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quadgram | frequency |
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smallest of them all | 19 |
the smallest of them | 19 |
the lonely of heart | 15 |
nobody gets old and | 12 |
where nobody gets old | 12 |
to the tune of | 12 |
in the shape of | 10 |
the back of the | 9 |
a knock at the | 9 |
a murmuring in the | 9 |
murmuring in the leaves | 9 |
in the name of | 8 |
lonely of heart is | 8 |
at the foot of | 8 |
the five little ones | 8 |
the end of the | 8 |
i should never have | 8 |
of heart is withered | 8 |
how do you do | 8 |
heart is withered away | 8 |
at the same time | 7 |
knock at the door | 7 |
that is to say | 7 |
for the blue bird | 7 |
what are you doing | 7 |
of pyramus and thisbe | 7 |
the shape of a | 7 |
a tongue that is | 6 |
what do you say | 6 |
before the curtain representing | 6 |
the blue bird is | 6 |
the foot of the | 6 |
dance upon the mountains | 6 |
old and bitter of | 6 |
do you see the | 6 |
at the end of | 6 |
i should like to | 6 |
have the blue bird | 6 |
the land of memory | 6 |
the abode of the | 6 |
the matter with them | 6 |
they all go out | 6 |
the tune of the | 6 |
and dance upon the | 6 |
for a moment and | 6 |
and bitter of tongue | 6 |
i want to go | 6 |
that the blue bird | 6 |
there is nothing to | 6 |
of palamon and arcite | 6 |
the tricks of the | 5 |
the curtain representing the | 5 |
blows over the lonely | 5 |
the joy of understanding | 5 |
and the lonely of | 5 |
the top of the | 5 |
nothing to do with | 5 |
is the happiness of | 5 |
the wind blows over | 5 |
the song of the | 5 |
i do not know | 5 |
wind blows out of | 5 |
you like to see | 5 |
little one go away | 5 |
in front of the | 5 |
i beg your pardon | 5 |
the souls of the | 5 |
in the midst of | 5 |
the gates of the | 5 |
but i also love | 5 |
kingdom of the future | 5 |
of the gates of | 5 |
going up to the | 5 |
blows out of the | 5 |
the kingdom of the | 5 |
the wind blows out | 5 |
the happiness of the | 5 |
wind blows over the | 5 |
would you like to | 5 |
by the name of | 5 |
of one of the | 5 |
what do you think | 5 |
out of the gates | 5 |
over the lonely of | 5 |
do you love me | 5 |
from the back of | 5 |
i shall always be | 5 |
tyltyl but i also | 5 |
i have never seen | 5 |
the matter with you | 5 |
gates of the day | 5 |
i am going to | 5 |
because your heart is | 4 |
faeries dance in a | 4 |
let me kiss you | 4 |
the child what is | 4 |
out on the left | 4 |
what have you been | 4 |
end of the hall | 4 |
at the sight of | 4 |
how beautiful it is | 4 |
good luck into the | 4 |
your heart is old | 4 |
for the first time | 4 |
go out on the | 4 |
how lovely they are | 4 |
evil on the house | 4 |
what do you mean | 4 |
has laughed and murmured | 4 |
dance in a place | 4 |
the names of the | 4 |
run on the top | 4 |
and sing of a | 4 |
how pretty they are | 4 |
fate and time and | 4 |
the little blue child | 4 |
other end of the | 4 |
the child with the | 4 |
from right to left | 4 |
in the middle of | 4 |
the great mendicant and | 4 |
is the matter with | 4 |
the columns in the | 4 |
the middle of the | 4 |
that he should be | 4 |
the other end of | 4 |
gets old and crafty | 4 |
me out of this | 4 |
i heard a reed | 4 |
the door on the | 4 |
the beginning of the | 4 |
even the old are | 4 |
upon the mountains like | 4 |
white arms in the | 4 |
i want to know | 4 |
a reed of coolaney | 4 |
the wind has laughed | 4 |
laughed and murmured and | 4 |
they hear the wind | 4 |
tyltyl and mytyl are | 4 |
and here is the | 4 |
the name of all | 4 |
a little queer old | 4 |
sing of a land | 4 |
feet in a ring | 4 |
gets old and godly | 4 |
land where even the | 4 |
the wise are merry | 4 |
where even the old | 4 |
while the faeries dance | 4 |
top of the dishevelled | 4 |
a land where even | 4 |
no more do i | 4 |
luck into the house | 4 |
the mountains like a | 4 |
and crafty and wise | 4 |
old and godly and | 4 |
in a place apart | 4 |
i choose this one | 4 |
wind has laughed and | 4 |
too many of them | 4 |
white feet in a | 4 |
the old are fair | 4 |
mountains like a flame | 4 |
child with the melons | 4 |
back of the hall | 4 |
tricks of the fairy | 4 |
on the top of | 4 |
columns in the foreground | 4 |
we have no time | 4 |
are merry of tongue | 4 |
arms in the air | 4 |
what a lot of | 4 |
take me out of | 4 |
go out this way | 4 |
underneath that greenwood spray | 4 |
gets old and bitter | 4 |
how old are you | 4 |
wise are merry of | 4 |
of thomas of erceldoune | 4 |
i would like to | 4 |
out of this dull | 4 |
by the hand and | 4 |
the children who are | 4 |
of a land where | 4 |
but i heard a | 4 |
and even the wise | 4 |
we shall have to | 4 |
would like to dance | 4 |
what is the matter | 4 |
the faeries dance in | 4 |
heard a reed of | 4 |
for they hear the | 4 |
hear the wind laugh | 4 |
reprinted in this book | 4 |
reed of coolaney say | 4 |
and godly and grave | 4 |
even the wise are | 4 |
of huon of bordeaux | 4 |
and the six girls | 4 |
of the four lovers | 4 |
and time and change | 4 |
they are going to | 4 |
tongue that is too | 4 |
of the fairy called | 4 |
of the knightes tale | 4 |
there are too many | 4 |
of the dishevelled tide | 4 |
there are many more | 4 |
a lot of them | 4 |
yon is the way | 4 |
tyltyl turns the diamond | 4 |
and murmured and sung | 4 |
tyltyl what do you | 4 |
old and crafty and | 4 |
i am the joy | 3 |
at the back of | 3 |
the dog and the | 3 |
will go with you | 3 |
tyltyl who are those | 3 |
mytyl what are those | 3 |
you have been very | 3 |
time of the day | 3 |
are the luxury of | 3 |
destiny and the six | 3 |
of seeing what is | 3 |
i have to say | 3 |
in the light of | 3 |
going to the great | 3 |
what is he saying | 3 |
come out of the | 3 |
things and the animals | 3 |
door on the right | 3 |
what am i to | 3 |
and murmur and sing | 3 |
come and look at | 3 |
at the top of | 3 |
at the other end | 3 |
and the luxury of | 3 |
the things and the | 3 |
for all your pleasures | 3 |
the joy of seeing | 3 |
the luxury of understanding | 3 |
foot of the cupboard | 3 |
mad merry pranks of | 3 |
curtain representing the milky | 3 |
running barefoot in the | 3 |
to the great peasant | 3 |
shall always be there | 3 |
is nothing to be | 3 |
should never have known | 3 |
what have you done | 3 |
enter tyltyl and light | 3 |
the great peasant and | 3 |
abode of the ancestors | 3 |
not one of those | 3 |
one of the children | 3 |
for milk and fire | 3 |
legend of good women | 3 |
grass with your quick | 3 |
the mad merry pranks | 3 |
the way to heaven | 3 |
to do is to | 3 |
there was not one | 3 |
are you coming with | 3 |
goes into the next | 3 |
as we shall see | 3 |
appears to have been | 3 |
there many of them | 3 |
sing for all your | 3 |
of the fairy queen | 3 |
now that we are | 3 |
we do not see | 3 |
the king of the | 3 |
turned himself into a | 3 |
abode of the children | 3 |
i must kiss you | 3 |
alexander teixeira de mattos | 3 |
what does that mean | 3 |
who is very ill | 3 |
i am always the | 3 |
but we cannot see | 3 |
romance of thomas of | 3 |
see that i have | 3 |
have nothing to do | 3 |
to the temple of | 3 |
the palace of night | 3 |
the two noble kinsmen | 3 |
doubt as to the | 3 |
to do with the | 3 |
make a ring on | 3 |
the face of the | 3 |
should never have thought | 3 |
what are they doing | 3 |
and waters and pale | 3 |
the oak is that | 3 |
are too many of | 3 |
went to the temple | 3 |
am very glad to | 3 |
the key in the | 3 |
to be afraid of | 3 |
am i to do | 3 |
joy of being just | 3 |
the fairy have you | 3 |
luxury of understanding nothing | 3 |
murmur and sing of | 3 |
how nice he looks | 3 |
milk and fire upon | 3 |
representing the milky way | 3 |
the joy of being | 3 |
the right to choose | 3 |
glad to see you | 3 |
do what you will | 3 |
it is too late | 3 |
we have to do | 3 |
happiness of running barefoot | 3 |
you will no longer | 3 |
i am very glad | 3 |
each other by the | 3 |
of ogier the dane | 3 |
laugh and murmur and | 3 |
of orpheus and eurydice | 3 |
an end of it | 3 |
dog and the cat | 3 |
up from the back | 3 |
the first child i | 3 |
coming out of the | 3 |
i will give you | 3 |
am the joy of | 3 |
are there many of | 3 |
back of the halls | 3 |
have fallen from the | 3 |
to the next door | 3 |
the soul of sugar | 3 |
on the third day | 3 |
legend of pyramus and | 3 |
between the columns in | 3 |
have no time to | 3 |
the end of time | 3 |
in the form of | 3 |
am always the same | 3 |
joy of maternal love | 3 |
in the forest and | 3 |
the midst of them | 3 |
from the table and | 3 |
on a may eve | 3 |
the legend of pyramus | 3 |
of them there are | 3 |
going to the next | 3 |
the six girls and | 3 |
i shall be the | 3 |
in his arms and | 3 |
how good it is | 3 |
take a few steps | 3 |
and clasping his knees | 3 |
as soon as you | 3 |
not blame her greatly | 3 |
on the left is | 3 |
the romance of thomas | 3 |
the luxury of being | 3 |
the opening of the | 3 |
than the eagle cock | 3 |
fairy mythology of shakespeare | 3 |
song of the nightingales | 3 |
got the blue bird | 3 |
push back the door | 3 |
seest thou now yon | 3 |
in a sort of | 3 |
see nothing at all | 3 |
merry pranks of robin | 3 |
and look at the | 3 |
he has put on | 3 |
that you are not | 3 |
i also love the | 3 |
i will go with | 3 |
waters and pale lights | 3 |
with your quick measures | 3 |
joy of seeing what | 3 |
at the bottom of | 3 |
we are going to | 3 |
must be one of | 3 |
do not blame her | 3 |
i should think so | 3 |
and turn the sapphire | 3 |
do you recognise me | 3 |
of the blue bird | 3 |
barefoot in the dew | 3 |
out his hand to | 3 |
queen of the fairies | 3 |
have you been doing | 3 |
the king and queen | 3 |
until the end of | 3 |
the wind laugh and | 3 |
story of palamon and | 3 |
i quite agree with | 3 |
the soul of the | 3 |
we are very happy | 3 |
seeing what is beautiful | 3 |
fairy king and queen | 3 |
another little one go | 3 |
the name of philostrate | 3 |
pranks of robin good | 3 |
when i went away | 3 |
in the blue bird | 3 |
into the next room | 3 |
the story of palamon | 3 |
is the joy of | 3 |
bread i quite agree | 3 |
into the power of | 3 |
we cannot see beyond | 3 |
the left is the | 3 |
and the little ones | 3 |
i told you so | 3 |
wind laugh and murmur | 3 |
as we have seen | 3 |
i will go and | 3 |
of running barefoot in | 3 |
that he could not | 3 |
key in the lock | 3 |
plot of the four | 3 |
may be seen in | 3 |
nothing to be done | 3 |
what we have to | 3 |
how beautiful she is | 3 |
do you think of | 3 |
thought of calvary trouble | 2 |
made an end of | 2 |
puts her arms about | 2 |
she came near i | 2 |
tire of winds and | 2 |
or had my father | 2 |
how did you get | 2 |
thin knuckles on the | 2 |
let no thought of | 2 |
tyltyl i tell you | 2 |
a fly dancing in | 2 |
we do not know | 2 |
which closes again behind | 2 |
i never saw her | 2 |
of the very hand | 2 |
knocking at the door | 2 |
i will instruct you | 2 |
the good people by | 2 |
that all things trouble | 2 |
are the happiness of | 2 |
what is in here | 2 |
at the siege of | 2 |
heavens above us like | 2 |
spirit still walk by | 2 |
who is the ruler | 2 |
i have told you | 2 |
looking for the blue | 2 |
what i have to | 2 |
neighbours and were glad | 2 |
the knives and spread | 2 |
when i will and | 2 |
who ride the winds | 2 |
well how calling the | 2 |
edge of a forest | 2 |
of the children the | 2 |
age bring the red | 2 |
of the closed shutters | 2 |
with the story of | 2 |
a pimple on her | 2 |
her parents are to | 2 |
little round of deeds | 2 |
from the waste beyond | 2 |
round of deeds and | 2 |
abroad in the boisterous | 2 |
produced at a time | 2 |
the young must sigh | 2 |
have said wicked things | 2 |
the sources and analogues | 2 |
come out for a | 2 |
a king of ireland | 2 |
to the good i | 2 |
up my last days | 2 |
i am no such | 2 |
that she is waiting | 2 |
you coming with us | 2 |
curtain act v scene | 2 |
warm heart for ever | 2 |
women leave old paths | 2 |
by and they grew | 2 |
go with the children | 2 |
went by and they | 2 |
the cross will keep | 2 |
old way through love | 2 |
i keep you in | 2 |
and dream and hope | 2 |
a score of times | 2 |
heart that was most | 2 |
idle when i will | 2 |
a little old woman | 2 |
opens and discloses the | 2 |
week to clover hill | 2 |
of a man turned | 2 |
glad that i was | 2 |
the curtain parts and | 2 |
since you have come | 2 |
fallen from the celtic | 2 |
it through the door | 2 |
it is just possible | 2 |
enraptured quiet of the | 2 |
the young are idle | 2 |
the freedom i have | 2 |
second child i shall | 2 |
and dew with no | 2 |
out of the cold | 2 |
am no such thing | 2 |
will trip it up | 2 |
came near i thought | 2 |
other by the hand | 2 |
and what about me | 2 |
them for a moment | 2 |
is it my fault | 2 |
godly and too grave | 2 |
of no common rate | 2 |
and at his departure | 2 |
makes the world go | 2 |
of every pretty face | 2 |
the end of which | 2 |
over much at all | 2 |
for me and for | 2 |
how happy i feel | 2 |
were not made by | 2 |
out of the very | 2 |
are so young and | 2 |
the grove where palamon | 2 |
to himself and to | 2 |
are you doing here | 2 |
dying embers of a | 2 |
young may lie in | 2 |
evil upon the house | 2 |
light they are the | 2 |
looks are all the | 2 |
one with the other | 2 |
the house that gives | 2 |
since the beginning of | 2 |
grow like the rest | 2 |
would be no use | 2 |
of fire and dew | 2 |
looking at the wall | 2 |
one of the many | 2 |
but now the indissoluble | 2 |
six girls and destiny | 2 |
what are you reading | 2 |
with ribbons on your | 2 |
hundred acres of good | 2 |
is to be their | 2 |
the mysteries of love | 2 |
like their neighbours and | 2 |
point of the story | 2 |
want to go home | 2 |
we should never be | 2 |
the great ancestor but | 2 |
but the lawless angels | 2 |
i want to stay | 2 |
that they will not | 2 |
give you a kiss | 2 |
folk like us would | 2 |
lay the knives and | 2 |
when she came near | 2 |
tricks in this manner | 2 |
himself like to the | 2 |
you are so young | 2 |
see what you do | 2 |
the great ancestor and | 2 |
in the kingdom of | 2 |
which man does not | 2 |
alone in the world | 2 |
the name of your | 2 |
you some new milk | 2 |
the reeds and the | 2 |
biggest luxuries of the | 2 |
she knows no better | 2 |
love and my captivity | 2 |
they are the children | 2 |
for poor folk like | 2 |
you grow like the | 2 |
beginning of the world | 2 |
in a conciliatory tone | 2 |
heart with merry words | 2 |
come the wrecked angels | 2 |
king and queen of | 2 |
when you know her | 2 |
listen to her dreamy | 2 |
have you had enough | 2 |
have power until the | 2 |
is the best of | 2 |
and for my pranks | 2 |
classical story of orpheus | 2 |
the priest and lets | 2 |
cannot know how naughty | 2 |
that old book down | 2 |
care i how fair | 2 |
smoke coiling from the | 2 |
boy could blarney him | 2 |
kind tongue too full | 2 |
in the morning he | 2 |
on the wall hangs | 2 |
my need doth make | 2 |
go out by the | 2 |
of the sky with | 2 |
opening of the knightes | 2 |
the first fytte is | 2 |
right at the back | 2 |
to open the door | 2 |
i take this one | 2 |
for i have never | 2 |
there never was such | 2 |
of winds and waters | 2 |
bed and dream and | 2 |
not made by rats | 2 |
the tongue and face | 2 |
lawless angels see that | 2 |
of the chamber to | 2 |
them with light hopes | 2 |
and the happiness of | 2 |
shuddering and half joyous | 2 |
come into this barony | 2 |
when you are not | 2 |
tyltyl what is that | 2 |
down beside me here | 2 |
and if you promise | 2 |
the stage remains empty | 2 |
the light of the | 2 |
her by the hand | 2 |
proofing methods and tools | 2 |
such angels knock upon | 2 |
and wrangle over butter | 2 |
always the most beautiful | 2 |
milk is ready now | 2 |
makers and the like | 2 |
mummy tyl what are | 2 |
the biggest luxuries of | 2 |
shaped himself like to | 2 |
returns with the honey | 2 |
all kinds of ribbons | 2 |
of the one crucified | 2 |
has put on the | 2 |
i will undertake to | 2 |
light what is it | 2 |
which were not made | 2 |
the slender weed that | 2 |
and all the nine | 2 |
do it on purpose | 2 |
the dear name of | 2 |
we have done what | 2 |
hope must fall from | 2 |
the holy martyrs and | 2 |
this loving couple to | 2 |
but in no way | 2 |
her in out of | 2 |
how fair she be | 2 |
she took that old | 2 |
crucifix and shrieks and | 2 |
is what i have | 2 |
upon the next scene | 2 |
is an improved edition | 2 |
and for her sake | 2 |
i seem to recognise | 2 |
in the dewy shadow | 2 |
to the hour for | 2 |
stay with my little | 2 |
too godly and too | 2 |
take him for a | 2 |
know what they are | 2 |
have all the freedom | 2 |
to see you smile | 2 |
is the great joy | 2 |
fairy on the contrary | 2 |
curtain representing the edge | 2 |
one of the windows | 2 |
all kinds of evil | 2 |
what care i how | 2 |
i will see that | 2 |
of weddings and of | 2 |
who died and rose | 2 |
bring good luck into | 2 |
the blue bird and | 2 |
an orator making a | 2 |
mother was quite cross | 2 |
is a serious moment | 2 |
sees the crucifix and | 2 |
work as some do | 2 |
may have all kinds | 2 |
great mendicant and the | 2 |
i shall have to | 2 |
so nimbly do we | 2 |
you like me to | 2 |
or where stars walk | 2 |
the world were mine | 2 |
tune of the jovial | 2 |
call me by the | 2 |
do they go out | 2 |
smile watching it crumble | 2 |
them must drive through | 2 |
you would have it | 2 |
we have a hundred | 2 |
the blessed quicken wood | 2 |
and it may be | 2 |
the door of the | 2 |
of the son of | 2 |
walk in the night | 2 |
the light wind blowing | 2 |
should not fill your | 2 |
to the two children | 2 |
the world and who | 2 |
tongues bring no captivity | 2 |
out of the window | 2 |
i can see that | 2 |
a cloudy blossoming of | 2 |
i was courteous to | 2 |
or the light wind | 2 |
from the bridge by | 2 |
wise because your heart | 2 |
it is time to | 2 |
of your own heart | 2 |
we shall have a | 2 |
eleventh and twelfth centuries | 2 |
they have power until | 2 |
the chief of the | 2 |
it seems to me | 2 |
the lawless angels see | 2 |
the interior of a | 2 |
a way none trod | 2 |
and cover it out | 2 |
away where nobody can | 2 |
many a dream and | 2 |
die for half a | 2 |
through many a dream | 2 |
her more bread and | 2 |
still walk by my | 2 |
shall go with me | 2 |
were mine to give | 2 |
with crest of gold | 2 |
be supposed to have | 2 |
full of silver and | 2 |
with dreams none other | 2 |
himself and to the | 2 |
keep you in the | 2 |
feel content and wisdom | 2 |
it was i who | 2 |
go back into the | 2 |
to the dresser and | 2 |
the luxury of satisfied | 2 |
i heard other small | 2 |
what do they want | 2 |
little good he got | 2 |
there is also a | 2 |
out by the window | 2 |
that is our blessed | 2 |
the branch of blessed | 2 |
to dance with them | 2 |
i will and idle | 2 |
is a poem in | 2 |
and blessed bread under | 2 |
up against the door | 2 |
because she is so | 2 |
looks shyly at the | 2 |
this mighty spirit alone | 2 |
as an epithet of | 2 |
tyltyl what is it | 2 |
will keep all harm | 2 |
little man with the | 2 |
from maddening freedom and | 2 |
stage remains empty for | 2 |
came last week to | 2 |
it would be no | 2 |
never have known you | 2 |
because of the fairy | 2 |
the palace of happiness | 2 |
ride upon the winds | 2 |
the whole of the | 2 |
beheld that lady gay | 2 |
if i may say | 2 |
the wind is blowing | 2 |
naughty your words are | 2 |
shyly at the priest | 2 |
to talk wickedly of | 2 |
away your dreams of | 2 |
blinks and blinks on | 2 |
the children of the | 2 |
that i have not | 2 |
tune of what care | 2 |
you do their work | 2 |
the one of the | 2 |
has a pimple on | 2 |
and you behold the | 2 |
trip it up and | 2 |
have made a mistake | 2 |
heaven be rolled up | 2 |
are in a hurry | 2 |
the nuptials of theseus | 2 |
scene is laid in | 2 |
die at the end | 2 |
as to make a | 2 |
came to visit her | 2 |
about all this later | 2 |
when the wind has | 2 |
i have a stocking | 2 |
some strangers came last | 2 |
they have power upon | 2 |
kinds of evil on | 2 |
of drowsy love and | 2 |
an improved edition of | 2 |
goes out to the | 2 |
by alexander teixeira de | 2 |
interior of a wood | 2 |
when i am dead | 2 |
future in the blue | 2 |
king of the three | 2 |
and they have power | 2 |
to shawn and you | 2 |
the threshold of the | 2 |
refuge with the miseries | 2 |
have come into this | 2 |
a ladder leads up | 2 |
to the winter of | 2 |
in the county of | 2 |
is too crafty and | 2 |
and out of his | 2 |
light not at all | 2 |
could make you ride | 2 |
it filled his house | 2 |
some other girls restless | 2 |
it is only a | 2 |
your heart with dreams | 2 |
of this warm little | 2 |
have been very good | 2 |
oldest thing under the | 2 |
is that of the | 2 |
from head to foot | 2 |
you ride upon the | 2 |
children who are to | 2 |
my wife a bit | 2 |
i am on earth | 2 |
yet i could make | 2 |
the blue bird a | 2 |
the candles that i | 2 |
the grass with your | 2 |
she is still there | 2 |
who goes with them | 2 |
hopes and heavy dreams | 2 |
work when i will | 2 |
wrecked angels and set | 2 |
i find a slut | 2 |
as best he can | 2 |
for old bridget there | 2 |
in love with mortals | 2 |
creed concerning supernatural beings | 2 |
in the eleventh and | 2 |
has nothing to do | 2 |
goes with them must | 2 |
dresser and fills a | 2 |
have to do is | 2 |
moans had she to | 2 |
that will teach you | 2 |
the child what does | 2 |
here are the luxury | 2 |
and crowd the enraptured | 2 |
the red flare again | 2 |
that was most proud | 2 |
methods and tools were | 2 |
often lie awake thinking | 2 |
everything in the world | 2 |
in this piteous case | 2 |
two gentlemen of verona | 2 |
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the edge of a | 2 |
music blowing in the | 2 |
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quite cross before you | 2 |
recessed fireplace containing the | 2 |
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your dreams of discontent | 2 |
the queen of the | 2 |
the shutters and the | 2 |
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change done well for | 2 |
get into the tap | 2 |
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to dance now i | 2 |
the one with the | 2 |
the romance of huon | 2 |
the very hand of | 2 |
more bread and honey | 2 |
little bird with silver | 2 |
he who died and | 2 |
bruin opens it and | 2 |
young and tender stalk | 2 |
i would never have | 2 |
as you shall hear | 2 |
bait them with light | 2 |
luxury of satisfied vanity | 2 |
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angels see that door | 2 |
pride comes knocking with | 2 |
him in this manner | 2 |
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out of the dawn | 2 |
the door at the | 2 |
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messengers for milk and | 2 |
now the indissoluble sacrament | 2 |
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the fire to warm | 2 |
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bring the red flare | 2 |
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me not to talk | 2 |
woman dressed in green | 2 |
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do not blame me | 2 |
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old age and wisdom | 2 |
for we who ride | 2 |
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stands on one side | 2 |
much as i could | 2 |
that fell from thisbe | 2 |
battle and hack them | 2 |
of this dull house | 2 |
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do you know them | 2 |
all things trouble your | 2 |
is a right good | 2 |
make them come here | 2 |
different when you know | 2 |
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dancing in a beam | 2 |
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rolled up like a | 2 |
until the reeds and | 2 |
time and change done | 2 |
ugly thing on the | 2 |
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all the candles that | 2 |
by the white phantom | 2 |
the tune of broom | 2 |
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tops of dewy grass | 2 |
the oldest thing under | 2 |
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knocking with thin knuckles | 2 |
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title which may be | 2 |
the blue bird may | 2 |
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the heads of the | 2 |
cloudy blossoming of hair | 2 |
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queen of the amazons | 2 |
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before you married you | 2 |
as much as i | 2 |
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for half a score | 2 |
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in our blessed faith | 2 |
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that lieth over yon | 2 |
the hearts of birds | 2 |
the daughter of the | 2 |
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her read a book | 2 |
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watching it crumble away | 2 |
ride abroad in the | 2 |
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professor child points out | 2 |
calvary trouble the morning | 2 |
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shrewd and knavish sprite | 2 |
be found in the | 2 |
of the story which | 2 |
part from these poor | 2 |
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who know everything and | 2 |
book down out of | 2 |
the dying embers of | 2 |
the colleen to put | 2 |
have a hundred acres | 2 |
tyltyl and pauline still | 2 |
have to do now | 2 |
or even lay the | 2 |
up at dawn like | 2 |
ribbons for her head | 2 |
the county of sligo | 2 |
my father told me | 2 |
the one i want | 2 |
the nine angelic hierarchies | 2 |
these are too old | 2 |
i shall see you | 2 |
the top of his | 2 |
taking advantage of the | 2 |
restless and ill at | 2 |
them to the children | 2 |
up all the room | 2 |
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angels and the saints | 2 |
sent my messengers for | 2 |
hands to see you | 2 |
waste beyond his peace | 2 |
from the mysteries of | 2 |
talk of something else | 2 |
boisterous night like you | 2 |
things trouble your bright | 2 |
for i have run | 2 |
sleeping at the foot | 2 |
you upon the wind | 2 |
did but the lawless | 2 |
just a year ago | 2 |
out of the ground | 2 |
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handfull of gladsome verses | 2 |
sight and out of | 2 |
his hand to tyltyl | 2 |
clinging mortal hope must | 2 |
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brought you some new | 2 |
i saw you last | 2 |
him who is the | 2 |
no use asking her | 2 |
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image of the son | 2 |
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the tune of watton | 2 |
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the impression of a | 2 |
arm and a bottle | 2 |
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dewy shadow of a | 2 |
seest thou yet yon | 2 |
slender weed that fell | 2 |
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the power of faeries | 2 |
seen your pretty face | 2 |
to give it you | 2 |
the moon is shining | 2 |
would have you light | 2 |
branch of blessed quicken | 2 |
tyltyl where is he | 2 |
and change done well | 2 |
those who are going | 2 |
ribbons on your head | 2 |
things well fitted for | 2 |
candles burning to your | 2 |
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common light of common | 2 |
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and have forgotten they | 2 |
that we are alone | 2 |
time an endless song | 2 |
files produced at a | 2 |
of the crew of | 2 |
classical tale of orpheus | 2 |
of the faery people | 2 |
wickedly of holy things | 2 |
mytyl and the dog | 2 |
fight with them a | 2 |
working at the churn | 2 |
wind is blowing on | 2 |
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the drunkard and the | 2 |
to do you wrong | 2 |
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the temple of venus | 2 |
interlude of pyramus and | 2 |
marriage dawn and die | 2 |
fill your heart with | 2 |
the fairy king and | 2 |
where stars walk upon | 2 |
trouble the morning stars | 2 |
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full of drowsy love | 2 |
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the front of the | 2 |
the curtain representing rocks | 2 |
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of pyramus and thisby | 2 |
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bring her in out | 2 |
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the face of a | 2 |
what i want to | 2 |
with a hundred knights | 2 |
man turned into an | 2 |
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talk wickedly of holy | 2 |
god binds us to | 2 |
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mendicant and the great | 2 |
longer hear me speak | 2 |
angels knock upon our | 2 |
the little live children | 2 |
a daughter of a | 2 |
kit with the canstick | 2 |
at rack and manger | 2 |
the people of that | 2 |
be deafened by her | 2 |
ancestor who are you | 2 |
of the stage and | 2 |
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side of the room | 2 |
that is why you | 2 |
the unholy powers are | 2 |
tyltyl and the other | 2 |
hour of their birth | 2 |
i care if i | 2 |
curtain act iv scene | 2 |
house while it hangs | 2 |
luxuries of the earth | 2 |
blowing in the wind | 2 |
souls of the quartern | 2 |
want to know if | 2 |
we are only waiting | 2 |
to the end of | 2 |
nothing to be afraid | 2 |
if i have given | 2 |
be one of those | 2 |
little queer old man | 2 |
want to kiss her | 2 |
sky with candles burning | 2 |
in the barony of | 2 |
my warm heart for | 2 |
last week to clover | 2 |
they have seen us | 2 |
very glad to have | 2 |
tyltyl but they are | 2 |
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went about with ribbons | 2 |
they were ever young | 2 |
himself as best he | 2 |
you are the fool | 2 |
shall no longer be | 2 |
at the abbey theatre | 2 |
by maurice maeterlinck translated | 2 |
a right good girl | 2 |
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ring on the grass | 2 |
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of blessed quicken wood | 2 |
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ruler of the western | 2 |
the fool of every | 2 |
of the spanish pavin | 2 |
you will have to | 2 |
happiness of being well | 2 |
with thin knuckles on | 2 |
a time when proofing | 2 |
me and for old | 2 |
of the big children | 2 |
me by the name | 2 |
who do not come | 2 |
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do not be cross | 2 |
faint music blowing in | 2 |
the pyx and blessed | 2 |
texts the legend of | 2 |
key of the cupboard | 2 |
from the depths of | 2 |
me my grandfather wrote | 2 |
by the fact that | 2 |
part of the wood | 2 |
where nobody can find | 2 |
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for i would ride | 2 |
marred or old to | 2 |
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to tread a way | 2 |
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wholly or in part | 2 |
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the hour for bidding | 2 |
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lot of them there | 2 |
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i tell you it | 2 |
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when you called me | 2 |
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the biggest of the | 2 |
tyltyl are there many | 2 |
the bridge by the | 2 |
to make use of | 2 |
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thinking that all things | 2 |
underneath a seemly tree | 2 |
the happiness of running | 2 |
that i was courteous | 2 |
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pimple on her nose | 2 |
tyltyl let us go | 2 |
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i have the blue | 2 |
sacrament has mixed your | 2 |
the image of the | 2 |
and spread the cloth | 2 |
her white hands and | 2 |
hack them into pieces | 2 |
som grene gete may | 2 |
i think they must | 2 |
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told me my grandfather | 2 |
married you were idle | 2 |
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a common light of | 2 |
your hair is wet | 2 |
i often lie awake | 2 |
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a recessed fireplace containing | 2 |
martyrs and the innocents | 2 |
going to kiss you | 2 |
improved edition of this | 2 |
happinesses burst out laughing | 2 |
to find so young | 2 |
with them must drive | 2 |
not fill your head | 2 |
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the reeds are dancing | 2 |
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what she had done | 2 |
with you upon the | 2 |
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the scene is laid | 2 |
know what it is | 2 |
spreads the heavens above | 2 |
here is the happiness | 2 |
she will grow as | 2 |
till the end of | 2 |
the dewy shadow of | 2 |
dancing by coolaney lake | 2 |
the barony of kilmacowen | 2 |
maddening freedom and bewildering | 2 |
of heart must wither | 2 |
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do you remember the | 2 |
never be able to | 2 |
are you waiting for | 2 |
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the ladder from the | 2 |
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of deeds and days | 2 |
a porringer with milk | 2 |
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we must be tender | 2 |
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tongue and face were | 2 |
rose on the third | 2 |
know where it is | 2 |
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this palamon and arcite | 2 |
on the black cross | 2 |
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a tree when but | 2 |
sigh through many a | 2 |
the great joy of | 2 |
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blue bird a fairy | 2 |
the woman whom you | 2 |
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the classical story of | 2 |
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us to himself and | 2 |
time there was a | 2 |
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you gave me the | 2 |
carrying a bundle of | 2 |
the meaning of your | 2 |
a crowd of children | 2 |
and gossiping of weddings | 2 |
me when you see | 2 |
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at her white hands | 2 |
child what does that | 2 |
other at the fire | 2 |
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to a regular form | 2 |
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cross before you came | 2 |
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in the old book | 2 |
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god shall fight with | 2 |
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away the blessed quicken | 2 |
when i tire of | 2 |
you shall go with | 2 |
the land of the | 2 |
us would never please | 2 |
men and women leave | 2 |
alone god binds us | 2 |
to be revenged of | 2 |
the child i am | 2 |
souls of the animals | 2 |
cross will keep all | 2 |
upon the settle beside | 2 |
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came into the land | 2 |
old book down out | 2 |
dreams none other knew | 2 |
the child of gentle | 2 |
quiet as a puff | 2 |
you fear because of | 2 |
wind blowing out of | 2 |
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pauline still has a | 2 |
and a kind tongue | 2 |
invisible pipes giving her | 2 |
deep just now in | 2 |
by love alone god | 2 |
their coats of mail | 2 |
for all you know | 2 |
like that when i | 2 |
the oak who speaks | 2 |
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and arcite might be | 2 |
kind saints defend us | 2 |
a man turned into | 2 |
what does it mean | 2 |
taken by the fairies | 2 |
and come with me | 2 |
the care of children | 2 |
no time to lose | 2 |
persuade the colleen to | 2 |
deafened by her groans | 2 |
out of the book | 2 |
by the dear name | 2 |
here all the time | 2 |
a little round of | 2 |
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are sitting at the | 2 |
first child i shall | 2 |
indissoluble sacrament has mixed | 2 |
she has seen you | 2 |
who would think to | 2 |
and then come the | 2 |
maire bruin opens it | 2 |
and again he saw | 2 |
how is it that | 2 |
burning to your lonely | 2 |
under the weight of | 2 |
tyltyl where are we | 2 |
lie in bed and | 2 |
mutter just such things | 2 |
light up my last | 2 |
blessed bread under your | 2 |
keep all harm out | 2 |
how naughty your words | 2 |
round cage containing a | 2 |
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a fairy play in | 2 |
just possible that the | 2 |
you shall see that | 2 |
your head with foolish | 2 |
the bottom of the | 2 |
in which you were | 2 |
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a stocking full of | 2 |
robin shaped himself like | 2 |
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of ribbons for her | 2 |
you smile watching it | 2 |
knock upon our doors | 2 |
of marriage dawn and | 2 |
beating upon the floor | 2 |
know that it is | 2 |
middle of the stage | 2 |
bread under your arm | 2 |
by her groans and | 2 |
the siege of thebes | 2 |
dog and a cat | 2 |
and is too deep | 2 |
quarrels with my wife | 2 |
is blowing on the | 2 |
tyl hold your tongue | 2 |
come to meet you | 2 |
fireplace containing the dying | 2 |
the key of the | 2 |
him to be a | 2 |
he got out of | 2 |
in their first song | 2 |
deep in the dewy | 2 |
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steps beating upon the | 2 |
the right and left | 2 |
tools were not well | 2 |
to light his pipe | 2 |
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the morning stars in | 2 |
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in the centre of | 2 |
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too deep just now | 2 |
that i have loved | 2 |
tread a way none | 2 |
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know what i am | 2 |
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find so young a | 2 |
of calvary trouble the | 2 |
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the name of the | 2 |
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magi in their coats | 2 |
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now in the old | 2 |
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you are the great | 2 |
edition of this title | 2 |
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daddy and mummy tyl | 2 |
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the moons of marriage | 2 |
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the existence of a | 2 |
spirit of no common | 2 |
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hear songs and dancing | 2 |
world of fire and | 2 |
hour for bidding fate | 2 |
filled his house with | 2 |
you in our blessed | 2 |
but joy is wisdom | 2 |
for her sake i | 2 |
out for a moment | 2 |
old age bring the | 2 |
tell you it was | 2 |
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was courteous to them | 2 |
fly dancing in a | 2 |
hippolyta and emilia to | 2 |
to be assigned to | 2 |
must be tired and | 2 |
white hands and at | 2 |
then would he run | 2 |
people of that country | 2 |
tyltyl do you know | 2 |
may be viewed as | 2 |
up to tyltyl and | 2 |
the matter with her | 2 |
mummy tyl of course | 2 |
world were mine to | 2 |
early files produced at | 2 |
and die for half | 2 |
with candles burning to | 2 |
what business is it | 2 |
you were idle and | 2 |
opens upon the next | 2 |
than dewdrops on the | 2 |
when such angels knock | 2 |
in front of me | 2 |
and carries it towards | 2 |
at dawn like me | 2 |
gaffer tyl the great | 2 |
they know what they | 2 |
care if i have | 2 |
where beauty has no | 2 |
the indissoluble sacrament has | 2 |
a red flare of | 2 |
clad in shimmering dresses | 2 |
looked for you so | 2 |
the young may lie | 2 |
would never have believed | 2 |
are looking for the | 2 |
you love this fireside | 2 |
your looks are all | 2 |
meaning of your words | 2 |
feacra of the hurtling | 2 |
romance of huon of | 2 |
white spirit still walk | 2 |
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content and wisdom in | 2 |
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tree when but the | 2 |
like to see it | 2 |
a dream and hope | 2 |
and when i die | 2 |
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forgotten they were ever | 2 |
hang upon the post | 2 |
i have given this | 2 |
into the shape of | 2 |
to dance until the | 2 |
the sight of this | 2 |
small steps beating upon | 2 |
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himself into a horse | 2 |
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a quarter to nine | 2 |
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carries it to the | 2 |
tune of the spanish | 2 |
will be found in | 2 |
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you married you were | 2 |
he went to the | 2 |
of silver and gold | 2 |
singing on a may | 2 |
a round cage containing | 2 |
and gives a little | 2 |
oak is that the | 2 |
will you tell me | 2 |
from these poor children | 2 |
to be their mother | 2 |
find the blue bird | 2 |
she is really very | 2 |
in poor attire into | 2 |
even lay the knives | 2 |
a world of fire | 2 |
of theseus and hippolyta | 2 |
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are said to be | 2 |
how nice it is | 2 |
no sooner was his | 2 |
their power is more | 2 |
is laid in the | 2 |
for things well fitted | 2 |
crafty and too wise | 2 |
the priest for protection | 2 |
that door they would | 2 |
another part of the | 2 |
remains empty for a | 2 |
of the jovial tinker | 2 |
the wall hangs a | 2 |
young must sigh through | 2 |
the poor some bread | 2 |
crowd the enraptured quiet | 2 |
a creed concerning supernatural | 2 |
let me have all | 2 |
would rather not be | 2 |
do you say to | 2 |
the world begins to | 2 |
get up at dawn | 2 |
little queer old woman | 2 |
he opens the door | 2 |
fade and heaven be | 2 |
they grew like their | 2 |
angels and set snares | 2 |
and cold with my | 2 |
us from the waste | 2 |
old to do you | 2 |
must leave the bread | 2 |
wall hangs a round | 2 |
which nobody knows of | 2 |
it is not worth | 2 |
would that the world | 2 |
bring all kinds of | 2 |
up out of the | 2 |
just now when she | 2 |
out of the house | 2 |
was some wrecked angel | 2 |
way none trod before | 2 |
that ugly thing on | 2 |
they may steal new | 2 |
calling the good people | 2 |
from left to right | 2 |
so that his mother | 2 |
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doing his best to | 2 |
trouble your bright head | 2 |
in bed and dream | 2 |
up to a loft | 2 |
through the door and | 2 |
the grandparents and the | 2 |
gaze upon a merrier | 2 |
safe as in a | 2 |
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you promise me not | 2 |
we will do it | 2 |
given milk and fire | 2 |
the child they say | 2 |
of a dog or | 2 |
out of my bag | 2 |
you will have made | 2 |
of the three planets | 2 |
morning stars in their | 2 |
such a lot of | 2 |
you and the world | 2 |
hide behind the columns | 2 |
is the image of | 2 |
see hales and furnivall | 2 |
night and the cat | 2 |
with them a great | 2 |
and discloses the next | 2 |
you and i are | 2 |
a faint music blowing | 2 |
hope that i som | 2 |
fire and dew with | 2 |
hangs a round cage | 2 |
it is possible that | 2 |
to the angels and | 2 |
elaborate investigation of the | 2 |
stole fire from heaven | 2 |
will sing for all | 2 |
was fain to do | 2 |
and said lovely lady | 2 |
i must hear all | 2 |
the doors of the | 2 |
have forgotten they were | 2 |
in huon of bordeaux | 2 |
know the meaning of | 2 |
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of a red flare | 2 |
maeterlinck translated by alexander | 2 |
quite different when you | 2 |
then come the wrecked | 2 |
tire of this warm | 2 |
gossiping of weddings and | 2 |
mytyl do they go | 2 |
blue and half white | 2 |
embers of a wood | 2 |
will give you a | 2 |
change to the first | 2 |
the court of theseus | 2 |
you on my knees | 2 |
about with ribbons on | 2 |
the fairy and your | 2 |
who is that one | 2 |
kind tongues bring no | 2 |
the names of his | 2 |
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instruct you in our | 2 |
at her pretty dress | 2 |
my messengers for milk | 2 |
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ready to push back | 2 |
nice it is to | 2 |
rush back into the | 2 |
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young we long to | 2 |
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to push back the | 2 |
of love and eloquence | 2 |
of the land of | 2 |
that the world were | 2 |
the door is a | 2 |
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out of his bed | 2 |
the second child i | 2 |
child i shall be | 2 |
the angels and the | 2 |
busied with a dance | 2 |
because you are so | 2 |
the entrance to the | 2 |
simple and rustic in | 2 |
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tyl what do you | 2 |
it is a serious | 2 |
and he beheld that | 2 |
and women leave old | 2 |
some of them are | 2 |
old woman dressed in | 2 |
puffed with pride and | 2 |
what i am to | 2 |
fly from rage and | 2 |
day by day their | 2 |
when we are young | 2 |
look at her white | 2 |
that he is to | 2 |
have done what we | 2 |
will instruct you in | 2 |
that called him ass | 2 |
when i am on | 2 |
a closet in the | 2 |
of these three sacks | 2 |
depths of the cave | 2 |
that i would stay | 2 |
a cry of alarm | 2 |
you should not fill | 2 |
who are to be | 2 |
we who ride the | 2 |
a voice singing on | 2 |
tyltyl is sound asleep | 2 |
right weary of four | 2 |
story of orpheus and | 2 |
he run away laughing | 2 |
we will talk about | 2 |
and leaning on a | 2 |
and i would like | 2 |
great pitched battle and | 2 |
are dancing by coolaney | 2 |
thought i heard other | 2 |
to your lonely face | 2 |
and she is still | 2 |
candles that i need | 2 |
how lovely you are | 2 |
of the western host | 2 |
thomas of erceldoune is | 2 |
i will roar you | 2 |
what they are saying | 2 |
must sigh through many | 2 |
would not mind the | 2 |
have all kinds of | 2 |
and where kind tongues | 2 |
so as not to | 2 |
i shall be born | 2 |
of them over much | 2 |
groans and moans had | 2 |
they will all be | 2 |
by those on whom | 2 |
born child like you | 2 |
slain by everlasting peace | 2 |
what have you come | 2 |
of the milky way | 2 |
holy martyrs and the | 2 |
whom we are waiting | 2 |
did not like that | 2 |
on the other hand | 2 |
dance until the reeds | 2 |
the sky with candles | 2 |
maurice maeterlinck translated by | 2 |
was as much as | 2 |
most proud and cold | 2 |
the mermaid on a | 2 |
that would be wickedness | 2 |
fingers to the bone | 2 |
you know me again | 2 |
tyltyl how will they | 2 |
must drive through the | 2 |
for pride comes knocking | 2 |
would never please a | 2 |
not fate and time | 2 |
seven years since we | 2 |
laid in the barony | 2 |
i will confront this | 2 |
for i would have | 2 |
every one of them | 2 |
she is a right | 2 |
point you out the | 2 |
but your white spirit | 2 |
go so far as | 2 |
hands and at her | 2 |
with the aid of | 2 |
in the leaves of | 2 |
and sit beside each | 2 |
with my warm heart | 2 |
is our blessed lord | 2 |
power upon it for | 2 |
cannot know the meaning | 2 |
must hear all day | 2 |
into the land of | 2 |
goes to the dresser | 2 |
empty for a moment | 2 |
orator making a speech | 2 |
tyltyl what are they | 2 |
stars in their first | 2 |
shall see you again | 2 |
on the grass with | 2 |
dreams into a common | 2 |
saw her read a | 2 |
sit beside each other | 2 |
weed that fell from | 2 |
bird with silver feet | 2 |
i always loved her | 2 |
mysteries of love and | 2 |
will teach you to | 2 |
but you love him | 2 |
because it is the | 2 |
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i am leaving you | 2 |
fairy elves that be | 2 |
tongue too full of | 2 |
the waste beyond his | 2 |
the columns and aisles | 2 |
to return to silence | 2 |
song to the tune | 2 |
be one of them | 2 |
the fairy there are | 2 |
was entrusted to my | 2 |
the boisterous night like | 2 |
buss his own sweetheart | 2 |
the young and tender | 2 |
god spreads the heavens | 2 |
suddenly sees the crucifix | 2 |
what do i care | 2 |
i must give you | 2 |
children of the fiend | 2 |
his arm to the | 2 |
the bread to cool | 2 |
power until the end | 2 |
for life moves out | 2 |
has been doubled over | 2 |
them over much at | 2 |
with a big latch | 2 |
the father is with | 2 |
leads up to a | 2 |
the crew of patches | 2 |
dreamy and strange talk | 2 |
he came to a | 2 |
a hundred acres of | 2 |
standing by the door | 2 |
must give you a | 2 |
love alone god binds | 2 |
thing under the moon | 2 |
the souls of all | 2 |
my hands to see | 2 |
the temple of mars | 2 |
the legend of good | 2 |
there is one here | 2 |
he is one of | 2 |
of this dull world | 2 |
they are not often | 2 |
remain at the door | 2 |
fills a porringer with | 2 |
door at the back | 2 |
this warm little house | 2 |
am glad that i | 2 |
the tune of what | 2 |
this is the best | 2 |
is the child of | 2 |
have you light up | 2 |
daughter of a king | 2 |
you are wise because | 2 |
the happiness of being | 2 |
leave the bread to | 2 |
quite agree with sugar | 2 |
seen some other girls | 2 |
a civil tongue in | 2 |
and mend and scour | 2 |
luxury of being rich | 2 |
believe they have seen | 2 |
but to the good | 2 |
the excellent old way | 2 |
with no one bitter | 2 |
to the blue bird | 2 |
page of the chamber | 2 |
is more than one | 2 |
and rustic in appearance | 2 |
child of course you | 2 |
no judge of a | 2 |
heard a voice singing | 2 |
girl from the bridge | 2 |
for ever so long | 2 |
in the world and | 2 |
a great pitched battle | 2 |
and open his great | 2 |
too crafty and too | 2 |
for a year or | 2 |
go take it down | 2 |
all i have to | 2 |
if you promise me | 2 |
good he got out | 2 |
tyltyl hold your tongue | 2 |
but you are wise | 2 |
i will not stay | 2 |
my grandfather wrote it | 2 |
upon it for a | 2 |
where are they going | 2 |
to work as some | 2 |
well for me and | 2 |
idle boy could blarney | 2 |
i sent my messengers | 2 |
fitted for poor folk | 2 |
will talk about all | 2 |
father is with us | 2 |
we long to tread | 2 |
were glad in minding | 2 |
while it hangs there | 2 |
must fall from you | 2 |
cold with my warm | 2 |
i kiss you and | 2 |
mixed your heart that | 2 |
with might and main | 2 |
do i care if | 2 |
and knights and squires | 2 |
she goes into the | 2 |
text here given is | 2 |
drive through the same | 2 |
our maker let no | 2 |
of dreams into a | 2 |
and rose on the | 2 |
you say to my | 2 |
grandfather would mutter just | 2 |
tyl what are you | 2 |
heart must wither away | 2 |
light than dewdrops on | 2 |
through the care of | 2 |
some bread and wine | 2 |
when proofing methods and | 2 |
dawn and die for | 2 |
she to work as | 2 |
which i will sing | 2 |
and they grew like | 2 |
sitting at the table | 2 |
as quiet as a | 2 |
down out of the | 2 |
translated by alexander teixeira | 2 |
be assigned to the | 2 |
written in eight and | 2 |
to the front of | 2 |
all the trees and | 2 |
i am right weary | 2 |
was quite cross before | 2 |
binds us to himself | 2 |
so far as to | 2 |
and pauline still has | 2 |
grow as quiet as | 2 |
there is no need | 2 |
and for old bridget | 2 |
he would never leave | 2 |
you think of this | 2 |
how calling the good | 2 |
i can lead you | 2 |
see the colour of | 2 |
she is the child | 2 |
of an old woman | 2 |
are to be born | 2 |
knuckles on the heart | 2 |
kinds of ribbons for | 2 |
this title which may | 2 |
the wrecked angels and | 2 |
shadow of a wood | 2 |
how well you look | 2 |
that makes the world | 2 |
what a small sip | 2 |
would bring evil on | 2 |
and puts her arms | 2 |
girls restless and ill | 2 |
in their coats of | 2 |
glad in minding children | 2 |
we will trip it | 2 |
just now in the | 2 |
who is this gentleman | 2 |
soft and subtle shades | 2 |
light it is not | 2 |
bird a fairy play | 2 |
i am sure that | 2 |
right and left and | 2 |
me have all the | 2 |
think to find so | 2 |
what a small bite | 2 |
just speak your mind | 2 |
beside each other at | 2 |
pipes giving her feet | 2 |
the hour of their | 2 |
me a great blow | 2 |
in his heart to | 2 |
the name of robin | 2 |
talk about all this | 2 |
angels and kind saints | 2 |
more bitter than the | 2 |
for whom we are | 2 |
granny tyl of course | 2 |
and any idle boy | 2 |
that would be sacrilege | 2 |
where the blue bird | 2 |
what is that ugly | 2 |
end of the journey | 2 |
out the way to | 2 |
rushing up to tyltyl | 2 |
they are dangerous and | 2 |
but what do they | 2 |
acres of good land | 2 |
name of the one | 2 |
they are a little | 2 |
in thomas of erceldoune | 2 |
as well as the | 2 |
maker let no thought | 2 |
the light of day | 2 |
they kiss each other | 2 |
and a faint music | 2 |
parts and opens upon | 2 |
awake and half asleep | 2 |
and the world begins | 2 |
the joy of maternal | 2 |
a great deal to | 2 |
light of common hours | 2 |
you done with your | 2 |
your father and mother | 2 |
talking of them over | 2 |
with my wife a | 2 |
upon a merrier multitude | 2 |
what a beautiful hall | 2 |
my grandfather would mutter | 2 |
reeds are dancing by | 2 |
dear name of the | 2 |
falls from the table | 2 |
we are about to | 2 |
are all the candles | 2 |
should never have believed | 2 |
walk by my spirit | 2 |
shrieks and covers her | 2 |
that is too crafty | 2 |
mortal hope must fall | 2 |
do not see that | 2 |
it up and down | 2 |
to one of the | 2 |
was wont to walk | 2 |
heaps and heaps of | 2 |
be viewed as ebook | 2 |
scene another part of | 2 |
the classical tale of | 2 |
have the right to | 2 |
with my little god | 2 |
world begins to fade | 2 |
with the things and | 2 |
give the poor some | 2 |
nothing marred or old | 2 |
a sod of turf | 2 |
and their land of | 2 |
and gaze upon a | 2 |
each other at the | 2 |
hear all day a | 2 |
be tired and hungry | 2 |
lonely of heart must | 2 |
up like a scroll | 2 |
would think to find | 2 |
a spirit of no | 2 |
power is more and | 2 |
never seen your pretty | 2 |
himself into the shape | 2 |
have never seen her | 2 |
i how fair she | 2 |
cunning in his art | 2 |
the son of god | 2 |
her arms about her | 2 |
leaves of the oak | 2 |
pitched battle and hack | 2 |
for there is not | 2 |
all day a bitter | 2 |
loving old age and | 2 |
one in the forest | 2 |
just wait a bit | 2 |
work your fingers to | 2 |
of the hall and | 2 |
more than once since | 2 |
in my hands to | 2 |
happinesses of the home | 2 |
red flare of dreams | 2 |
was here all the | 2 |
she came into the | 2 |
run up from the | 2 |
tyltyl because they are | 2 |
to choose the woman | 2 |
poor folk like us | 2 |
we are not allowed | 2 |
bitter than the tide | 2 |
the heart is puffed | 2 |
all that is best | 2 |
freedom i have lost | 2 |
shakespeare appears to have | 2 |
i am a man | 2 |
make the most of | 2 |
shall see that i | 2 |
front of the curtain | 2 |
if you hear him | 2 |
of evil on the | 2 |
older than the eagle | 2 |
once upon a time | 2 |
containing the dying embers | 2 |
thinking it had been | 2 |
you are quite pale | 2 |
front of the stage | 2 |
knew you at once | 2 |
they have come to | 2 |
of what care i | 2 |
out of the thatch | 2 |
father told me my | 2 |
wisdom in your heart | 2 |
make you ride upon | 2 |
i did not know | 2 |
run on the waves | 2 |
for the last time | 2 |
a dog and a | 2 |
under the temple of | 2 |
the regne of femenye | 2 |
other small steps beating | 2 |
in which they were | 2 |
shuts us from the | 2 |
in out of the | 2 |
if the house be | 2 |
forget that you are | 2 |
the best of life | 2 |
tyltyl are you coming | 2 |
by day their power | 2 |
i am to do | 2 |
bid one another good | 2 |
will do you good | 2 |
time when proofing methods | 2 |
good people by that | 2 |
get out of this | 2 |
as be the hearts | 2 |
elbowing his way through | 2 |
be ruled by me | 2 |
i would rather not | 2 |
i shall leave you | 2 |
put on my shoes | 2 |
face of the earth | 2 |
comes out of the | 2 |
grew like their neighbours | 2 |
she would not mind | 2 |
we will meet again | 2 |
and it was some | 2 |
you are not alone | 2 |
destiny in her arms | 2 |
drowsy love and my | 2 |
more light than dewdrops | 2 |
do you know me | 2 |
grandparents and the children | 2 |
biggest of the luxuries | 2 |
back of the stage | 2 |
were idle and fine | 2 |
would mutter just such | 2 |
sources and analogues of | 2 |
i have loved him | 2 |
knives and spread the | 2 |
in the boisterous night | 2 |
tyltyl and the little | 2 |
the adoring magi in | 2 |
to meet the children | 2 |
your fingers to the | 2 |
to her dreamy and | 2 |
strangers came last week | 2 |
when you see the | 2 |
never saw her read | 2 |
bridge by the hermitage | 2 |
enter the six girls | 2 |
and to the hearth | 2 |
heart with dreams none | 2 |
and idle when i | 2 |
no thought of calvary | 2 |
the text here given | 2 |
the tune of dulcina | 2 |
you turn the diamond | 2 |
that i som grene | 2 |
you must leave the | 2 |
will no longer hear | 2 |
we will come back | 2 |
the crucifix and shrieks | 2 |
little blue child they | 2 |
once a fly dancing | 2 |
i am glad that | 2 |
to be afraid again | 2 |
are the great door | 2 |
thing on the black | 2 |
what you do see | 2 |
and palamon and arcite | 2 |
the rest of the | 2 |
the little green hat | 2 |
it would be better | 2 |
a ballroom in the | 2 |
bring evil on the | 2 |
because it filled his | 2 |
open in the middle | 2 |
would you like me | 2 |
be the hearts of | 2 |
in his edition of | 2 |
like to dance now | 2 |
at the same moment | 2 |
quiet of the sky | 2 |
her dreamy and strange | 2 |
of this title which | 2 |
out of this wood | 2 |
light hopes and heavy | 2 |
as long as you | 2 |
must fade and heaven | 2 |
day a bitter tongue | 2 |
freedom and bewildering light | 2 |
i think that i | 2 |
is puffed with pride | 2 |
as in act i | 2 |
a year or two | 2 |
have power upon it | 2 |
one of the big | 2 |
the enraptured quiet of | 2 |
of course you are | 2 |
like to dance until | 2 |
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done well for me | 2 |
you see what you | 2 |
are waiting for you | 2 |
will go take it | 2 |
winds and waters and | 2 |
years went by and | 2 |
and he was no | 2 |
and feel content and | 2 |
from the fire and | 2 |
the world go round | 2 |
took that old book | 2 |
voice singing on a | 2 |
sit down beside me | 2 |
a kind tongue too | 2 |
their neighbours and were | 2 |
the duke and dutchess | 2 |
bidding fate and time | 2 |
the future in the | 2 |
i could make you | 2 |
that when i am | 2 |
seen more than once | 2 |
this is the happiness | 2 |
the first to be | 2 |
has mixed your heart | 2 |
and the whole is | 2 |
which may be viewed | 2 |
tyltyl not at all | 2 |
until she came into | 2 |
tongue that is more | 2 |
one would think it | 2 |
and out of mind | 2 |
think that i would | 2 |
and he who died | 2 |
going up to mytyl | 2 |
the happinesses of the | 2 |
above us like great | 2 |
lie awake thinking that | 2 |
that is too godly | 2 |
post of this house | 2 |
you out the way | 2 |
child of gentle people | 2 |
this ebook was one | 2 |
a ring on the | 2 |
now when she came | 2 |
the cradle of the | 2 |
you are much too | 2 |
have the honour of | 2 |
kneels upon the settle | 2 |
not see that makes | 2 |
i have forgotten the | 2 |
have seen some other | 2 |
to the fairy court | 2 |
is not easy to | 2 |
but i can lead | 2 |
out to the right | 2 |
and opens upon the | 2 |
waking with a start | 2 |
am right weary of | 2 |
and go out on | 2 |
there are so many | 2 |
taking up all the | 2 |
ride with you upon | 2 |
bridget returns with the | 2 |
i tire of this | 2 |
how did you manage | 2 |
that is more bitter | 2 |
it was as much | 2 |
curtain parts and opens | 2 |
read or written books | 2 |
you in the name | 2 |
but fly from rage | 2 |
the veiled girl alone | 2 |
the eleventh and twelfth | 2 |
i will put it | 2 |
but where on earth | 2 |
us like great wings | 2 |
are not allowed to | 2 |
confront this mighty spirit | 2 |
from the cavern and | 2 |
representing the edge of | 2 |
top of his voice | 2 |
i do not think | 2 |
people by that name | 2 |
weddings and of wakes | 2 |
harm out of the | 2 |
in the two noble | 2 |
to part from these | 2 |
kiss you and the | 2 |
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the king came to | 2 |
have you noticed her | 2 |
are not afraid of | 2 |
run away laughing ho | 2 |
going to open the | 2 |
we are young we | 2 |
that you are to | 2 |
there is not a | 2 |
it for a year | 2 |
out of a red | 2 |
from place to place | 2 |
and moans had she | 2 |
here is some bread | 2 |
are you all ready | 2 |
your grandpapa and grandmamma | 2 |
through the same storm | 2 |
foot of the columns | 2 |
because i have said | 2 |
have you done with | 2 |
a few of them | 2 |
could fill your heart | 2 |
fool of every pretty | 2 |
that his mother was | 2 |
and in the play | 2 |
giving her feet the | 2 |
that there was not | 2 |
fear because of her | 2 |
that they were so | 2 |
a fortnight after epiphany | 2 |
light wind blowing out | 2 |
which he did in | 2 |
and through the care | 2 |
what have i done | 2 |
never have believed it | 2 |
ball in a tree | 2 |
down upon his knee | 2 |
the milk is ready | 2 |
gives her more bread | 2 |
the land of faery | 2 |
open his great door | 2 |
pyx and blessed bread | 2 |
would mould a world | 2 |
dew with no one | 2 |
a moment and then | 2 |
a big latch to | 2 |
the heavens above us | 2 |
your heart that was | 2 |
of the children and | 2 |
where do they come | 2 |
see that door they | 2 |
what are you waiting | 2 |
have been taken from | 2 |
of the hurtling foam | 2 |
at the priest and | 2 |
opens it and then | 2 |
he beheld that lady | 2 |
drunkard and the murderer | 2 |
adoring magi in their | 2 |
holding out his hand | 2 |
stands up against the | 2 |
door they would fall | 2 |
and must be tired | 2 |
of the future in | 2 |
half shuddering and half | 2 |
and at her pretty | 2 |
all the nine angelic | 2 |
what have you got | 2 |
with pride and goes | 2 |
blowing out of the | 2 |
i have seen some | 2 |
maids were wont to | 2 |
half a score of | 2 |
would ride with you | 2 |
i have heard that | 2 |
any idle boy could | 2 |
all that is wanted | 2 |
been doubled over it | 2 |
name of your own | 2 |
should like to know | 2 |
fire upon may eve | 2 |
and kind saints defend | 2 |
your visit to the | 2 |
where kind tongues bring | 2 |
and day by day | 2 |
your white spirit still | 2 |
you have come into | 2 |
of sight and out | 2 |
have a stocking full | 2 |
very hand of god | 2 |
need doth make me | 2 |
news out of purgatory | 2 |
other girls restless and | 2 |
he is no more | 2 |
doth make me ax | 2 |
look at each other | 2 |
leave it to me | 2 |
is the ruler of | 2 |
awake thinking that all | 2 |
heart is puffed with | 2 |
the little man with | 2 |
for bidding fate and | 2 |