The Cellar Door (John Clare Poems)
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
'Tis strange to live a year or two in SydneyAnd get acquaint with all its Nonpareils;To dine with people of ...
Drink till after twelve or more,Live it up with madmen !Earth is but my chamber floorAnd the sun my lantern.Nothing ...
Know ye the land where the leaf of the myrtleIs bestow'd on good livers in eating sublime?Where the rage for ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
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