The Shepherds Calendar – May (John Clare Poems)
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
All work is over at the farmAnd men and maids are ripe for glee;Love slips among them sly and warmOr ...
ISmall twilight singerOf dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer wingerOf dusk's dim glimmer,How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings ...
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless ...
Cobwebs drape their skeins in the sun,While the sun spreads through my body.With the fruit heavy, tilting at noon,Will you ...
The regimental jackdaw 'as a bright an' beady eye;'E sits upon the tent-pole an' 'e winks both bold an' sly:'E ...
A smudge on his nose and a smear on his cheekAnd knees that might not have been washed in a ...
THE music blares into a ragtime tune-- The dancers whirl around the polished floor; Each powdered face a set expression ...
A face smiled at me from across the room caught in the shadows and folds of the floral patterned valance ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
Gazing to gold seraph wing, With wistful wonder in my eyes, A blue-behinded ape, I swing Upon the palms of ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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