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Liam Ó Comain
The poet’s crop From the field of Life where he or she Strives to ensure Satisfaction. But it is an art Of varied expression And various bards Con...Rate it:

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The Poetry of A Root Crop
Charles Kingsley
Underneath their eider-robe Russet swede and golden globe, Feathered carrot, burrowing deep, Steadfast wait in charmed sleep; Treasure-houses where...Rate it:

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From The Fields Of Crop To The Mount Of Carmel.
Liam Ó Comáin
A young farm labourer’s daughter Trained well for farming work Until in her late teens she Decided to follow Christ. After some priestly discussion...Rate it:

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A Runnable Stag
John Davidson
a stag, a stag, A runnable stag, a kingly crop, Brow, bay and tray and three on top, A stag, a rRate it:

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The Allisons
Roderic Quinn
and mirth — Harvester Time has reaped since then Crop after crop from the teeming earth! Nights theRate it:

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Horas between reality and dream!
Hassan Hegazy Hassan
neighbors When they unwillingly deliver their crop their whole crop every year to the populatiRate it:

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A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learnin
Robert Browning
Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citRate it:

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Dad on the Test
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
catch the score, Leavin' the horses down in the crop. Can you wonder that a farmer goes off pop? IRate it:

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Farmer Relishes Sugarcane Juice
Nikhil Parekh
hectares of his own land, floating with wealthy crop, tonnes of haphazardly strewn crimson apple, Rate it:

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Gathering Leaves
Robert Frost
for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shallRate it:

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John Newton
the farmer's toil: Gracious Lord, secure the crop, Satisfy the poor with food; In thy mercy is our Rate it:

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Patty of the Vale
John Clare
to see; And much the weedling tempted me To crop its tender flower; Exposed to wind and heavy rainRate it:

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The Devil Of Pope-Fig Island
La Fontaine
year concluded, we'll the fruits divided. What crop, pray tell me, dost thou mean to sow? The clod Rate it:

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The Fire At Ross's Farm
Henry Lawson
ploughed the soil, And year by year a richer crop Repaid him for his toil. Between the homes Rate it:

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The Shepherd's Week : Thursday; or, The Spell
John Gay
hand I sow, Who shall my true-love be, the crop shall mow.' I straight look'd back, and if my eyes Rate it:

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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
the game, An' my father he would rather raise a crop than make a name. For my father was a farmer, Rate it:

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A Cavalier Song
Robert Browning
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish an...Rate it:

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A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour
James Thomson
oozy channels swell. Feed on, my flocks, and crop the tender grass, Let blooming joy appear on evRate it:

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A Story at Dusk
Ada Cambridge
plums; And all the tangled hedgerows bore a crop Of scarlet hips, blue sloes, and blackberries, AndRate it:

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Carmel Point
Robinson Jeffers
of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we firRate it:

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Peter Simson's Farm
Edward George Dyson
is vain to think of cattle, or to try to raise a crop, For the farmer has gone under, andRate it:

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Rabbi Ben Ezra
Robert Browning
ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?Rate it:

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That's My Final Decision
Mario William Vitale
plant your seed deep into it will yield a great crop you lone cop homeboy do think a lot about the Rate it:

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The Explorer
Rudyard Kipling
and I believed it -- broke my land and sowed my crop -- Built my barns and strung my fences in thRate it:

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The White-Footed Deer
William Cullen Bryant
ways, The traveller saw the wild deer drink, Or crop the birchen sprays. Beneath a hill, whose rocRate it:

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