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800 | that, following this slight trace, | 2no_impact
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801 | but now for me than you—the other way. | 2no_impact
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802 | who wrote this modest version i suppose | 2no_impact
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803 | --the drones of the community; they feed | 2no_impact
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804 | the echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; | 2no_impact
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805 | and make the liveliest monkey melancholy. | 0negative
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806 | and, between the river flowing and the fair green trees a-growing, | 1positive
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807 | you'll not want business, for we need a lot | 2no_impact
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808 | still, upon a flower, | 2no_impact
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809 | god prosper long our noble king, | 1positive
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810 | where the moloch of slavery sitteth on high, | 0negative
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811 | leave the garden walls, where blow | 2no_impact
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812 | it's a pretty early start. | 2no_impact
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813 | he takes you from your easy-chair, | 2no_impact
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814 | accept the gift which i have wrought | 2no_impact
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815 | long-drawn bill of wine and beer | 2no_impact
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816 | a crow dot sat a-squawkin', "i's a mockin'-bird." | 2no_impact
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817 | a day's experunce 'd prove to ye, ez easy 'z pull a trigger. | 2no_impact
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818 | euryalus stood list’ning while he spoke, | 2no_impact
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819 | moonstruck with love, and this still thames had heard | 1positive
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820 | yea, all the world it might be, and all sounds of the earth were stilled | 2no_impact
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821 | as hebe's foot bore nectar round | 2no_impact
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822 | till, fur 'z i know, there aint an inch thet i could lay my han' on, | 2no_impact
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823 | she listening sate. | 2no_impact
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824 | from alton bay to sandwich dome, | 2no_impact
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825 | even now eclipses the descending moon!-- | 2no_impact
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826 | some thought of me, a last fond prayer | 1positive
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827 | ode read at the one hundredth anniversary of the fight at concord bridge | 2no_impact
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828 | for wanderings sad and lone. | 0negative
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829 | and my white cottage--plain. | 2no_impact
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830 | "onaway! my heart sings to thee, | 1positive
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831 | begins, but endeth nevermore; | 2no_impact
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832 | that throng our pilgrimage. its sympathy, | 2no_impact
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833 | valentines, paper and tinsel, | 2no_impact
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834 | when lips and heart refuse to part again | 2no_impact
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835 | waiting the flutter of his homemade fly; | 2no_impact
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836 | whereto we claim sole title by our toil, | 2no_impact
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837 | our hope, our remembrance, our trust, | 1positive
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838 | that _she_ should walk beside him on the rocks | 2no_impact
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839 | far out, in peace, the white man's sail | 2no_impact
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840 | of the bivouac fire apart, | 2no_impact
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841 | such civil war is in my love and hate, | 3mixed
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842 | none will forget it till shall fall the deadly dart! | 0negative
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843 | that antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. | 2no_impact
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844 | "sir, i have dreamed of you. i pray you, sir, | 2no_impact
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845 | the message is not like what i have learned | 2no_impact
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846 | the beacon-light that forth they held | 2no_impact
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847 | as george commands, let him be wrong or right, | 2no_impact
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848 | luck obeys the downright striker; from the hollow core, | 2no_impact
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849 | forever quivering o'er his task, | 0negative
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850 | radiant as moses from the mount, he stood | 1positive
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851 | wilt thou our lowly beds with tears of pity lave?' | 0negative
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852 | and seek the danger i was forc’d to shun. | 0negative
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853 | where your hair from your forehead swerves, | 2no_impact
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854 | down the dark future, through long generations, | 0negative
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855 | but she always ran away and left | 0negative
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856 | with such vehement force and might | 0negative
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857 | yet both in different colours hide their art, | 2no_impact
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858 | his regal seat, surrounded by his friends. | 1positive
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859 | thinks i, the down lies dreaming | 2no_impact
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860 | vain cries--throughout the streets thousands pursued | 0negative
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861 | and all their echoes, mourn; | 0negative
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862 | and what then doth he gather? if we know, | 2no_impact
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863 | through the salt sea foam, | 2no_impact
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864 | does beauty slight you from her gay abodes? | 3mixed
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865 | yet was this period my time of joy: | 1positive
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866 | from the fair brow; she, rising, only said, | 2no_impact
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867 | still must mine, though bleeding, beat; | 0negative
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868 | his silent sandals swept the mossy green; | 2no_impact
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869 | nightly down the river going, | 2no_impact
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870 | their first-born brother as a god. | 1positive
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871 | but half the secret told, | 2no_impact
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872 | and like the others does not slip | 2no_impact
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873 | bedaubed with iridescent dirt. | 2no_impact
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874 | in town, an' not the leanest runt | 0negative
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875 | so thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, | 2no_impact
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876 | and so i should be loved and mourned to-night. | 3mixed
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877 | and _channing_, with his bland, superior look, | 3mixed
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878 | the head that lay against your knees | 2no_impact
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879 | is shorter than a snake's delay, | 2no_impact
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880 | sooner, augustine, sooner far, shall i | 2no_impact
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881 | in every health we drink. | 2no_impact
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882 | the end of the play. | 2no_impact
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883 | by death's frequented ways, | 0negative
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884 | how your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in their stead; | 3mixed
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885 | rejection of his humanness | 0negative
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886 | to sunset they would sip of the tea, drink of the beer, and eat of the | 2no_impact
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887 | to his ears there came a murmur of far seas beneath the wind | 2no_impact
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888 | the one good man in the world who knows me, -- | 1positive
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889 | faint voices lifted shrill with pain | 0negative
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890 | an', fust you knowed on, back come charles the second; | 2no_impact
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891 | in the wild glens rough shepherds will deplore | 0negative
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