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I tend my flowers for thee
Emily Dickinson
I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams— Geraniums— tint—and spot— Low Daisies—dot— My Ca...Rate it:

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Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
William Shakespeare
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, t...Rate it:

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The Raggedy Man
James Whitcomb Riley
pigs ist root' thue the garden-gate, 55 He 'tend like the pigs 'uz bears an' said, 56 "Old BeRate it:

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English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother
Robert Southey
and yet he was a merry man, And he had none to tend on him so well As I would tend my boy! TRAVELLRate it:

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God's Garden
Robert Frost
my vines and fig trees, With care my flowerets tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the Rate it:

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He Speaks Through Me
Mario William Vitale
is captured in a thought many people just tend to think a lot yet life is a wave filtered in a dreaRate it:

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My Lady
William Schwenck Gilbert
knows, To dream of it were treason - Would tend, as I suppose, To utter loss of reason! My state isRate it:

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My Vineyard
Robert William Service
and I am I. Serene, afar from woe and worry I tend my vines and do not hurry. I buss the lass and Rate it:

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The Twilight Of Disquietude
Christopher John Brennan
star may win its law's release, patience shall tend my modest hearth and trim a golden flame of pRate it:

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Ralph Waldo Emerson
now, my truant wise and sweet, Oh, whither tend thy feet? I had the right, few days ago, Thy steps Rate it:

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A Promise To California
Walt Whitman
and along the Western Sea; For These States tend inland, and toward the Western Sea--and I wilRate it:

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An Eclogue
Thomas Parnell
sympathising weep; Our Lads unskilld in musick tend the sheep; For Tom and Will our Yellow Ceres waRate it:

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Follow Your Saint
Thomas Campion
All that I sung still to her praise did tend, 8 Still she was first; still she my songs dRate it:

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Gunga Din
Rudyard Kipling
was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was "Din! Din!Rate it:

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Jest 'fore christmas
Eugene Field
to make things hum! But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz, That mother says to father: Rate it:

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Passionate Love
Nikhil Parekh
preach more than necessary; because at times you tend to become a victim of your own ideals; ratherRate it:

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Sonnet XXXIV: Venus! To Thee
Mary Darby Robinson
the wild rocks with madd'ning plaudits ring! Attend my pray'r! O! Queen of rapture! bring To these Rate it:

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Stay Close To Me
Mario William Vitale
into the leaves through the somber tender moment my heart permeates an escape we have come to far nRate it:

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We have a Little Garden
Beatrix Potter
we have sown. WE love our little garden, And tend it with such care, You will not find a faced leRate it:

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A Son of the Soil
James Brunton Stephens
then, you may cry “Vanity,” indeed. From my tend'rest years I've plumed myself on being an AustralRate it:

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Assumpta Maria
Francis Thompson
as a battle arrayed, For I bear you whither tend I; Ye are I: be undismayed! I, the Ark that for thRate it:

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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
head. But the nation never riz 'em. That 'would tend to Socialism'; So we have to fetch 'em over frRate it:

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Lead Soldiers
Amy Lowell
a mind that's none too rapid, Leaden brains tend to the vapid. But how beautifully dressed Is this Rate it:

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Soldier, Soldier
Rudyard Kipling
soldier come from the wars, I'll up an' tend to my true love!" "'E's lying on the dead with a bulleRate it:

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John Greenleaf Whittier
of our common grave, Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, Awed for myself, and pityingRate it:

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