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Bereavement of the Fields
William Wilfred Campbell
pain; 3 For never more, by wood or field or croft, 4 Will he we knew walk with his loved agRate it:

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The Mango-Tree
Charles Kingsley
He wiled me through the furzy croft; He wiled me down the sandy lane. He told his boy's love, soft and oft, Until I told him mine again. We marrie...Rate it:

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The Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre
Robert Burns
At a relic aul' croft upon the hill, Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill, Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill Lived Geordie MacIntyre. He had a wif...Rate it:

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A Question Answered
Alfred Austin
ether clear, And thence look down on garth and croft Of red-roofed hamlets here. ``To sing my songRate it:

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A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learnin
Robert Browning
Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tetherRate it:

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Padraic Colum
cocker's loft; And of liming linnets beside the croft The boys told between pitch and toss; And theRate it:

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Hard Weather
George Meredith
shrews, At gallop, clumped, and down the croft Bestrid by shadows, beaten, tossed; It seems a scythRate it:

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In Memoryt Of Saretta Deakin
Edith Nesbit
about The poor changed house, the garden and the croft, Warm kitchen, sunny parlour, with the soft Rate it:

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In Praise Of England
Alfred Austin
wildwood fresh with flowers, Garden and croft and thorp and byre Gleaming through silvery showers. Rate it:

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Jean Desprez
Robert William Service
loot and slay, Until they reached the red-roofed croft, the home of Jean Desprez. "Rout out the viRate it:

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Minnie and Winnie
Alfred Lord Tennyson
tell?" Started a green linnet Out of the croft; Wake, little ladies, The sun is aloft! Rate it:

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My Autumn Walk
William Cullen Bryant
dwellings Whose windows glimmer in sight, With croft and garden and orchard, That bask in the mellRate it:

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Obermann Once More
Matthew Arnold
change His birth-name just below; Orchard, and croft, and full-stored grange Nursed by his pastoralRate it:

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Ode To Autumn
John Keats
soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in tRate it:

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Picture Of An Old Man
William Lisle Bowles
'mid the shrubs and trees Of thy small cottage-croft, whilst murmuring bees Went by, and almost touRate it:

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Rokeby: Canto IV.
Sir Walter Scott
one sweet brooklet's silver line, And Woden's Croft did title gain From the stern Father of the SRate it:

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IV. -- Queen Sigrid The Haughty
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft. Heart's dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? The floRate it:

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The Alarm
Thomas Hardy
no sky-way, And twilight cloaked the croft. 'Twas hard to realize on This Rate it:

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The Dead Kings
Francis Ledwidge
passed into song. A cock crowed near a hazel croft, And up aloft dim larks winged strong. And I, tRate it:

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The Lover And Birds
William Allingham
spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft With cackling laugh; Whom I, being half Enraged, caRate it:

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The Lyttel Boy
Eugene Field
ken her with his een; His cosset bleated in the croft, His toys unheeded lay,-- He wolde not goe, Rate it:

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The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw
John Clare
white cloaths to dry Around the eldern skirted croft Each barns green thatch reeks in the sun Its Rate it:

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The Sower
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
aloft, Startled from feed in some low-lying croft, Or far-off spires with yellow of sunset shine; ARate it:

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 06
William Langland
wilde foweles to kille, For thei cometh to my croft and croppeth my whete.' Curteisly the knyght Rate it:

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To Alfred Tennyson
Alfred Austin
April's music in their breast hath died, And croft and copse resound not as before. But, in this prRate it:

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