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The General Public
Stephen Vincent Benet
By the strange light, for foam. They all had clods, Or slimy balls of mud. A few gripped stones. Rate it:

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Goalkeeper Joe
Marriott Edgar
minding the clothes for the others And chucking clods at referee! So next time selection committRate it:

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The city and the sea
Emily Pauline Johnson
began, And one the might of Mammon, born of clods; For all the city is the work of man, But alRate it:

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Tortoise Family Connections
David Herbert Lawrence
tortoise. Row on then, small pebble, Over the clods of the autumn, wind-chilled sunshine, Young gaRate it:

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Rabbi Ben Ezra
Robert Browning
kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. Poor vaunt of life indeed, Rate it:

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A Farmhouse Dirge
Alfred Austin
the twisted bines now brown on the brown clods lie, And nothing of all man sowed to reap is seen beRate it:

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A Funeral Fantasie
Friedrich Schiller
like dying lamps in sepulchres. The dull clods swell into the sullen mound; Earth, one loRate it:

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A Psalm Of Councel
Joseph Furphy
Sea or Dover Strait; While Bulldog Boys, with clods and sticks, Fail'd to frustrate their knavishRate it:

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An Epitaph for a Husbandman
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
to leave, His orchards cool and dim; The clods he used to cleave Now cover him. But thRate it:

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An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers.
William Cullen Bryant
here. But now the wheat is green and high On clods that hid the warrior's breast, And scattered inRate it:

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Aneurin's Harp
George Meredith
where the spear-heads play; Turn them as the clods in furrow, Top them like the leaping foam; SorroRate it:

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As the Team's Head- Brass
Edward Thomas
started and for the last time I watched the clods crumble and topple over After the ploughshare andRate it:

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Bill's Grave
Robert William Service
be glad When 'e stares through the bleedin' clods and sees the blossoms of Jim and me? Rate it:

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Break of Day
Siegfried Sassoon
to him in hell?— Where men are crushed like clods, and crawl to find Some crater for their wretchRate it:

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Ambrose Bierce
Monarch laughed loud with a sound that fell Like clods on the coffin's sounding shell: 'Ho, ho! A bRate it:

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Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
Robert Browning
fire must cure this place, ``Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'' XII. If there pushRate it:

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Do These Tears Know?
Yehudah HaLevi
their shining light sank into the earth, and the clods of earth knew not what they hold. They hold Rate it:

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Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things
William Ernest Henley
every claim? O Vanity of Vanities! Alike are clods and earls. For sot, and seer, and swain, FoRate it:

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Joseph Seamon Cotter
of the soul from dust unto dust, Dream of the clods that, upward and starward, Rise to the call oRate it:

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From the Earth, a Cry
John Boyle O'Reilly
CAN the earth have a voice? Can the clods have speech, To murmur and rail at the demigods? Trample them! Grind their vulgar faces in the clay! ...Rate it:

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Get Work
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
or Graft, was given birth. Oh, he flung the clods about him with a gay and prideful jerk, Did thisRate it:

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Growing Pains
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
the freshmen's persons, Indelibly he daubs these clods, To waken mirth in men and gods. (Saving a fRate it:

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His Epitaph
William Henry Ogilvie
true-heart comrade, when they’ve filled the last clods in, Who will carve these words above us: HE Rate it:

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Hoch Der Hausfrau!
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
vain. The old Teuton gods count you chattels and clods, And the Blond Beast has risen again. Your mRate it:

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I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin
Robert Louis Stevenson
I DO not fear to own me kin To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin; Or to my brothers, the great trees, That speak with pleasant voices in...Rate it:

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