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Anzac Square: What The Digger Said
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
fair worth as a fighting man may claim, And a plot of hallowed earth In the city of our birth: EarRate it:

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At The Ferry
Archibald Lampman
guard within their compass furled This plot of earth: beyond them lies The mystery of the echoing wRate it:

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Australia's Pride
William Thomas Goodge
hooray! the ladies, they Declared it was a plot, Beyond a doubt, to drive them out. But leave? Rate it:

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Bacchus
Ralph Waldo Emerson
shall walk with me; And the poor grass shall plot and plan What it will do when it is man. QuickRate it:

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Ballade Of Cleopatra's Needle
Andrew Lang
though gods be numb; Though human effort, plot, and plan Be sifted, drifted, like the sum Of sands Rate it:

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Barnfloor and Winepress
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Christ our Sacrifice is made! Thou whose dry plot for moisture gapes, We shout with them that tRate it:

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Bones, A.B. is Reminded
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
and curious, They stands a lot, till some dark plot Gets 'em all hot an' furious. Tricks with theirRate it:

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Brother Benedict
Alfred Austin
stumps peered through tares and docks; A rough plot stretched where in times gone by The plump applRate it:

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Burial Of A Fairy Queen
Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert
the sound, as if of footsteps, O'er the grass plot mov'd along; And distinctly came the accents Of Rate it:

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Chanclebury Ring
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
on which green hills look down Trim as a garden plot. No other hue Can hence be seen, save here andRate it:

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Change In Recurrence
George Meredith
demure, Would spy, on her trim garden-plot, The busy wild things chase and lure. For these with theRate it:

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Come-by-Chance
Andrew Barton Paterson
weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas the Postal Guide, Rate it:

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Conscience
Henry David Thoreau
out doors, Into the moors. I love a life whose plot is simple, And does not thicken with every pRate it:

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Cromwell's Return
Andrew Marvell
lived reservèd and austere, As if his highest plot To plant the bergamot, Could by industrious vRate it:

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Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play
George Gordon Lord Byron
I like your moral and machinery; Your plot, too, has such scope for scenery! Your dialogue isRate it:

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Deeper Then Monet
Mario William Vitale
portrait with lines in vast formation The plot of a sunset glow next to a vast ocean We can look Rate it:

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Differences
Paul Laurence Dunbar
bird when the grass is green In my small garden plot; But ah, he reads and prays, And I--I laugh, GRate it:

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Don't
Nikhil Parekh
wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously plot agains't the lives of orphaned children, Don't Rate it:

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Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick
Samuel Johnson
as they felt, they writ, 20 Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit. 21 Vice always found a sympatRate it:

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Dyspeptic Clerk
Robert William Service
soured with city men. So I will plant my little plot With lettuce, beans and peas; Potatoes too - Rate it:

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El Harith
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
tribes. Thus by night did they argue it and plot it, rose at dawn to their treason and stood forth Rate it:

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Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts)
Michael Drayton
the pleasures Nature could devise Within this plot she did imparadise; And great Diana of her sRate it:

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Epigram
Francis Quarles
not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes; every day Speaks a new scene; Rate it:

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Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori
George Gordon Lord Byron
like your moral and machinery; Your plot, too, has such scope for scenery: Your dialogue is apt andRate it:

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Fainting by the Way
Henry Kendall
barren place! See, behind us gleams a green plot, shall we thither turn and rest Till a cold wind fRate it:

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