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800
|
that, following this slight trace,
| 2no_impact
|
801
|
but now for me than you—the other way.
| 2no_impact
|
802
|
who wrote this modest version i suppose
| 2no_impact
|
803
|
--the drones of the community; they feed
| 2no_impact
|
804
|
the echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease;
| 2no_impact
|
805
|
and make the liveliest monkey melancholy.
| 0negative
|
806
|
and, between the river flowing and the fair green trees a-growing,
| 1positive
|
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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