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The Plough-Hands’ Song
Joel Chandler Harris
NIGGER mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n— Dat sun ’s a-slantin’; Nigger mighty happy w’en he year de dinner ho’n— Dat sun ’s a-slantin’; En he mo...Rate it:

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To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough
Robert Burns
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickerin brattle! I wad be laith t...Rate it:

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Joe Ramsbottom
Marriott Edgar
here when they came. One day Joe were ploughing his three-acre field When the front of his plough Rate it:

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The Four Seasons : Spring
James Thomson
from their stalls, to where the well used plough Lies in the furrow, loosen'd from the frost. TheRate it:

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The Plougher
Padraic Colum
earth broken; Beside him two horses -- a plough! Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawnRate it:

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THE COUNTRY LIFE:
Robert Herrick
be Less happy, less enjoying thee. Thou never plough'st the ocean's foam To seek and bring rough peRate it:

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April Byeway
Edmund Blunden
brow Armed round with many a felly and crackt plough: And we will mark in his white smock the mill Rate it:

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At The Sound Of The Drum
Edith Nesbit
going to drive the foe as you used to drive the plough? Are you going for a soldier now? I am goRate it:

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Boston
Ralph Waldo Emerson
pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?Rate it:

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Caliban Upon Rudiments Or Autoschediastic Theology In A Hole
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
a dozen stick inside; Let forty through and plough the sorry rest. 'Thinketh, such shows nor rightRate it:

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Friends Beyond
Thomas Hardy
Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, Rate it:

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Hamatreya
Ralph Waldo Emerson
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful bRate it:

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John Barleycorn: A Ballad
Robert Burns
oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his Rate it:

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King Volmer and Elsie
John Greenleaf Whittier
love must ride, A yoke of steers before the plough is all that he must guide.' The knight looked dRate it:

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Making Cider
Victoria Sackville-West
shed The big round cartwheels, blue and red; A plough with blunted share; A blue tin jug; a broken Rate it:

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
Mark Akenside
charg'd the foe: Who taught the steer the wintry plough to indure, Now in full councils check'd incRate it:

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On The Loss Of The Royal George
William Cowper
again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, HiRate it:

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Remembrances
John Clare
I was not half so big While I held my little plough though twas but a willow twig And drove my teamRate it:

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Seed-Time and Harvest
Ada Cambridge
grasses, widely yawn. God's hand is on the plough—so be thou still. Thou canst not see Him, for thRate it:

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Song of the Wheat
Andrew Barton Paterson
by the land would thrive Must his spurs to a plough-share beat. Is there ever a man in the worldRate it:

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Song To The Men Of England
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I. Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? II. Wherefo...Rate it:

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The Drunkard's Funeral
Vachel Lindsay
where his work does good. Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood, Let him learn hoRate it:

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The Fens
John Clare
gazing brow, Who lives and triumphs in the plough-- One sometimes meets a pleasant sward Of swarthyRate it:

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The Furrow
Cicely Fox Smith
An old horse to the furrow - an old man to the plough - For the young horse and the young lad, they're needed yonder now - The horse, so young and...Rate it:

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The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home
Robert Herrick
freely drink to your lord's health, Then to the plough, (the common-wealth) Next to your flails, Rate it:

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