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From The Fields Of Crop To The Mount Of Carmel.
Liam Ó Comáin
A young farm labourer’s daughter Trained well for farming work Until in her late teens she Decided to follow Christ. After some priestly discussion...Rate it:

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Gathering Leaves
Robert Frost
for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shallRate it:

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Georgia Dusk
Jean Toomer
lands fulfill Their early promise of a bumper crop. Smoke from the pyramidal sawdust pile Curls upRate it:

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Gravikty
Harold Monro
the prop Among the long roots of his fragile crop. You manufacture for him, and insure House, harveRate it:

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Grey Gull
Robert William Service
and by cold, To where each fowl full-filled its crop. They hospitably welcomed it, And at the foodRate it:

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Harvest
John Newton
the farmer's toil: Gracious Lord, secure the crop, Satisfy the poor with food; In thy mercy is our Rate it:

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He Was Every Person's Creator
Nikhil Parekh
power to create infinite meadows of lush green crop, For every skeleton lying disdainfully buriedRate it:

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Hearts
Nikhil Parekh
mud; lies in its prowess to produce fertile crop, The heart of succulent grass; lies in profound Rate it:

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Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark
Boris Pasternak
stars trickle slowly through the throat to the crop, While the nightingales roll up their eyes in aRate it:

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Inexorable
William Henry Drummond
deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. Rate it:

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Is There Any Point
Nikhil Parekh
when we know that they are inevitably going to crop up despite the most intractable of resistance, Rate it:

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Jump-To-Glory Jane
George Meredith
stupid stare. XIII When turnips were a filling crop, In scorn they jumped a butcher's shop: Or, sRate it:

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L'Allegro
John Milton
at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin Rate 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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Love Among The Ruins
Robert Browning
thro' the twilight, stray or stop As they crop--- Was the site once of a city great and gay, Rate it:

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Love Among The Ruins
Robert Browning
thro' the twilight, stray or stop As they crop-- Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So theRate it:

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My Baby Daughter's Originality.
Nikhil Parekh
aura, Not her rushing to me like wounded crop at the tiniest fall which happened quite inadvertenRate it:

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My Prime of Youth Is But a Frost of Cares
Chidiock Tichborne
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good Rate it:

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My Tenants
Helen Hunt Jackson
with a certain veiled delight, Hear half the crop is lost by blight. Letter of the law these mayRate it:

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New Things Are Best
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
with the storm winds blowing Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it. Last year I wore yourRate it:

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Ode II: To Sleep
Mark Akenside
tuneful birds lie hush'd in sleep, With all that crop the verdant food, With all that skim the crysRate it:

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Old Spense
Isabella Valancy Crawford
store on muscle; B'liev'd in hustlin' in the crop, An' prayin' on the last load top! An' yet he heRate it:

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On A Country Life
James Thomson
paw and scrape the ground: They cheerfully do crop the insipid grass, The shepherds sighing, cry,Rate it:

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On the Dark, Still, Dry Warm Weather
Gilbert White
upturn His mellow glebe, best pledge of future crop: With glee the gardener eyes his smoking bedsRate it:

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On the Death of Adrienne Lecouvreur, A Celebrated Actress
Voltaire
wither in our fields, And France no more a crop of merit yields: Wherefore you gods do all our glorRate it:

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