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0 | with pale blue berries. in these peaceful shades-- | 1positive
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1 | it flows so long as falls the rain, | 2no_impact
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2 | and that is why, the lonesome day, | 0negative
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3 | when i peruse the conquered fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, i do not envy the generals, | 3mixed
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4 | of inward strife for truth and liberty. | 3mixed
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5 | the red sword sealed their vows! | 3mixed
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6 | and very venus of a pipe. | 2no_impact
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7 | who the man, who, called a brother. | 2no_impact
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8 | and so on. then a worthless gaud or two, | 0negative
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9 | to hide the orb of truth--and every throne | 2no_impact
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10 | the call's more urgent when he journeys slow. | 2no_impact
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11 | with the _quart d'heure_ of rabelais! | 2no_impact
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12 | and match, and bend, and thorough-blend, in her colossal form and face. | 2no_impact
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13 | have i played in different countries. | 2no_impact
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14 | tells us that the day is ended." | 2no_impact
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15 | and not alone by gold; | 2no_impact
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16 | that has a charmingly bourbon air. | 1positive
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17 | sounded o'er earth and sea its blast of war, | 0negative
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18 | chief poet on the tiber-side | 2no_impact
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19 | as under a sunbeam a cloud ascends, | 2no_impact
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20 | brightly expressive as the twins of leda, | 1positive
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21 | of night, and all things now retir'd to rest | 2no_impact
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22 | in latmian fountains long ago. | 2no_impact
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23 | in monumental pomp! no grecian drop | 1positive
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24 | and when they reached the house, | 2no_impact
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25 | then this old orchard, sloping to the west; | 2no_impact
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26 | so prythee get thee gone. | 2no_impact
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27 | the other dark-eyed dears | 2no_impact
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28 | me honied paths forsake; | 2no_impact
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29 | to that mysterious strand. | 2no_impact
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30 | wid a song up on de way. | 2no_impact
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31 | her visions and those we have seen,-- | 2no_impact
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32 | he sat beside the governor and said grace; | 2no_impact
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33 | fifty times the brahmins' offer deluged all the floor. | 2no_impact
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34 | and what are all the prizes won | 2no_impact
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35 | made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet | 2no_impact
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36 | he never told us what he was, | 2no_impact
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37 | want and woe, which torture us, | 0negative
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38 | a ruby, and a pearl, or so, | 2no_impact
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39 | an echo returned on the cold gray morn, | 0negative
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40 | he says he’s hungry,—he would rather have | 2no_impact
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41 | while i, ... i built up follies like a wall | 0negative
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42 | and then he shut his little eyes, | 2no_impact
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43 | ah, what a pang of aching sharp surprise | 0negative
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44 | and gladys said, | 2no_impact
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45 | peep timidly from out its nest, | 2no_impact
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46 | the oriole's fledglings fifty times | 2no_impact
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47 | the hostile cohorts melt away; | 3mixed
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48 | and the old swallow-haunted barns,-- | 0negative
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49 | from god's design, with threads of rain! | 2no_impact
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50 | how over, though, for even me who knew | 2no_impact
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51 | warped into adamantine fretwork, hung | 2no_impact
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52 | wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? | 2no_impact
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53 | the which she bearing home it burned her nest, | 0negative
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54 | have roughened in the gales! | 2no_impact
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55 | pilgrim and soldier, saint and sage, | 2no_impact
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56 | down in the west upon the ocean floor | 2no_impact
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57 | "what did you hear, for instance?" willis said. | 2no_impact
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58 | should favour equal to the sons of heaven: | 2no_impact
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59 | some, not so large, in rings,-- | 2no_impact
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60 | the crown of sorrow on their heads, their loss | 0negative
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61 | the eternal law, | 2no_impact
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62 | and lips where heavenly smiles would hang and blend | 1positive
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63 | we're a band!" said the weary big dragoon. | 2no_impact
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64 | fu' to ba' de battle's brunt. | 2no_impact
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65 | and brief related whom they brought, wher found, | 2no_impact
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66 | i lay and watched the lonely gloom; | 0negative
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67 | honour to the bugle-horn! | 1positive
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68 | a sceptre,--monstrous, winged, intolerable. | 0negative
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69 | max laid his hand upon the old man's arm, | 2no_impact
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70 | when on the boughs the purple buds expand, | 2no_impact
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71 | if the pure and holy angels | 1positive
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72 | endymion would have passed across the mead | 2no_impact
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73 | upon the thought of perfect noon. and when | 1positive
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74 | thy hands all cunning arts that women prize. | 1positive
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75 | reasoning to admiration, and with mee | 1positive
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76 | while the rude winds blow off each shadowy crown. | 0negative
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77 | the former, as the slacken’d reins he drew | 2no_impact
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78 | she falls back from the freedom she had hoped." | 2no_impact
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79 | then--i would gather it, to thee unaware, | 2no_impact
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80 | amidst the gold and the purple, and the pillows of his bed: | 2no_impact
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81 | all hastening onward, yet none seemed to know | 2no_impact
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82 | the wheat-blade whispers of the sheaf. | 2no_impact
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83 | but o, nevermore can we prison him tight. | 0negative
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84 | under these leafy vaults and walls, | 2no_impact
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85 | (distinctly here the spirit sneezed,) | 2no_impact
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86 | it shines superior on a throne of gold: | 1positive
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87 | around it cling. | 2no_impact
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88 | may meditate a whole youth's loss, | 0negative
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89 | i'm safe enlisted fer the war, | 2no_impact
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90 | whom phoebus taught unerring prophecy, | 2no_impact
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91 | when thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago | 0negative
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92 | flutter, | 2no_impact
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93 | a way that safely will my passage guide.” | 2no_impact
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94 | and breaths were gathering sure | 2no_impact
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95 | you have done this, says one judge; done that, says another; | 2no_impact
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96 | in their archetypes endure. | 2no_impact
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97 | returne, the starres of morn shall see him rise | 2no_impact
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98 | brown-gabled, long, and full of seams | 2no_impact
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99 | the foes inclosing, and his friend pursued, | 0negative
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