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700 | the willows, and the hazel copses green, | 2no_impact
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701 | the likeness of the wood's remembered leaves. | 2no_impact
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702 | his days in peace; but his straight lips were bent, | 3mixed
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703 | for vessels moulded by a mortal hand? | 2no_impact
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704 | from the slaughtering of my offspring, and the spoiling of my land; | 0negative
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705 | what i have heard, | 2no_impact
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706 | but laon? on high freedom's desert land | 2no_impact
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707 | the soul with sweetness, and like an adept | 1positive
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708 | on that shaded day, | 2no_impact
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709 | no answer came; but faint and forlorn | 0negative
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710 | the lady eunice such a life she flew | 2no_impact
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711 | and heavy as the dead. | 0negative
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712 | i would not live alway--live alway below! | 2no_impact
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713 | for suddenly the sweet bells overcame | 1positive
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714 | yon creamy lily for their pavilion | 2no_impact
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715 | a woman has been strangled with less weight: | 0negative
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716 | appeared to me,--may i again behold it! | 2no_impact
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717 | howled through the dark, like sounds from hell. | 0negative
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718 | make a fragrance of her fame. | 1positive
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719 | betrayed how mightily its heart was stirred, | 3mixed
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720 | overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign, | 2no_impact
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721 | thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned, | 1positive
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722 | troubling with life the waters of the world. | 0negative
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723 | no man could compete with kwasind. | 2no_impact
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724 | that by nor sound nor word | 2no_impact
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725 | when our mother nature laughs around; | 1positive
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726 | from kindling spark struck out from dead king's brow, | 3mixed
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727 | and the words which he utters, are--worship, or die! | 0negative
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728 | precisely, at all events, what he ought not, | 2no_impact
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729 | rang the beautiful wild chimes | 1positive
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730 | first feels the gathering head of steam, | 2no_impact
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731 | the weird pathetic scarlet of day dawning, | 0negative
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732 | and to thy brief captivity was brought | 2no_impact
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733 | and listening to thy home's familiar chime | 2no_impact
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734 | sometimes towards heav'n and the full-blazing sun, | 1positive
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735 | all right,' says t'other, 'only step round smart; | 2no_impact
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736 | grander, nobler, than that pilot | 1positive
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737 | dearest, why should i mourn, whimper, and whine, i that have yet to live? | 3mixed
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738 | in every health we drink, my boys, | 2no_impact
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739 | but your dead-ripe ones ranges high fer treatin' nothun bretherin; | 0negative
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740 | where holds the soul communion with its god, | 2no_impact
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741 | so runs the perfect cycle of the year. | 1positive
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742 | the limpid ocean mirrors all the stars, | 1positive
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743 | ashes and jet all hues outshine. | 1positive
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744 | many changes have been run | 2no_impact
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745 | as childhood's sweet delight. | 1positive
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746 | "it is a lie, a damned, infernal lie!" | 0negative
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747 | bred onely and completed to the taste | 2no_impact
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748 | and after that the winter cold and drear. | 0negative
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749 | thus hee in scorn. the warlike angel mov'd, | 0negative
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750 | what flecks the outer gray beyond | 2no_impact
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751 | "does he mean himself, i wonder? | 2no_impact
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752 | lull’d in her lap, amidst a train of loves, | 1positive
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753 | come up like ocean murmurs. but the scene | 2no_impact
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754 | and in a pleasing slumber seals his eyes: | 1positive
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755 | sweet poesy from heaven | 1positive
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756 | o, i can ne'er forget | 2no_impact
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757 | the leprous corpse, touched by this spirit tender, | 3mixed
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758 | ambrosial odours and ambrosial flowers, | 2no_impact
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759 | his sweeter voice a just accordance kept. | 1positive
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760 | false-faces hung on strings, | 0negative
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761 | that in their lives such deadly fray they ne'er had seen before. | 0negative
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762 | her not-nice load. | 0negative
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763 | unhitched the breeching from a shaft, | 2no_impact
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764 | tis that one told us it was life. 'for not | 2no_impact
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765 | who fishes in the frog-pond still? | 2no_impact
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766 | "as the gods would i see," said sigurd, "though death light up the land." | 3mixed
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767 | which leans over to the lane, | 2no_impact
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768 | you hardly know when you are coming back, | 2no_impact
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769 | but the great spirit plants it in our hearts, | 2no_impact
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770 | nor is he, as some sages swear, | 2no_impact
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771 | of his faint steed; the latter, as he stretch’d | 2no_impact
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772 | i strive, i pray. | 1positive
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773 | who god possesseth | 2no_impact
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774 | these often bathed she in her fluxive eyes, | 2no_impact
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775 | that you or yours, having an appetite, | 2no_impact
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776 | the loveliest king of the king-folk, the man of sweetest speech, | 1positive
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777 | and fears are added, and avenging flame. | 0negative
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778 | who felt your own thought worthy of record | 1positive
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779 | and then, if it should be | 2no_impact
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780 | ez though i wanted to enlist 'em, | 2no_impact
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781 | behind the sea-wall's rugged length, | 2no_impact
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782 | how they will tell the shipwreck | 2no_impact
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783 | tis gone past recalling! | 2no_impact
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784 | and stiff in fight, but serious drill's despair, | 0negative
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785 | one lucent foot's delaying tip | 2no_impact
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786 | at his approaching footsteps. winter came | 2no_impact
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787 | till the deaf fury comes your house to sweep!' | 0negative
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788 | henceforth to labor's chivalry | 2no_impact
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789 | i'll be ther in a minit. | 2no_impact
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790 | but now i see, most cruell hee, | 0negative
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791 | our lives and safeties all; | 2no_impact
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792 | that little barley-cake you keep from him | 2no_impact
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793 | our wavering apparitions pass | 2no_impact
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794 | and ye who attend her imperial car, | 2no_impact
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795 | on the clear mirror of a loving heart, | 1positive
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796 | how weak this tinkling line, | 0negative
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797 | for that’s his specialty. what creature else | 2no_impact
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798 | her thoughts are like the lotus | 2no_impact
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799 | thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, | 3mixed
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