the heart of | 9 |
i try to | 9 |
the light of | 9 |
face to face | 8 |
the day is | 8 |
i long to | 8 |
a drawing by | 8 |
when i bring | 8 |
i shall never | 8 |
to fetch water | 8 |
my heart is | 8 |
of the earth | 8 |
come to you | 8 |
to my lake | 8 |
from a drawing | 8 |
in the night | 8 |
if you would | 8 |
o come to | 8 |
at my door | 8 |
of the sea | 8 |
in my life | 7 |
of the sky | 7 |
in the depth | 7 |
and it is | 7 |
stand before thee | 7 |
i have not | 7 |
is not the | 7 |
the sky and | 7 |
to my door | 7 |
of the forest | 7 |
there is no | 7 |
of the night | 7 |
there is a | 7 |
you sit there | 7 |
the morning light | 7 |
in a corner | 7 |
let me not | 7 |
of the day | 7 |
why there is | 7 |
edge of the | 7 |
that i have | 7 |
my fate has | 6 |
i have no | 6 |
of the river | 6 |
not know why | 6 |
were only a | 6 |
has not cheated | 6 |
in the shade | 6 |
fate has not | 6 |
i stand before | 6 |
where do you | 6 |
me in the | 6 |
in the fairy | 6 |
the wind is | 6 |
dust of the | 6 |
the sky is | 6 |
if you must | 6 |
let me carry | 6 |
fill your pitcher | 6 |
mind and rejoice | 6 |
does anybody know | 6 |
my door and | 6 |
that i am | 6 |
in mind and | 6 |
i wish i | 6 |
where is the | 6 |
go to fetch | 6 |
it is thy | 6 |
i shall be | 6 |
and my heart | 6 |
in my mind | 6 |
in the light | 6 |
who was it | 6 |
in the shadow | 6 |
the desert of | 6 |
forgive me my | 6 |
is time for | 6 |
she is i | 6 |
do not go | 6 |
shadows of the | 6 |
in your eyes | 6 |
and in my | 6 |
the burden of | 6 |
them on the | 6 |
my eyes and | 6 |
that in mind | 6 |
cheated me of | 6 |
me of everything | 6 |
keep that in | 6 |
not cheated me | 6 |
when in the | 6 |
on the floor | 6 |
to my breast | 6 |
the morning i | 6 |
in the wind | 6 |
in this world | 6 |
light of the | 6 |
is in the | 6 |
of a sudden | 6 |
to cast nets | 6 |
how to cast | 6 |
as you are | 6 |
of the road | 5 |
when it is | 5 |
come to me | 5 |
in many a | 5 |
know not what | 5 |
night and day | 5 |
lest i should | 5 |
in the water | 5 |
my heart in | 5 |
give me the | 5 |
have you not | 5 |
me from the | 5 |
on the day | 5 |
the joy that | 5 |
i dare not | 5 |
the land of | 5 |
i come to | 5 |
but it is | 5 |
the free bird | 5 |
over your toilet | 5 |
not loiter over | 5 |
who are you | 5 |
day after day | 5 |
your words are | 5 |
the cry of | 5 |
is like the | 5 |
have come to | 5 |
not for nothing | 5 |
if this be | 5 |
at me and | 5 |
loiter over your | 5 |
my dreams and | 5 |
me the strength | 5 |
is why i | 5 |
the young prince | 5 |
you do not | 5 |
smile of the | 5 |
the banyan tree | 5 |
i know that | 5 |
on the grass | 5 |
thee as my | 5 |
is not for | 5 |
at my face | 5 |
you are the | 5 |
heart of the | 5 |
and go to | 5 |
my heart like | 5 |
before thee face | 5 |
for me in | 5 |
of your heart | 5 |
it was the | 5 |
i did not | 5 |
by the road | 5 |
one by one | 5 |
shall i stand | 5 |
the world with | 5 |
but i dare | 5 |
pass by our | 5 |
of the evening | 5 |
thee face to | 5 |
they go to | 5 |
through the dark | 5 |
of the morning | 5 |
i have seen | 5 |
speak to me | 5 |
do not close | 5 |
say to you | 5 |
he did not | 5 |
why did the | 5 |
day and night | 5 |
the cage bird | 5 |
the secret of | 5 |
and i have | 5 |
do not loiter | 5 |
day by day | 5 |
the smile of | 5 |
the touch of | 5 |
the infinite sky | 5 |
come as you | 5 |
by our door | 5 |
i am as | 5 |
i sing to | 5 |
that i had | 5 |
i will never | 4 |
if i were | 4 |
why did he | 4 |
this sorrow in | 4 |
when i sing | 4 |
marketing is over | 4 |
whisper in your | 4 |
to the sky | 4 |
your work be | 4 |
the wealth of | 4 |
know not why | 4 |
as big as | 4 |
close your wings | 4 |
and scatter them | 4 |
give myself up | 4 |
the love of | 4 |
trees whenever they | 4 |
guest has come | 4 |
this be my | 4 |
my hand and | 4 |
thou art the | 4 |
my name is | 4 |
that flickers on | 4 |
bring sweet things | 4 |
to give you | 4 |
of the dawn | 4 |
me is simple | 4 |
endless worlds children | 4 |
in a moment | 4 |
there is the | 4 |
is why the | 4 |
as a song | 4 |
sing to make | 4 |
beauty of the | 4 |
who stands behind | 4 |
the trees whenever | 4 |
know how to | 4 |
listen to me | 4 |
to the river | 4 |
things to your | 4 |
away i cannot | 4 |
will be carried | 4 |
for the golden | 4 |
the darkness of | 4 |
lost in the | 4 |
not close your | 4 |
i bring sweet | 4 |
pale gleams the | 4 |
the bird of | 4 |
hire you with | 4 |
cannot understand them | 4 |
in one salutation | 4 |
stands behind the | 4 |
a rumour that | 4 |
is a rumour | 4 |
i cannot understand | 4 |
the pangs of | 4 |
my heart with | 4 |
ever feel that | 4 |
when you went | 4 |
in mere idle | 4 |
on and on | 4 |
be an ascetic | 4 |
o my bird | 4 |
i have to | 4 |
and in the | 4 |
the stream of | 4 |
and of the | 4 |
gleams the smile | 4 |
am as big | 4 |
you and me | 4 |
pangs of this | 4 |
and goes away | 4 |
but he did | 4 |
one salutation to | 4 |
and that is | 4 |
can never be | 4 |
of the first | 4 |
in my wakeful | 4 |
ever try to | 4 |
to you all | 4 |
the smile that | 4 |
mere idle sport | 4 |
behind the trees | 4 |
let me but | 4 |
i can see | 4 |
to my house | 4 |
turn them away | 4 |
now it is | 4 |
in the land | 4 |
i know you | 4 |
who stole sleep | 4 |
still something left | 4 |
love between you | 4 |
that thou hast | 4 |
the world has | 4 |
depth of my | 4 |
asking my leave | 4 |
choose to come | 4 |
where it was | 4 |
sweet things to | 4 |
comes and goes | 4 |
smile that flickers | 4 |
her hands and | 4 |
is known to | 4 |
make you smile | 4 |
in the courtyard | 4 |
drop on the | 4 |
in the forest | 4 |
between you and | 4 |
without asking my | 4 |
in my own | 4 |
them away i | 4 |
this love between | 4 |
like a beggar | 4 |
from the sky | 4 |
you went away | 4 |
when i come | 4 |
one of the | 4 |
be drunken and | 4 |
you call me | 4 |
because i am | 4 |
of thy music | 4 |
by the author | 4 |
and pale gleams | 4 |
when the marketing | 4 |
the corner of | 4 |
all the morning | 4 |
of this sorrow | 4 |
know where it | 4 |
my wakeful hours | 4 |
come to the | 4 |
of the flower | 4 |
words are dark | 4 |
and i shall | 4 |
stood at the | 4 |
you will be | 4 |
he is grown | 4 |
in the corner | 4 |
your greedy hands | 4 |
sorrow in my | 4 |
salutation to thee | 4 |
come out in | 4 |
the ruined temple | 4 |
make you dance | 4 |
let all my | 4 |
you ask for | 4 |
to your greedy | 4 |
have still something | 4 |
stole sleep from | 4 |
anybody know where | 4 |
dreams and in | 4 |
of your eyes | 4 |
the early morning | 4 |
the noise of | 4 |
me ever feel | 4 |
the time for | 4 |
soft freshness that | 4 |
me carry the | 4 |
time is short | 4 |
by rabindranath tagore | 4 |
when he sleeps | 4 |
in search of | 4 |
the water is | 4 |
the service of | 4 |
whenever they go | 4 |
hurry with your | 4 |
for he is | 4 |
is grown up | 4 |
with your basket | 4 |
still in the | 4 |
i am ashamed | 4 |
the beauty of | 4 |
do you hurry | 4 |
the fairy tale | 4 |
i feel the | 4 |
do you sit | 4 |
did he choose | 4 |
me in a | 4 |
the water in | 4 |
my paper boats | 4 |
shall never be | 4 |
on the shore | 4 |
in the lonely | 4 |
the side of | 4 |
lips when he | 4 |
for thee to | 4 |
simple as a | 4 |
my heart longs | 4 |
me not forget | 4 |
has not been | 4 |
only for a | 4 |
it was a | 4 |
i fear lest | 4 |
the air is | 4 |
the night was | 4 |
but i know | 4 |
he choose to | 4 |
with quick steps | 4 |
carry the pangs | 4 |
out in the | 4 |
you hurry with | 4 |
the guest has | 4 |
the name of | 4 |
and the cry | 4 |
is not yet | 4 |
you in your | 4 |
the stillness of | 4 |
never be an | 4 |
do not be | 4 |
live in the | 4 |
things that i | 4 |
and me is | 4 |
worlds children meet | 4 |
only that little | 4 |
upon my heart | 4 |
my house is | 4 |
in my dreams | 4 |
i sit on | 4 |
the golden stag | 4 |
the rustle of | 4 |
i was walking | 4 |
my life will | 4 |
drunken and go | 4 |
let your work | 4 |
let this be | 4 |
i have still | 4 |
if it were | 4 |
when i kiss | 4 |
there in the | 4 |
let only that | 4 |
it is that | 4 |
to the dogs | 4 |
let me ever | 4 |
the marketing is | 4 |
is simple as | 4 |
to my eyes | 4 |
bank of the | 4 |
is the same | 4 |
thee and me | 4 |
i will not | 4 |
in the dusk | 4 |
of the leaves | 4 |
the two sisters | 4 |
the silence of | 4 |
side of the | 4 |
with a smile | 4 |
i am the | 4 |
is the time | 3 |
by the riverside | 3 |
ducks in the | 3 |
how to swim | 3 |
for nothing he | 3 |
into his hands | 3 |
i am like | 3 |
the day to | 3 |
of all my | 3 |
night is dark | 3 |
name of our | 3 |
become the boatman | 3 |
left for me | 3 |
the pot of | 3 |
at your feet | 3 |
have to say | 3 |
from the dark | 3 |
this song of | 3 |
to be drunken | 3 |
by the side | 3 |
their play on | 3 |
from the west | 3 |
what do you | 3 |
my cottage door | 3 |
myself up at | 3 |
my bride and | 3 |
with the crowd | 3 |
with empty shells | 3 |
come in the | 3 |
walked by the | 3 |
at every step | 3 |
and my eyes | 3 |
for hidden treasures | 3 |
merchants sail in | 3 |
that it was | 3 |
withered leaves they | 3 |
children have their | 3 |
she is so | 3 |
gives birth to | 3 |
to become the | 3 |
to the brim | 3 |
the tune of | 3 |
me to go | 3 |
of the pond | 3 |
and call me | 3 |
and forgive me | 3 |
at the door | 3 |
seashore of worlds | 3 |
was it that | 3 |
hills and dales | 3 |
is sweet to | 3 |
of my own | 3 |
the strength to | 3 |
in the meanwhile | 3 |
i could give | 3 |
the flood of | 3 |
out to me | 3 |
in the ditch | 3 |
i have been | 3 |
houses with sand | 3 |
and no one | 3 |
and they play | 3 |
bird of the | 3 |
i asked nothing | 3 |
they are the | 3 |
edge of a | 3 |
back again to | 3 |
you should do | 3 |
me if this | 3 |
they seek not | 3 |
the dusk of | 3 |
the river is | 3 |
in the west | 3 |
their houses with | 3 |
that life is | 3 |
i think of | 3 |
i was alone | 3 |
bow to you | 3 |
among the poorest | 3 |
i give up | 3 |
i call them | 3 |
and the thirteen | 3 |
the window and | 3 |
your heart and | 3 |
my face in | 3 |
time for me | 3 |
come to us | 3 |
feel that i | 3 |
they weave their | 3 |
of the sun | 3 |
pot of the | 3 |
i am only | 3 |
the gardener of | 3 |
to thee in | 3 |
your baby is | 3 |
we would not | 3 |
but i am | 3 |
know why there | 3 |
i was a | 3 |
pleasure and pain | 3 |
i will hire | 3 |
who is there | 3 |
with the burden | 3 |
my eyes are | 3 |
know your art | 3 |
to the market | 3 |
was walking by | 3 |
shame with a | 3 |
is it true | 3 |
by my side | 3 |
free me from | 3 |
end of the | 3 |
spent in the | 3 |
i shall come | 3 |
only some said | 3 |
them and say | 3 |
ask for all | 3 |
why they call | 3 |
free bird cries | 3 |
how can i | 3 |
long to go | 3 |
the folk who | 3 |
at thy door | 3 |
have no time | 3 |
of his life | 3 |
of thy flute | 3 |
to fill my | 3 |
for the morning | 3 |
that one has | 3 |
come out of | 3 |
in your ear | 3 |
me to shame | 3 |
i should not | 3 |
all the village | 3 |
and bless him | 3 |
water in the | 3 |
our life is | 3 |
give up my | 3 |
day on the | 3 |
song of mine | 3 |
not for hidden | 3 |
thus it is | 3 |
your face and | 3 |
i ever forget | 3 |
are my own | 3 |
you came down | 3 |
of the eternal | 3 |
with the full | 3 |
play on the | 3 |
was it coloured | 3 |
day in the | 3 |
murmur of the | 3 |
out the lamp | 3 |
will come out | 3 |
i bow to | 3 |
smilingly float them | 3 |
i know your | 3 |
when i give | 3 |
why did you | 3 |
there are no | 3 |
they call our | 3 |
to catch the | 3 |
of the tree | 3 |
and the water | 3 |
done and the | 3 |
on your eyes | 3 |
fishers dive for | 3 |
and the time | 3 |
all that one | 3 |
dive for pearls | 3 |
the shore and | 3 |
little be left | 3 |
sail in their | 3 |
children gather pebbles | 3 |
seven seas and | 3 |
in the distant | 3 |
in my arms | 3 |
on your way | 3 |
they have their | 3 |
the gloom of | 3 |
thou hast made | 3 |
o lord of | 3 |
down in the | 3 |
boatman of the | 3 |
the murmur of | 3 |
they call you | 3 |
but let me | 3 |
her name is | 3 |
i shall become | 3 |
with withered leaves | 3 |
thirteen rivers of | 3 |
are the same | 3 |
seen in the | 3 |
and ask me | 3 |
i know well | 3 |
and the rain | 3 |
turn your face | 3 |
the lamp of | 3 |
strife of the | 3 |
i should like | 3 |
tell me if | 3 |
it may be | 3 |
eyes to my | 3 |
know that the | 3 |
to me in | 3 |
deity of the | 3 |
from end to | 3 |
in the pond | 3 |
to speak the | 3 |
are lost in | 3 |
baby is silly | 3 |
the thirteen rivers | 3 |
in their ships | 3 |
where the pot | 3 |
cry of the | 3 |
coloured that little | 3 |
bird was in | 3 |
you come and | 3 |
be left of | 3 |
in the river | 3 |
and see thy | 3 |
rabindranath tagore translated | 3 |
in all my | 3 |
me with a | 3 |
anjan they call | 3 |
all claims to | 3 |
the lamp went | 3 |
keen call of | 3 |
you have no | 3 |
of our village | 3 |
at last into | 3 |
call our river | 3 |
only waiting for | 3 |
of the tulsi | 3 |
know thee as | 3 |
in the road | 3 |
the boatman of | 3 |
they play with | 3 |
sitting in the | 3 |
of the water | 3 |
in your hand | 3 |
dweller in my | 3 |
and anjan they | 3 |
gloom of the | 3 |
sleep that flits | 3 |
the dust of | 3 |
day is done | 3 |
that little frock | 3 |
pebbles and scatter | 3 |
at thy feet | 3 |
i shall cross | 3 |
seas and the | 3 |
no time to | 3 |
the world and | 3 |
and the morning | 3 |
up into the | 3 |
it is my | 3 |
when i sit | 3 |
is not over | 3 |
bird sings in | 3 |
stillness of the | 3 |
you would be | 3 |
do you hear | 3 |
i have my | 3 |
you from the | 3 |
of the far | 3 |
must you go | 3 |
the riverside path | 3 |
service of the | 3 |
because of the | 3 |
door and asked | 3 |
the keen call | 3 |
on both sides | 3 |
lamp went out | 3 |
by day i | 3 |
have their play | 3 |
have not been | 3 |
am grown up | 3 |
in the earth | 3 |
let not the | 3 |
put me to | 3 |
will be the | 3 |
lend me your | 3 |
for all that | 3 |
you coloured toys | 3 |
put out the | 3 |
and you will | 3 |
only a little | 3 |
to each other | 3 |
is all dark | 3 |
rob me of | 3 |
know not the | 3 |
day when you | 3 |
i must know | 3 |
at my cottage | 3 |
i come back | 3 |
to shame with | 3 |
it to my | 3 |
dream of a | 3 |
waiting for love | 3 |
on the dust | 3 |
at the window | 3 |
it was mid | 3 |
words i have | 3 |
is that why | 3 |
the blue sky | 3 |
i shall tell | 3 |
i woke up | 3 |
is there to | 3 |
to the earth | 3 |
the shore of | 3 |
glance at me | 3 |
village is khanjan | 3 |
for fear you | 3 |
an hundred years | 3 |
sweet with the | 3 |
because he is | 3 |
there is none | 3 |
shore of the | 3 |
secret of your | 3 |
for love to | 3 |
in the endless | 3 |
the shade of | 3 |
in the heart | 3 |
walking by the | 3 |
from the original | 3 |
noise of the | 3 |
the lamp that | 3 |
i were a | 3 |
shall ever try | 3 |
when i go | 3 |
it is evening | 3 |
the cover of | 3 |
to give myself | 3 |
leaves they weave | 3 |
call of thy | 3 |
you with my | 3 |
of all things | 3 |
the full moon | 3 |
float them on | 3 |
the sea of | 3 |
do you not | 3 |
in thine own | 3 |
folk who live | 3 |
he it is | 3 |
sound of the | 3 |
will hire you | 3 |
depth of the | 3 |
when i have | 3 |
and her name | 3 |
dark and lonesome | 3 |
the sun goes | 3 |
my song will | 3 |
i cast my | 3 |
am only waiting | 3 |
wish i were | 3 |
while children gather | 3 |
me your light | 3 |
darkness of night | 3 |
that it has | 3 |
the glow of | 3 |
of the village | 3 |
our village is | 3 |
fear you should | 3 |
like to become | 3 |
thee in my | 3 |
all dark and | 3 |
the stars are | 3 |
seek not for | 3 |
should do so | 3 |
their boats and | 3 |
i sit and | 3 |
it is a | 3 |
the night and | 3 |
big as father | 3 |
play with empty | 3 |
by nandalall bose | 3 |
in the early | 3 |
on all sides | 3 |
is like a | 3 |
i shall bring | 3 |
she raised her | 3 |
scatter them again | 3 |
goes out in | 3 |
bride and i | 3 |
that there is | 3 |
land of the | 3 |
my parting word | 3 |
you walked by | 3 |
the strife of | 3 |
in the village | 3 |
on the water | 3 |
i know i | 3 |
house is all | 3 |
i knew not | 3 |
from the earth | 3 |
i am grown | 3 |
and the lamp | 3 |
rivers of fairyland | 3 |
end to end | 3 |
the original bengali | 3 |
up in the | 3 |
the gong sounds | 3 |
name is known | 3 |
the eyes of | 3 |
you put me | 3 |
eyes of the | 3 |
silence of the | 3 |
drawing by nandalall | 3 |
up from the | 3 |
out on the | 3 |
i am to | 3 |
that we have | 3 |
of gold and | 3 |
the vast deep | 3 |
when the day | 3 |
do you put | 3 |
with a look | 3 |
with empty hands | 3 |
known to all | 3 |
not forget for | 3 |
it is no | 3 |
the sleep that | 3 |
on the vast | 3 |
it is only | 3 |
this is my | 3 |
your feet with | 3 |
laughed and said | 3 |
up at last | 3 |
forget for a | 3 |
i tried to | 3 |
to your heart | 3 |
the bonds of | 3 |
should like to | 3 |
terrace where the | 3 |
is my own | 3 |
boats and smilingly | 3 |
it coloured that | 3 |
tulsi plant stands | 3 |
is done and | 3 |
whereby i may | 3 |
that flits on | 3 |
i will keep | 3 |
those who have | 3 |
call them and | 3 |
it were only | 3 |
to the world | 3 |
known to my | 3 |
world of the | 3 |
name is ranjan | 3 |
end of my | 3 |
love to give | 3 |
the sight of | 3 |
i were only | 3 |
for me to | 3 |
and smilingly float | 3 |
from my heart | 3 |
road in the | 3 |
to cross the | 3 |
not a word | 3 |
the shadows of | 3 |
in your heart | 3 |
sit in the | 3 |
the tulsi plant | 3 |
that why they | 3 |
with your hands | 3 |
the pathless sky | 3 |
wish i could | 3 |
the shepherd boy | 3 |
the spring days | 3 |
eyes are sad | 3 |
last into his | 3 |
they come and | 3 |
for time is | 3 |
gather pebbles and | 3 |
to all the | 3 |
again and again | 3 |
and if you | 3 |
the full pitcher | 3 |
of the common | 3 |
build their houses | 3 |
o the keen | 3 |
and take my | 3 |
the evening the | 3 |
the further bank | 3 |
at my window | 3 |
the sky in | 3 |
the seven seas | 3 |
of thee and | 3 |
hours pass by | 3 |
into the sky | 3 |
with the burning | 3 |
lose sight of | 3 |
at the edge | 3 |
to the stars | 3 |
me all the | 3 |
the songs of | 3 |
i shall ever | 3 |
what is it | 3 |
come and take | 3 |
be my parting | 3 |
you are my | 3 |
of the ruined | 3 |
and i know | 3 |
weave their boats | 3 |
for the one | 3 |
that little be | 3 |
time for the | 3 |
the mother was | 2 |
village among shadows | 2 |
for last kind | 2 |
the rustling of | 2 |
eternity upon many | 2 |
glance of your | 2 |
back to their | 2 |
i shall know | 2 |
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