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200 | "sorry? of course you are, though you compress, | 2no_impact
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201 | i would not live alway | 2no_impact
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202 | the king ordains their entrance, and ascends | 1positive
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203 | very sleepy with the silence. | 2no_impact
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204 | which clanged along the mountain's marble brow-- | 2no_impact
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205 | it steam in winter like an ox's breath, | 2no_impact
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206 | in prosperous days. like a dim, waning lamp | 3mixed
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207 | jarr'd his own golden region; and before | 2no_impact
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208 | flood his black hearthstone till its flames expire, | 0negative
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209 | when high i heap it with the weed | 2no_impact
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210 | the climax of those hopes and duties dear | 1positive
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211 | wait his returning strength. | 2no_impact
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212 | strove to raise itself in blessing, | 1positive
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213 | nile shall pursue his changeless way: | 2no_impact
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214 | i must be home by noon-time with the cart.' | 2no_impact
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215 | both the unseen and the seen; | 2no_impact
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216 | the poet comes the last! | 2no_impact
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217 | with many sighs; | 2no_impact
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218 | where, all the long and lone daylight, | 2no_impact
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219 | full of the calm that cometh after sleep: | 1positive
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220 | men said, into a smile which guile portended, | 0negative
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221 | still sigurd rides with the brethren, as oft in the other days, | 2no_impact
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222 | was she not somewhat that he could not rule | 2no_impact
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223 | gnossian his shafts, and lycian was his bow: | 2no_impact
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224 | you didn't stop for fuss,-- | 2no_impact
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225 | deaf, and dumb, and blind, and cold, | 0negative
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226 | i'm here--so far--and starting on again. | 2no_impact
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227 | a different man was brother timothy, | 2no_impact
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228 | see! neptune’s altars minister their brands: | 2no_impact
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229 | to match your wit against the maker's will, | 2no_impact
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230 | absently fingering and touching it, | 2no_impact
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231 | three hours the first november dawn | 2no_impact
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232 | ran ever clearer speech than that did run | 1positive
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233 | "i say it's someone passing." | 2no_impact
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234 | the visual nerve is withered to the root, | 0negative
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235 | "what hope wouldst thou hope, o sigurd, ere we kiss, we twain, and depart?" | 3mixed
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236 | there is nothing to hope for, i am tired, | 0negative
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237 | i left the place with all my might, -- | 2no_impact
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238 | let dat cradle swing, | 2no_impact
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239 | he has no calling and he owns no trade. | 2no_impact
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240 | as they were loosened by that hermit old, | 2no_impact
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241 | then rose they up around him, | 2no_impact
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242 | but because she stept to her star right on through death | 3mixed
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243 | an' see a hundred hills like islan's | 2no_impact
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244 | and i am still the same; | 2no_impact
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245 | misnames as the dog rosey now. | 2no_impact
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246 | have seen the danger which i dared not look | 0negative
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247 | and hoping chink, she talked of morts of luck: | 2no_impact
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248 | the meadows mine, the mountains mine, -- | 2no_impact
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249 | since ferdinand and you begun | 2no_impact
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250 | i'm always thinkin' long. | 2no_impact
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251 | ho! philip, send, for charity, thy mexican pistoles, | 2no_impact
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252 | on to their shining goals:-- | 1positive
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253 | glory might burst on us! | 1positive
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254 | what's de use o' gittin' mopy, | 2no_impact
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255 | yet by experience taught we know how good, | 2no_impact
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256 | all foredoomed to melt away; | 0negative
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257 | as if she were a woman. we who have clipt | 2no_impact
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258 | it would be different if more people came, | 2no_impact
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259 | plucked from the death, wilt thou repay me thus? | 3mixed
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260 | a spirit of unresting flame, | 1positive
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261 | the present is enough, for common souls, | 2no_impact
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262 | hear its low inward singing, | 2no_impact
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263 | be sure to read it rightly. so, i mused | 2no_impact
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264 | and keep my senses straightened | 2no_impact
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265 | three trojans tug at ev’ry lab’ring oar; | 2no_impact
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266 | mind us of like repose, since god hath set | 2no_impact
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267 | lift their blue woods in broken chain | 2no_impact
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268 | in nothing is wanting; | 2no_impact
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269 | but thrown in a heap with a crush and a clatter; | 0negative
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270 | and kissed him with a sister's kiss, | 2no_impact
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271 | "thou of the god-lent crown, | 2no_impact
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272 | like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. | 2no_impact
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273 | and she said: "what dost thou, brynhild? what matter dost thou seek?" | 2no_impact
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274 | or the bolder art essaying | 2no_impact
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275 | thither, if but to prie, shall be perhaps | 2no_impact
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276 | o'er sweet profounds where only love can see. | 1positive
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277 | he smell de bacon cookin', an' he hyeah de fiah hum; | 2no_impact
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278 | came in slow pomp;--the moving pomp might seem | 2no_impact
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279 | with peace and soft rapture shall teach life to glow, | 1positive
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280 | but thy tranquil waters teach | 1positive
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281 | smoothing the clustered hair, and parting it | 2no_impact
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282 | in all that clang and hewing out of men, | 2no_impact
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283 | her scutcheon shows white with a blazon of red,-- | 2no_impact
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284 | looks, and is dumb with awe; | 3mixed
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285 | then oer the rushes flies again, | 2no_impact
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286 | a thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub's nose, | 2no_impact
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287 | a fragrance from the cedars, thickly set | 2no_impact
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288 | of bright and dark obscurity; | 3mixed
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289 | science and song, and all the arts that please; | 1positive
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290 | you turn, o jeanne, on our mystery | 2no_impact
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291 | a graciousness in giving that doth make | 1positive
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292 | most beauteous isadore! | 1positive
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293 | whose instinct was to listen and obey. | 2no_impact
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294 | but homesick tears would fill the eyes | 0negative
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295 | already, land! thou hast declared: 'tis done. | 1positive
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296 | with war unhop’d the latians to surprise? | 2no_impact
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297 | the eyes beside had wrung them dry, | 2no_impact
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298 | tis the chronicle of art. | 2no_impact
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299 | that moved in the beginning o'er his face, | 2no_impact
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