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The Cremation Of Sam McGee Robert William Service	By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold;...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Cotter's Saturday Night, The Robert Burns	This night his weekly moil is at an end,-- Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
To the Negro Farmers of the United States Alice Dunbar-Nelson	The bare-fanged wolves of hunger in the moil Of Life’s...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Up and down Teacher Kevin	I sweat in toil I grind and moil Back and forth I ascend...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Commonplace Song George Essex Evans	Cheer the weary face Where brave women moil and sorrow In the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Singer William Allingham	Into the day with moil or murmuring; Whereto, as if to some unlawful thing, He sto]e, musing or praying at its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Adrift Elizabeth Spaulding	A weak comparison to Emptiness inside Waters moil Waves agitate Ensnared between the now Drifitng to the past Murky memories Tenebrous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Alton Locke's Song Charles Kingsley	Why for sluggards cark and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Argument Vachel Lindsay	Flame-like to hover o'er the moil and grime, Striving, aspiring till the shame is gone, Sowing a million flowers, where now...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At a Lunar Eclipse Thomas Hardy	With continents of moil and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At San Giovanni Del Lago Alfred Austin	``Yours then will be the moil, the heat, Yours be the strain and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At The Gate Of The Convent Alfred Austin	Why from calm cloisters backward wend, Where moil is much and peace is none, And journeying hath nor bourne nor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By a Norfolk Broad Ada Cambridge	Far from the haunts of striving men, the toil and moil, the dust and din, At home, at peace, in this lone fen, with these our dumb and gentler kin;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Charm, The Rupert Brooke	Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone, Out of the slow grim fight, One thought to wing -- to you, asleep, In some cool...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From Shadow Duncan Campbell Scott	The moil of our fretted life Is borne anew to the soul, Borne with its cark and strife, Its burden of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Honours - Part1 Jean Ingelow	'Still must I plod, and still in cities moil; From precious leisure, learned leisure far, Dull my best self with handling common...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Summer Paul Laurence Dunbar	O ye who toil in the town, And ye who moil in the mart, Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong Shall renew your joy of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Infirmities Robert William Service	I used to, comfort round me clings, And from the moil of market brings Me rich release; So welcome age with tranquil mind; Even infirmities...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Keepsake Mill Robert Louis Stevenson	Deaf are his ears with the moil of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part II. Isabella Valancy Crawford	for a man To stand amid the cloudy roll and moil, The phantom waters breaking overhead, Shades of vex'd billows bursting on his breast, Torn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Northern Farmer: New Style Alfred Lord Tennyson	But 'e tued an' moil'd issén dead, an' 'e died a good un, 'e...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
OUR HISTORY Alhassan Maryam	We were forced to toil and moil for them in Our own land Bounded by chains and shackles from our necks to our calves ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Barefoot Boy John Greenleaf Whittier	Up and down in ceaseless moil: Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in Quick...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Castle Of Indolence James Thomson	That like an emmet thou must ever moil, Is a sad sentence of an ancient date: And, certes, there is for it reason great; For,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Charm Rupert Brooke	Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone, Out of the slow grim fight, One thought to wing -- to you, asleep, In some cool...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)