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500 | upon whose boughs were wicker cages hung, | 2no_impact
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501 | soft, discontented eyes! | 0negative
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502 | she still must keep the locket to allay | 2no_impact
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503 | and the rude people rage with ignorant cries | 0negative
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504 | skirting the stream. | 2no_impact
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505 | "o lord, that didst smother mankind in thy flood, | 0negative
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506 | the silence, and the rain. | 2no_impact
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507 | is this a time to be cloudy and sad, | 0negative
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508 | blood-dipped arrows, which savages make | 0negative
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509 | i think i'll just call up my wife and tell her | 2no_impact
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510 | the moon and the stars were anxious | 0negative
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511 | they shaped our future; we but carve their names. | 2no_impact
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512 | nor the president in his presidency, nor the rich in his great house. | 3mixed
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513 | in our embraces we again enfold her, | 1positive
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514 | robe us once more in heaven-aspiring creeds | 1positive
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515 | in the twilight of age all things seem strange and phantasmal, | 0negative
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516 | back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? | 2no_impact
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517 | the very gods arising mid their carven images: | 2no_impact
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518 | ah! still, methinks, i hear them calling; | 2no_impact
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519 | a wild and stormy sea; | 0negative
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520 | "sir, ye shall find him, if ye follow up | 2no_impact
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521 | tis the djinns' wild streaming swarm | 2no_impact
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522 | how many times we must have met | 2no_impact
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523 | dark with more clouds than tempests are, | 0negative
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524 | then the smile from her bright eyes faded and a flush came over her cheek | 3mixed
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525 | lowly and soft she said it; but spake out louder now: | 2no_impact
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526 | the sower scatters broad his seed, | 2no_impact
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527 | and thus each tint or shade which falls, | 2no_impact
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528 | the dust of half a century lies | 2no_impact
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529 | above the myriad roofs and spires rise; | 2no_impact
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530 | and they whispered to each other: | 2no_impact
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531 | then he stripped the shirt of wampum | 2no_impact
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532 | at least if so we can, and by the head | 2no_impact
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533 | here comes the cripple jane!" and by a fountain's side | 0negative
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534 | to me that time did not appeire: | 2no_impact
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535 | so neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen | 2no_impact
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536 | the wondering rabbi sought the temple's gate. | 2no_impact
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537 | are angel faces, silent and serene, | 1positive
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538 | ef zeke had be'n the bigges' man | 2no_impact
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539 | and when i bade the dream | 2no_impact
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540 | and tip with feathers, orange and green, | 2no_impact
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541 | or at the church, she ever bore herself | 2no_impact
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542 | how nature to the soul is moored, | 2no_impact
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543 | "rubadub! rubadub! wake and take the road again, | 2no_impact
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544 | i do not keer a jot; | 2no_impact
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545 | swifter was the hunter's rowing, | 1positive
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546 | let the scared dreamer wake to see | 2no_impact
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547 | (like essence-peddlers) thet'll make folks long to be without 'em, | 2no_impact
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548 | as if we guessed what hers have been, | 2no_impact
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549 | which goaded him in his distress | 0negative
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550 | o so many, many, many | 2no_impact
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551 | lord, remember me!" | 2no_impact
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552 | far from the woods where, when the sun has set, | 2no_impact
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553 | abloom by sacred streams | 1positive
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554 | nathless, as hath been often tried, | 2no_impact
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555 | i feel the road unroll, | 2no_impact
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556 | and not be nearer therefore to the moon, | 2no_impact
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557 | forelaid and taken, while he strove in vain | 0negative
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558 | and country eyes, and quiet faces -- | 2no_impact
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559 | some come ridin' in top-buggies wid de w'eels all painted red, | 2no_impact
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560 | when blighting was nearest. | 0negative
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561 | i can see how you might. but i don't know! | 2no_impact
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562 | the orchestra had cheered till they were hoarse, | 3mixed
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563 | pillars by madness multiplied; | 0negative
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564 | "now the place where the accident occurred----" | 2no_impact
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565 | a poet in his youth, and the cuckoo-bird | 2no_impact
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566 | no rest that throbbing slave may ask, | 0negative
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567 | o'er time's delusive tide. | 0negative
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568 | “i’m going to put you on the farm next to it.” | 2no_impact
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569 | no word for a while spake regin; but he hung his head adown | 0negative
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570 | "he! patron! | 2no_impact
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571 | three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand; | 2no_impact
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572 | till they have told their fill, could scarce express | 2no_impact
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573 | the morning and the evening made his day. | 2no_impact
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574 | "stella, see that grasshopper | 2no_impact
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575 | of blooming myrtle and faint lemon-flowers, | 2no_impact
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576 | let us do our work as well, | 2no_impact
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577 | we hear our mother call from deeps of time, | 2no_impact
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578 | of brynhilda's love and the wrath of gudrun. | 3mixed
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579 | who digs last year's potato hill?-- | 2no_impact
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580 | those hours the ancient timepiece told,-- | 2no_impact
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581 | would split, for size of me. | 2no_impact
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582 | in just the dress his century wore; | 2no_impact
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583 | his song, though very sweet, was low and faint, | 3mixed
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584 | then to tell. | 2no_impact
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585 | my winter sports begin. | 2no_impact
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586 | envy and calumny and hate and pain, | 0negative
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587 | the play is done,--the curtain drops, | 2no_impact
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588 | and murmured a strange and solemn air; | 0negative
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589 | the cloud is gone that wove the sandstone, | 2no_impact
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590 | i see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited; | 2no_impact
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591 | time never did assuage; | 2no_impact
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592 | that saw the cross without the bear. | 2no_impact
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593 | the deer invites no longer | 2no_impact
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594 | taught by the sorrows that his age had known | 0negative
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595 | like slippers after shoes.-- | 2no_impact
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596 | and willing grow old | 2no_impact
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597 | to paris, and you make no sign at all. | 2no_impact
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598 | from the pulpit read the preacher, "goodman garvin and his wife | 2no_impact
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599 | even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, | 3mixed
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