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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
Emily Dickinson
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom To gain renown of Lady's Draw...Rate it:

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La Muse Vénale (The Venal Muse)
Charles Baudelaire
harvest the gold of the blue, vaulted sky? To earn your daily bread you are obliged To swing the cRate it:

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A Last Appeal
Edith Nesbit
claim? 'Food that we make for you, Money we earn: Give us our share of them-- Give us our turn.Rate it:

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A Different Meaning
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
use of the word is distinctly absurd, And would earn but contempt for the user. For a statesman's Rate it:

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Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone
Walther von der Vogelweide
victory. Then even I, a man with nothing, can earn rich wages. But I don't mean property, or the goRate it:

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Beautiful Crief
William Topaz McGonagall
holiday. The principal river there is the Earn, rolling on its way, And which flows from Loch EarRate it:

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Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve
Andrew Barton Paterson
with their feather-weight up, They wouldn't earn much of their damper In a race like the PresidenRate it:

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The Clerk
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
These be the splendid attributes Of one who yearns to emulate His master; and all work-soiled brutRate it:

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Wat Tyler - Act I
Robert Southey
legal robbers then should force away The hard-earn'd wages of our honest toil. The Parliament forRate it:

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A Farewell: To C.E.G
Charles Kingsley
lark who hails the dawn or breezy down; To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel Than Shakespeare'sRate it:

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A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
Emily Dickinson
Her monstrous House A single Ragged Child— To earn a Mine—would run That Interdicted Way, And tellRate it:

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BUTCHERED TO MAKE A DUTCHMAN'S HOLIDAY
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
For pity's sake, DON'T SHOOT 'EM!! And if you'd earn a D.S.O., Why every British sinner Should Rate it:

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Pixel and Wisdom
Ehsan Sehgal
the beauties I put the pixel In such a way To earn Their warm, sweet And kind attention SometimesRate it:

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Away! Away! Away! Away!
Henry David Thoreau
To know them still alive, But sweeter if we earn their bread, And in us they survive. Our life Rate it:

(4.67 / 3 votes)
Memorial Day
Joyce Kilmer
the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who Rate it:

(4.33 / 3 votes)
Little Orphant Annie
James Whitcomb Riley
make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other childern, when theRate it:

(4.00 / 2 votes)
Love And Life
Edith Nesbit
Love and Joy kept holiday? But now Love has to earn his bread By lifelong stress and toil of tears,Rate it:

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Along the Way
Sheila King
of that I’ve done, dated boys and had my fun Learned lessons, some harder than others. Made mistakeRate it:

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Dad
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
is an' 'oly terror when Friends try to 'elp 'im earn a bite an' sup. Oh, there'll be 'Ell to pay whRate it:

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Saltbush Bill's Second Flight
Andrew Barton Paterson
lived on the game for years; For he's maybe learnt in a boxing school, and sparred for a round or Rate it:

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The Legend of La Brea
Charles Kingsley
too, who died so early, He'd no need to earn their bread. Never stole, save what he needed, From tRate it:

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'The Old Leaven'
Adam Lindsay Gordon
for once in a way, Unless you're too old to learn. The shadows are cool by the water side Where theRate it:

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A Ballad of Freedom
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
sack. They knew that he who answered back Would earn, by his temerity, Severity - severity. So one Rate it:

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A Birthday
Aleister Crowley
Love! You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscroll Its happRate it:

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A Chaunt In Praise
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
of earthly ambition, I who but live for love? Earn me reward of the red rose, thine and love's laurRate it:

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