View trigrams-that-occur-only-twice.txt
'ex: l'expansion, l'express | |
'fa: o'fallon, o'farrell | |
'go: b'gosh, o'gorman | |
'la: o'lague, o'laughlin | |
'ri: b'rith, o'riley | |
-ac: non-academic, x-acto | |
-au: non-automotive, port-au-prince | |
-dr: alcohol-drenched, drip-dry | |
-ed: cutting-edge, well-educated | |
-em: non-emergency, pre-emptive |
View moby-dick-minimalist-synonym.txt
MOBY DICK; | |
OR THE WHALE | |
by Herman Melville | |
CHAPTER III. Loomings |
View poetry-vae-reconstructions.txt
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me Rinaldo I heard thee in my eyelids, | |
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed I've got a heart of my heart's eyes | |
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb And it is more than a hand of his mouths | |
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead When in a circle that, an' a barren sky | |
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming Well, when a thousand shepherds come back to-day, | |
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running (the way of the same to beholde | |
Didn't make sense not to live for fun Learn'd to make us as I cannot bear | |
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb My lips have kissed to make a sticking, | |
So much to do, so much to see And just thee, and if I am not | |
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? For man's sake are going, and let us go |
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View environment.yml
name: rwet | |
channels: | |
- conda-forge | |
dependencies: | |
- python | |
- numpy |
View frost-rewritten-plus-ocean.txt
01 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, The sides sea through the sea a pard | |
strong the surparded stare, | |
02 And sorry I could not travel both And many thing all who was not the sad | |
will say | |
03 And be one traveler, long I stood I see when I was and long weel, | |
04 And looked down one as far as I could As I see as the sea and seemed as the | |
maid | |
05 To where it bent in the undergrowth; Where the cloud in the sward to the | |
sweet; | |
06 |
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