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A Ballad Of Pikeville
Ambrose Bierce
like a hundred gallons, out of each recurrent crop, To the head of population-and consumes it, everRate 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 Dead Boche
Robert Graves
face a sodden green, Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired, Dribbling black blood from nose and beaRate it:

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A Gift Called Life
Nikhil Parekh
its surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop, In order to augment the glory of the volupRate 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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A Lament
William Henry Drummond
decked with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. Rate it:

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A Mountain Station
Andrew Barton Paterson
felons, And ravished from me unawares My crop of paddy-melons. And sometimes under sunny skies,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 Royal Princess
Christina Georgina Rossetti
work then for the soldiers, for this rank crop must be mown.' 'One I saw, a poor old fool with ashRate 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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A Song For The Irish Militia
Thomas Davis
But 'tis the soldier's sword alone Can reap the crop so bravely sown! No more I'll sing nor idly Rate it:

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A Song For The Irish Militia
Thomas Osborne Davis
'tis the soldier's sword alone Can reap the crop so bravely sown! No more I'll sing nor idly pine, Rate 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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A Toccata Of Galuppi's
Robert Browning
bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop: ``What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kisRate it:

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A Voice from the Town
Andrew Barton Paterson
fools grow afresh for the spoiling, And a new crop of thieves for the spoil. But a truce to thisRate it:

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A Year’s Windfalls
Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the wind of sunny June Thrives the red rose crop, Every day fresh blossoms blow While the firsRate it:

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After Every Devil There Is God
Nikhil Parekh
After every island of adulterated fertilizer crop; there lies the innocuous and tall tree, AfteRate it:

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Alphonso Of Castile
Ralph Waldo Emerson
in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre crop of figs and limes, Shorter days and harder timeRate it:

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Amalgamation
Nikhil Parekh
the soul; triggers the chords of imagination to crop up with a festoon of unbelievable ideas, ThRate it:

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Amos Sibley
Edgar Lee Masters
ministry. Therefore to do God's work and have it crop, I bore with her! So lied I to myself! So lieRate it:

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An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
John Milton
up by som unheedy swain, Who onely thought to crop the flowr New shot up from vernall showr; Rate it:

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An Exile's Death
Victor Marie Hugo
heaven's gifts to share. Blithe 'mong the barley crop one sees; Sad little rogues, sans though, or Rate it:

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Ballade Made In The Hot Weather
William Ernest Henley
of these! Vale-lily and periwinkle; Wet stone-crop on the sill; The look of leaves a-twinkle With Rate it:

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Beyond
Ernest Christopher Dowson
we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all the crops that grow, Love's aftermath. ARate it:

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Bixby's Landing
Robinson Jeffers
rich-lichened rock, the rose-tipped stone-crop, the constant Ocean's voices, the cloud-lightedRate it:

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