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When the reaper lays the sickle by,
Alfred Austin
When the reaper lays the sickle by, And taketh down the flail: When all we prized, and all we planned, Is ripe and stored at last, And Autumn looks...Rate it:

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Harvest Time
Donka Kristeva
from the chaff, forged in Truth's furnace, a sickle sways, the weed burns, the seed remains. FieldRate it:

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Harvests
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
and ripe ’neath an autumn sky, Awaiting the sickle keen, Harvests more precious than golden grain, Rate it:

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Invocation
Alfred Austin
waft you back to your own loved Isle.' `The sickle hath performed its work `The sickle hath perforRate it:

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Leave Me In Vermont
Mario William Vitale
tired and fickle I'm with arm and sickle lone embrace toward the one with sickle Easter is one brigade having it made pardon me as we disagree ...Rate it:

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The Harvest
Duncan Campbell Scott
wheat-field, Bearing a promise Of harvest and sickle-time, Opulent threshing-floors Dusty and dim Rate it:

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The Solitary Reaper
William Wordsworth
I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;-- I listened, motionless and Rate it:

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If you were mine, if you were mine,
Alfred Austin
warnings of the waning year, The garnering sickle, girdled sheaf, The falling acorn, floating leaf,Rate it:

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War
Percy Bysshe Shelley
field, And the stern warrior's arm the sickle wield? Not whilst some King, in cold ambition's dreaRate it:

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Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Thomas Gray
kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has Rate it:

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Mutability
Edmund Spenser
Time shall soon cut down with his consuming sickle. Then gin I think on that which Nature said. OfRate it:

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Look Seaward, Sentinel!
Alfred Austin
and mellow harvest stored, Felt the soft curving sickle from their gripe Timelessly wrenched, and iRate it:

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A Leave-Taking
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Saying, `If thou wilt, thrust in thy sickle and reap.' All is reaped now; no Rate it:

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A Royal Home-Coming
Alfred Austin
eight changeful moons Have moved from shield to sickle, seed to sheaves, And twice a hundred dawns,Rate it:

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A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Voss the more to his scandal, Turn'd me into a sickle with never a handle. A Night or two after a wRate it:

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A Sower
Sir Henry Newbolt
that within His spirit sleeps A harvest thin The sickle reaps; But the dumb fields Desire his treaRate it:

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Agricultural, Implements and Machinery
James McIntyre
became more fickle When the scythe took place of sickle ; Labor still it did sink lower By introduRate it:

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Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
far away Sweeps the blue Salernian bay With its sickle of white sand: Further still and furthermostRate it:

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An Allegory On Man
Thomas Parnell
Vest, for Day, and Night, was py'd; A bending Sickle arm'd his Side; And Spring's new Months his TrRate it:

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An Autumn Homily
Alfred Austin
quince is gathered now; The furrow yields the sickle to the share, And lonely trunks stretch out thRate it:

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Bellona
Adam Lindsay Gordon
swift and lithe, As corn falleth down to the sickle, As grass falleth down to the scythe, Thine armRate it:

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Brandenburgh Harvest-Song
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
corn, in golden light, Waves o'er the plain; The sickle's gleam is bright; Full swells the grain. Rate it:

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Colorful Autumn
Georg Trakl
of wilted, bleached scents, In the fountain the sickle moon shines Like a green glass in freezingRate it:

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Corruption
Henry Vaughan
that? what angel cries, 'Arise! thrust in Thy sickle'? Rate it:

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Declaration Of War
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
is yellow. My bodice like snow; The clover to sickle With others I go. Something pretty, e'er loRate it:

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