The Fens (John Clare Poems)
Wandering by the river's edge,I love to rustle through the sedgeAnd through the woods of reed to tearAlmost as high ...
Wandering by the river's edge,I love to rustle through the sedgeAnd through the woods of reed to tearAlmost as high ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
Now, shearers' cooks, as shearers know,Are very seldom wont to blow;But when I took to dabbing tarAnd 'picking-up' on Blaringar,The ...
Sun salved, we sit on the front porch, carefulwhen we speak, watching the crows swagger nearthe property line, dabbing - ...
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