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 ...
Panic Fear.See Fear.Meanwhile the busy Messenger of Ill,Officious Fame, supplies new Terror still:A thousand Slaughters, and ten thousand FearsShe whispers ...
Noche, lobrega noche, eterno asilo Del miserable que, esquivando el sueno, En tu silencio pavoroso gime: No desdenes mi voz; letal beleno Presta a ...
Insensible of soft desire,Behold Colemira proveMore partial to the kitchen fireThan to the fire of Love.Night's sable clouds had half ...
A Prize PoemThe star of Bethlehem rose, and truth and lightBurst on the nations that reposed in night,And chased the ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Fabio ! the courtier's hopes are chains that windWith fatal strength around the ambitious mind; And he who breaks or ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
O jours de mon printemps, jours couronn?s de rose, A votre fuite en vain un long regret s'oppose, Beaux jours, ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
HARK! Young Democracy from sleep Our careless sentries raps: A backwash from the Future's deep Our Evil's foreland laps. Unknown, ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
'Tout est-il pr?t? partons. Oui, le m?t est dress?; Adieu donc.' Sur les bancs le rameur est plac?; La voile, ...
I.The merry Loves one holiday Were all at gambols madly; But Loves too long can seldom play Without behaving sadly. ...
Pour we libations to the father, Jove, And bid him watch propitious o'er our way; Pile on the ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories