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