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300 | and glance securely round. | 2no_impact
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301 | so that ye for them are made | 2no_impact
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302 | of course throw monstrous shadows: those who think | 0negative
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303 | he who plays with old iagoo | 2no_impact
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304 | “why won’t the farm next to it do for you?” | 2no_impact
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305 | on which an army once did feast, | 2no_impact
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306 | their country free and joyous-- | 1positive
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307 | o sun-hint that hath overspread | 2no_impact
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308 | the mad briareus of disunion rise, | 0negative
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309 | like your nest, | 2no_impact
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310 | leading downward to the river, | 2no_impact
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311 | a tyrian colony; the people made | 2no_impact
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312 | can storied urn or animated bust: | 2no_impact
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313 | but she spake: "bid hither gunnar, lest the sun sink o'er the bent, | 2no_impact
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314 | despised am i by those who call'd me friend | 3mixed
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315 | the days pass over me | 2no_impact
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316 | knowing this, that never yet | 2no_impact
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317 | no, i won't be seein' nobody in the mornin', | 2no_impact
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318 | the crack as of her splitting. did she take | 2no_impact
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319 | i see them torn by gallic guns, | 0negative
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320 | thou feel'st it burning, in and in,--and fear | 0negative
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321 | your paynim heroes faster ride | 1positive
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322 | but all of them are bad enough | 0negative
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323 | _you_ took to follerin' where the prophets beckoned, | 2no_impact
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324 | godminster? is it fancy's play? | 2no_impact
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325 | so that my stern resolve was almost gone. | 2no_impact
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326 | meekly in the eternal footsteps trod, | 2no_impact
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327 | all along down "injin crik?" | 2no_impact
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328 | look down the shining peaks of all my days | 1positive
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329 | the wood giant | 2no_impact
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330 | tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us, | 1positive
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331 | has it become to thee a labyrinth never ending, | 0negative
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332 | on her changed world of ruin, waste and wrack, | 0negative
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333 | then along the river strand, | 2no_impact
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334 | these are the tales, or new or old, | 2no_impact
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335 | for her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, | 1positive
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336 | like morning glory | 1positive
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337 | the quavering thunder thereupon had ceas'd, | 3mixed
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338 | to men below, | 2no_impact
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339 | they had not set there. who had set it there? | 2no_impact
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340 | kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings; quit thy state; | 0negative
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341 | sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, | 2no_impact
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342 | shine knightly star and plume of snow? | 1positive
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343 | he said; and while he spoke, with flying speed | 2no_impact
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344 | from earth, with the waters of pain. | 0negative
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345 | sent by an hand unseen; | 2no_impact
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346 | till after-poets only knew | 2no_impact
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347 | to his aid the strong reverses | 2no_impact
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348 | and leave the words unspoken i yet have will to speak." | 2no_impact
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349 | the tablet telling where he "fell on sleep,"-- | 2no_impact
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350 | is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange. | 0negative
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351 | so there on an eve is sigurd in the ancient niblung hall, | 2no_impact
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352 | good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. | 1positive
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353 | to gather weeds in the regardless stream. | 2no_impact
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354 | and the lure of what is called heaven is little or nothing to me. | 3mixed
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355 | me up like that. 'essence de la valliere'-- | 2no_impact
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356 | but when i read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them; | 2no_impact
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357 | all these were round my steady paces. | 2no_impact
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358 | fearless but weary to thy arms i creep; | 3mixed
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359 | those cobweb nerves he could not dull within. | 0negative
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360 | with dews of tropic morning wet, | 2no_impact
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361 | here those that in the rapid course delight, | 1positive
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362 | ‘received that cheque.’ but you!... i send you funds | 2no_impact
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363 | and never be forgot in mighty rome | 1positive
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364 | fooled with your promises, | 0negative
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365 | thy mission to a world of woe. | 0negative
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366 | attend your brother to the stygian flood.” | 2no_impact
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367 | less often man--the harder of the two. | 2no_impact
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368 | shining and shouting each to each that place), | 2no_impact
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369 | and call that brilliant flower the painted cup. | 1positive
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370 | a privilege, i think, | 2no_impact
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371 | our frowning foemen of the night | 0negative
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372 | of sainthood in purple the pattern and pick, | 2no_impact
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373 | and bright in heaven's jewelled crown | 1positive
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374 | when, dreadful to behold, from sea we spied | 0negative
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375 | halcyons of memory, | 1positive
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376 | hale as the morn and happy as her song. | 1positive
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377 | and catered for it as the cretan bees | 2no_impact
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378 | some moment, nailed on sorrow's cross, | 0negative
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379 | and in the air, her new voice luting soft, | 1positive
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380 | with sincerest conviction their chairs to the shore; | 1positive
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381 | my prayer away i threw; | 2no_impact
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382 | an old smoaked blanket arches oer his head, | 2no_impact
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383 | the sundown's golden trail? | 1positive
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384 | far, far away, o ye | 2no_impact
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385 | our saxon tongue has known,-- | 2no_impact
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386 | “the nymph, who scatters flaming fires around, | 0negative
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387 | thus farr to try thee, adam, i was pleas'd, | 1positive
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388 | swifter far than youth's delight-- | 1positive
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389 | all autumn pil'd, though spring and autumn here | 2no_impact
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390 | for 'twas e'en as a great god's slaying, and they feared the wrath of the sky; | 0negative
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391 | but heaven in thy creation did decree, | 2no_impact
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392 | and i've been like that silly girl. | 0negative
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393 | burns in thee, child?--what good can thee betide, | 2no_impact
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394 | skins of otter, lynx, and ermine, | 2no_impact
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395 | to make a body curse. | 0negative
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396 | no, no, you have dismiss'd me; and i go | 2no_impact
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397 | and full of wonder, full of hope as he. | 1positive
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398 | were murmuring on the stifling air | 0negative
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399 | how poor these pallid phrases seem, | 0negative
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