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The Meeting of Wallace and Bruce on the Banks of the Carron Felicia Dorothea Hemans	Hast thou not seen thy brethren slain, The harvest of thy battle-plain, And bathed thy sword in blood, whose spot Eternity shall cancel...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Merchant Rabindranath Tagore	harvest....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The mind can wander. Ayne Blair	A fifth, a mother in her late thirties, bringing harvest orange and chestnut brown, for tongues and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Months Sara Coleridge	August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Mortal Worm's Dance: Reflections on Life's Bittersweet Melody Mawphniang Napoleon	crawl through the paddy fields, spoiling the harvest, The bitterness of whiskey and the coughing of Duma Kyllain smokers, All serve as reminders...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The New Year John Greenleaf Whittier	The glory of her forest leaves, And harvest-moon at night; And Winter with her leafless grove, And prisoned stream, and drifting snow,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Keg Of Rum Andrew Barton Paterson	And when harvest time was over, And we'd get our harvest fee, We'd meet, and quickly rise the keg, And then...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Lunch Wagon Fred Lassonde	Planting was tough but we did not kid Harvest was next after the crop grew equally hard work and so much to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Man's Counsel William Cullen Bryant	Not in vain to them were sent Seed-time and harvest, or the vernal shower That darkened the brown tilth, or snow that beat On the white winter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Man's Grave Lucy Maud Montgomery	Greenly lie on every side, Harvest fields he reaped and trod, Westering slopes of clover sod, Orchard lands where bloom and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Origin of Dreams Derrick Puente	But times no friend of mine He goes about his harvest Gathering the lives That faded just as soon as we Learned to love through lies Battle hard...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Passing Of The Century Alfred Austin	Upon furrows whose harvest were sheaves of slain; When the levin's glare by the thunder's crash Was bellowed, and ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Patriot Robert Browning	And you see my harvest, what I reap This very day, now a year is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pencil Seller Robert William Service	And see now, in the harvest of his fame, When round his pictures people gape and throng, A scurvy dealer sells this on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim John Greenleaf Whittier	I bring him; over fields of harvest sown With seeds of blessing, now to ripeness grown, I bid the sower pass before the reapers'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pleasures Of Love Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	The blade, the ear, the harvest--and our way Leads through a region wealthy grown and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet And The Muse Alfred Austin	Through the gloaming broadens the harvest moon; The fagged hind whistles his homeward tune; The last load creaks up the hamlet hill;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet VIII Khalil Gibran	Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the Harvest for her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet's Possession Archibald Lampman	A second tilth and second harvest, be, The crop of images and curious...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Potato Harvest Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	Some barrels; and the day-worn harvest-folk, Here emptying their baskets, jar the hush With hollow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rainbow Felicia Dorothea Hemans	Seed-time and harvest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ranger John Greenleaf Whittier	Gone the summer's harvest mowing, And again the fields are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Reapers In Autumn James Thomson	Spike after spike, their scanty harvest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rebel Henry Lawson	Yet they go in rags and hunger in the harvest of their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Red Cross Nurse Katharine Lee Bates	Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains, From that old, gladsome town of Shrewsbury, Throned on twin hills and girdled by a loop...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)