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807 | you'll not want business, for we need a lot | 2no_impact |
808 | still, upon a flower, | 2no_impact |
809 | god prosper long our noble king, | 1positive |
810 | where the moloch of slavery sitteth on high, | 0negative |
811 | leave the garden walls, where blow | 2no_impact |
812 | it's a pretty early start. | 2no_impact |
813 | he takes you from your easy-chair, | 2no_impact |
814 | accept the gift which i have wrought | 2no_impact |
815 | long-drawn bill of wine and beer | 2no_impact |
816 | a crow dot sat a-squawkin', "i's a mockin'-bird." | 2no_impact |
817 | a day's experunce 'd prove to ye, ez easy 'z pull a trigger. | 2no_impact |
818 | euryalus stood list’ning while he spoke, | 2no_impact |
819 | moonstruck with love, and this still thames had heard | 1positive |
820 | yea, all the world it might be, and all sounds of the earth were stilled | 2no_impact |
821 | as hebe's foot bore nectar round | 2no_impact |
822 | till, fur 'z i know, there aint an inch thet i could lay my han' on, | 2no_impact |
823 | she listening sate. | 2no_impact |
824 | from alton bay to sandwich dome, | 2no_impact |
825 | even now eclipses the descending moon!-- | 2no_impact |
826 | some thought of me, a last fond prayer | 1positive |
827 | ode read at the one hundredth anniversary of the fight at concord bridge | 2no_impact |
828 | for wanderings sad and lone. | 0negative |
829 | and my white cottage--plain. | 2no_impact |
830 | "onaway! my heart sings to thee, | 1positive |
831 | begins, but endeth nevermore; | 2no_impact |
832 | that throng our pilgrimage. its sympathy, | 2no_impact |
833 | valentines, paper and tinsel, | 2no_impact |
834 | when lips and heart refuse to part again | 2no_impact |
835 | waiting the flutter of his homemade fly; | 2no_impact |
836 | whereto we claim sole title by our toil, | 2no_impact |
837 | our hope, our remembrance, our trust, | 1positive |
838 | that _she_ should walk beside him on the rocks | 2no_impact |
839 | far out, in peace, the white man's sail | 2no_impact |
840 | of the bivouac fire apart, | 2no_impact |
841 | such civil war is in my love and hate, | 3mixed |
842 | none will forget it till shall fall the deadly dart! | 0negative |
843 | that antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. | 2no_impact |
844 | "sir, i have dreamed of you. i pray you, sir, | 2no_impact |
845 | the message is not like what i have learned | 2no_impact |
846 | the beacon-light that forth they held | 2no_impact |
847 | as george commands, let him be wrong or right, | 2no_impact |
848 | luck obeys the downright striker; from the hollow core, | 2no_impact |
849 | forever quivering o'er his task, | 0negative |
850 | radiant as moses from the mount, he stood | 1positive |
851 | wilt thou our lowly beds with tears of pity lave?' | 0negative |
852 | and seek the danger i was forc’d to shun. | 0negative |
853 | where your hair from your forehead swerves, | 2no_impact |
854 | down the dark future, through long generations, | 0negative |
855 | but she always ran away and left | 0negative |
856 | with such vehement force and might | 0negative |
857 | yet both in different colours hide their art, | 2no_impact |
858 | his regal seat, surrounded by his friends. | 1positive |
859 | thinks i, the down lies dreaming | 2no_impact |
860 | vain cries--throughout the streets thousands pursued | 0negative |
861 | and all their echoes, mourn; | 0negative |
862 | and what then doth he gather? if we know, | 2no_impact |
863 | through the salt sea foam, | 2no_impact |
864 | does beauty slight you from her gay abodes? | 3mixed |
865 | yet was this period my time of joy: | 1positive |
866 | from the fair brow; she, rising, only said, | 2no_impact |
867 | still must mine, though bleeding, beat; | 0negative |
868 | his silent sandals swept the mossy green; | 2no_impact |
869 | nightly down the river going, | 2no_impact |
870 | their first-born brother as a god. | 1positive |
871 | but half the secret told, | 2no_impact |
872 | and like the others does not slip | 2no_impact |
873 | bedaubed with iridescent dirt. | 2no_impact |
874 | in town, an' not the leanest runt | 0negative |
875 | so thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, | 2no_impact |
876 | and so i should be loved and mourned to-night. | 3mixed |
877 | and _channing_, with his bland, superior look, | 3mixed |
878 | the head that lay against your knees | 2no_impact |
879 | is shorter than a snake's delay, | 2no_impact |
880 | sooner, augustine, sooner far, shall i | 2no_impact |
881 | in every health we drink. | 2no_impact |
882 | the end of the play. | 2no_impact |
883 | by death's frequented ways, | 0negative |
884 | how your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in their stead; | 3mixed |
885 | rejection of his humanness | 0negative |
886 | to sunset they would sip of the tea, drink of the beer, and eat of the | 2no_impact |
887 | to his ears there came a murmur of far seas beneath the wind | 2no_impact |
888 | the one good man in the world who knows me, -- | 1positive |
889 | faint voices lifted shrill with pain | 0negative |
890 | an', fust you knowed on, back come charles the second; | 2no_impact |
891 | in the wild glens rough shepherds will deplore | 0negative |
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