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Rural Elegance, An Ode to the Late Duchess of Somerset
William Shenstone
his faithful fences torn, He finds his labour'd crops a prey; He sees his flock no more in circles Rate it:

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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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London Types: News Boy
William Ernest Henley
dares, And, daring, lands his public neck and crop. Even the many-tortured London ear, The much-Rate 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 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 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 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 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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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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Break of Day
Siegfried Sassoon
the light, Then stretches down his head to crop the green. All things that he has loved are in hiRate it:

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Bring Wine
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
216 Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held fast. By love’s soul, bring me a cup o...Rate it:

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By Wood and Wold
Adam Lindsay Gordon
shadows look cool and broad— You can crop the grass as fast as you please, While I stretch my limbsRate it:

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Can Never evolve
Nikhil Parekh
fructifying and ebulliently blissful crop, The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; canRate it:

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Cavalier Tunes
Robert Browning
Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unableRate it:

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