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...av’rel Will fell aff the drift,
 An’ wandered thro’ the bow-kail,
An’ pou’t for want o’ better shift
 A runt was like a sow-tail
 Sae bow’t that night.


Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
 They roar an’ cry a’ throu’ther;
The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin,
 Wi’ stocks out owre their shouther:
An’ gif the custock’s sweet or sour,
 Wi’ joctelegs they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
 Wi’ cannie care, they’ve plac’d them
 To lie that night.


The lassies staw fra...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert

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...then his thoughts self-conquest prun'd, 
And heav'nly melancholy tun'd, 
 To bless and bear the rest. 

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Serene—to sow the seeds of peace, 
Rememb'ring, when he watch'd the fleece, 
 How sweetly Kidron purl'd— 
To further knowledge, silence vice, 
And plant plant perpetual paradise, 
 When God had calm'd the world. 

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Strong—in the Lord, Who could defy 
Satan, and all his pow'rs that lie 
 In sempiternal night; 
And hell, and horror, and despair 
Were as the lion a...Read more of this...

by Smart, Christopher

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...Chain'd in night
The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower?
Sow by night?
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?

Break this heavy chain.
That does freeze my bones around
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound....Read more of this...

by Blake, William

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...And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." 

Your friend is your needs answered. 

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. 

And he is your board and your fireside. 

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. 

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay." 

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; 

For without words, in friendsh...Read more of this...

by Gibran, Kahlil

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...We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, 
We build the house where we may rest, 
And then, at moments, suddenly, 
We look up to the great wide sky, 
Inquiring wherefore we were born… 
For earnest or for jest? 

The senses folding thick and dark 
About the stifled soul within, 
We guess diviner things beyond, 
And yearn to them with yearning fond; 
We strike out blin...Read more of this...

by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

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...out the different trees, and something, too,
About your mother that perhaps may help."
Dangerous self-arousing words to sow.
Luckily all she wanted of her name then
Was to rebuke her teacher with it next day,
And give the teacher a scare as from her father.
Anything further had been wasted on her,
Or so he tried to think to avoid blame.
She would forget it. She all but forgot it.
What he sowed with her slept so long a sleep,
And came so near death in the dark of years,
That w...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert

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...and in derision sets 
Upon their tongues a various spirit, to rase 
Quite out their native language; and, instead, 
To sow a jangling noise of words unknown: 
Forthwith a hideous gabble rises loud, 
Among the builders; each to other calls 
Not understood; till hoarse, and all in rage, 
As mocked they storm: great laughter was in Heaven, 
And looking down, to see the hubbub strange, 
And hear the din: Thus was the building left 
Ridiculous, and the work Confusion named. 
Wher...Read more of this...

by Milton, John

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...ld come unsought 
To genial faith, still rich in genial good; 
But how can He expect that others should 
Build for him, sow for him, and at his call 
Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? 

VII 

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, 
The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; 
Of Him who walked in glory and in joy 
Following his plough, along the mountain-side: 
By our own spirits are we deified: 
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; 
But thereof...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William

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...arp-hoof’d moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the
 chickadee, the prairie-dog,
The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, 
The brood of the turkey-hen, and she with her half-spread wings; 
I see in them and myself the same old law. 

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections; 
They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

I am enamour’d of growing out-doors, 
Of men that live among cattle, or taste of the ocean or woods...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt

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...unds of glue,
Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat,
A box of books, a cow,
A violin, Lord Byron's works,
A rip-saw and a sow.

A curve! a curve! the dangers grow!
"Labbord!--stabbord!--s-t-e-a-d-y!--so!--
Hard-a-port, Dol!--hellum-a-lee!
Haw the head mule!--the aft one gee!
Luff!--bring her to the wind!"

For straight a farmer brought a plank,--
(Mysteriously inspired)--
And laying it unto the ship,
In silent awe retired.

Then every sufferer stood amazed
That pilot man before...Read more of this...

by Twain, Mark

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...ft flesh by day,
It eats the flesh and bone by turns,
But it eats the heart alway.


For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.

They think a murderer's heart would taint
Each simple seed they sow.
It is not true! God's kindly earth
Is kindlier than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.

Ou...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar

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..., enslaved, fear one beast free!" 
 He followed towards the hill, climbed high above, 
 Lifted his voice, and, as the sowers sow 
 The seed down wind, thus did that lion throw 
 His message far enough the town to reach: 
 "King! your behavior really passes speech! 
 Thus far no harm I've wrought to him your son; 
 But now I give you notice—when night's done, 
 I will make entry at your city-gate, 
 Bringing the prince alive; and those who wait 
 To see him in my jaw...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor

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...what's of worth, your eyes shall first behold,
4.8 And then a world of dross among my gold.
4.9 When my Wild Oats were sown, and ripe, and mown,
4.10 I then receiv'd a harvest of mine own.
4.11 My reason, then bad judge, how little hope
4.12 Such empty seed should yield a better crop.
4.13 I then with both hands graspt the world together,
4.14 Thus out of one extreme into another,
4.15 But yet laid hold on virtue seemingly:
4.16 Who climbs without hold, climbs dangerously.
4...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne

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...od
There was no door, that he n'old* heave off bar, *could not
Or break it at a running with his head.
His beard as any sow or fox was red,
And thereto broad, as though it were a spade.
Upon the cop* right of his nose he had *head 
A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs
Red as the bristles of a sowe's ears.
His nose-thirles* blacke were and wide. *nostrils 
A sword and buckler bare he by his side.
His mouth as wide was as a furnace.
He was a jangler, and a goliarda...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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...was nothing left.
Yet saw I brent* the shippes hoppesteres,  *burnt
The hunter strangled with the wilde bears:
The sow freting* the child right in the cradle; *devouring 
The cook scalded, for all his longe ladle.
Nor was forgot, *by th'infortune of Mart* *through the misfortune
The carter overridden with his cart; of war*
Under the wheel full low he lay adown.
There were also of Mars' division,
The armourer, the bowyer*, and the smith, *maker of bows
That forgeth sh...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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...,
Hot action, never-ceasing toil, 
Shall stir, turn, dig, the spirit's soil; 
Fresh roots shall plant, fresh seed shall sow, 
Till a new garden there shall grow, 
Cleared of the weeds that fill it now,­ 
Mere human love, mere selfish yearning, 
Which, cherished, would arrest me yet. 
I grasp the plough, there's no returning, 
Let me, then, struggle to forget. 

But England's shores are yet in view, 
And England's skies of tender blue 
Are arched above her guardian sea. 
I can...Read more of this...

by Bronte, Charlotte

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...and re-kindling our first garden

The autumn we moved in, the rampant blossoms cager in the soil

Of my father’s first sowing.



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For us there was no garden, the cottage at Hall lngs

Had only a paved yard, with tufts of grass and lichen

The whole country round an abundance of hedges and ditches

Where dog-roses blossomed, meadows of cow-parsley, stiles to field paths,

The weathered sign ‘To Thurstonland’ we followed with hand-in-hand innocence,

Returning at sunset, ou...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry

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...Tai cry Supper -- heed them not. 

XI.
With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --
And Peace is Mahmud on his Golden Throne! 

XII.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 

XIII.
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take t...Read more of this...

by Khayyam, Omar

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...ommanded maidenhead,
Then had he damned* wedding out of dread;** *condemned **doubt
And certes, if there were no seed y-sow,* *sown
Virginity then whereof should it grow?
Paul durste not commanden, at the least,
A thing of which his Master gave no hest.* *command
The dart* is set up for virginity; *goal 6
Catch whoso may, who runneth best let see.
But this word is not ta'en of every wight,
*But there as* God will give it of his might. *except where*
I wot well that th' apostl...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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The evil heart will pity
Something and then regret.
But this light-headed sadness
It will not forget.

I only sow. To harvest.
Others will come. And yes!
The lovely group of harvesters
May true God bless.

And that more perfectly I could
Give to you gratitude,
Allow me to give the world
Love incorruptible.



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My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker.
It has become still better without love,
The sky is tall, the mountain wind is blowing...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna

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