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100 | the tribute of this verse. | 2no_impact
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101 | take the warm welcome of new friends with thee, | 1positive
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102 | augmented, sweet, a hundred fold | 1positive
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103 | in some lady's gyahden. | 2no_impact
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104 | and bow to dread inquisitor and worship lords of dust; | 0negative
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105 | its temples and its palaces did seem | 2no_impact
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106 | but i, or any demmercrat, feels comf'table to stan' on, | 2no_impact
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107 | miles off, three dangerous miles, is home; | 0negative
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108 | every day a rich reward will give; | 1positive
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109 | else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire, | 0negative
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110 | who, never looking forward, are indeed | 2no_impact
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111 | gay little heart! | 1positive
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112 | while from his hand i squeeze the golden prize, | 2no_impact
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113 | among the sources of thy glorious streams, | 1positive
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114 | as when i read in god's own holy book. | 2no_impact
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115 | and while before me, spotted with white sails, | 2no_impact
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116 | yet that whip's name too noble | 2no_impact
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117 | i'm comin', ed. | 2no_impact
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118 | what gods, what madness, hither steer’d your course? | 0negative
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119 | and raised their eyes above, | 2no_impact
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120 | it spoils me for the smiling of the rest’— | 1positive
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121 | yearns to its source. the spirit thirsts for god, | 2no_impact
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122 | that wisdom's lips seemed borrowing friendship's heart. | 1positive
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123 | the oil upon the puddles dries | 2no_impact
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124 | snows hide his shoulders; from beneath his chin | 2no_impact
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125 | when the glance hast lost its beam; | 0negative
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126 | best gems of nature's cabinet, | 1positive
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127 | as round some giant hive, all day and night, | 2no_impact
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128 | whether they met on festal eve, in field, | 2no_impact
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129 | who cometh over the hills, | 2no_impact
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130 | in the shadow of the shores; as dead leaves wake, | 0negative
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131 | touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet-- | 2no_impact
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132 | oh, say, is he, the eternal, there? | 2no_impact
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133 | the blessed memory of thy worth | 1positive
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134 | from his own tripod, and his holy tree; | 2no_impact
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135 | i sate down beneath the beech | 2no_impact
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136 | a million torches lighted by thy hand | 1positive
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137 | thy sleep makes ridiculous. | 0negative
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138 | whose potent unity and concentric force | 1positive
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139 | of peace? it is thy father's name. thy life | 2no_impact
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140 | now, if thou art a poet, tell me not | 2no_impact
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141 | who stood in expectation by, | 2no_impact
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142 | mine eyes were of their madness half beguiled, | 0negative
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143 | jes heavy 'nough to turn a scale thet's doubtfle the wrong way, | 2no_impact
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144 | you sha' n't roll yo' eyes at me. | 0negative
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145 | case dey nevah tech a drouf. | 2no_impact
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146 | it will be spring again. | 2no_impact
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147 | mine are calm and tranquil days, | 1positive
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148 | sang as little children sing; | 2no_impact
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149 | the things it wrought on; i believe | 2no_impact
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150 | from flight, seditious angel, to receave | 0negative
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151 | what once has been and ne'er shall be again, | 2no_impact
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152 | sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail. | 2no_impact
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153 | thy merited reward, the first assay | 1positive
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154 | except in france; and when it’s found in france, | 2no_impact
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155 | for the greek must ask elsewhere. | 2no_impact
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156 | whose anvil's even din | 2no_impact
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157 | that truthful teacup, our dictator, knows; | 2no_impact
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158 | when hills are free from snow | 2no_impact
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159 | uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. | 1positive
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160 | endu'd with human voice and human sense, | 2no_impact
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161 | whatever anybody had | 2no_impact
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162 | is passed, and our aereal speed suspended. | 2no_impact
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163 | afar the melancholy thunder moaned, | 0negative
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164 | their hate, and selfishness, and pride! | 0negative
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165 | i would don my hose of homespun gray, | 2no_impact
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166 | an hundred silken cords are set | 2no_impact
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167 | i have lost the urban ways. | 2no_impact
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168 | and sorrowful to-day, thy children set | 0negative
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169 | or by some cabin door, a bush | 2no_impact
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170 | was freedom's home or glory's grave! | 3mixed
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171 | save for a cry that echoes shrill | 0negative
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172 | with its close-curling gold, and love revived. | 1positive
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173 | a golden helm his front and head surrounds | 2no_impact
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174 | but, through the war-cloud, pray to thee | 3mixed
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175 | swing, like a ship at anchor, roun' my base, | 2no_impact
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176 | for peace or rest too well he saw | 2no_impact
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177 | from her stately place on high. | 1positive
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178 | that passed with you and me.-- | 2no_impact
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179 | sweet hope! | 1positive
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180 | for high, and yet more high, the murmurs swell | 2no_impact
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181 | let those whom nature hath not made for store, | 2no_impact
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182 | said, `pass not, so cold, these manifold | 2no_impact
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183 | the adulterate death of lucrece and her groom. | 0negative
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184 | whilst this.... | 2no_impact
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185 | "the snow that husheth all, | 2no_impact
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186 | then pausing, thus his prophecy renews: | 2no_impact
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187 | to accomplish suicide. | 0negative
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188 | early or late? or shall that commonwealth | 2no_impact
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189 | he plays a little, sings a song, | 2no_impact
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190 | each by his fiery torture howl and rave, | 0negative
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191 | and twitter, and again are still. | 2no_impact
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192 | my daily thoughts perpetual converse held | 2no_impact
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193 | yon trunk had thrice a hundred rings, | 2no_impact
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194 | is lovely round; a beautiful river there | 1positive
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195 | take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege, | 1positive
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196 | at once comes tumbling down the rocky wall; | 0negative
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197 | sat mournfully guarding their corpses there, | 0negative
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198 | low in supplication bending. | 2no_impact
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199 | twas when you stole my maidenhead; | 0negative
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