Poems about scampers (10 Poems)
The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney glooms the valley thronged with beansSilent the village grows, wood wandering dreamsSeem not so lovely as its quiet seemsDoors are … Continue reading
The Shepherds Calendar – November (John Clare Poems)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a faceBeamless and pale and round, as if the moon,When done the journey of her nightly race,Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.For … Continue reading
War Diary (Miklos Radnoti Poems)
1. Monday Evening You see, now fear often fingers your heart,and at times the world seems only distant news;the old trees guard your childhood for youas an ever more ancient memory. Between suspicious mornings and foreboding nightsyou have lived half … Continue reading
Roly Poly (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
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 rounderThan a dumpling duly done,While they look as rich and ruddy,As a freshly-dawning sun. Roly Poly’s keen for breakfast;Ah! he … Continue reading
Adventure (Laura Benet Poems)
Black wave the trees in the forestAnd a rough wind hurries by,But the swineherd’s toddling daughterKnows where fallen pinecones lie. And girt with a snowy apronShe scampers, alert and gayTo the hidden pool in the hollowWhere the wan witch people … Continue reading
Up The River (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
TIS April! ‘Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron bars; The terraces lie shadowless beneath the smile of Heaven, And trodden but by chasing clouds, and the silent feet … Continue reading
Margit’s Comin’ (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae’rt theer i’th nook again;Where aw’ve a gill thae’s nine or ten: Thae mun have heir’t a fortin!Aw wonder heaw a mon can sitAn’ waste his bit o’ wage an’ wit:If aw’re thi … Continue reading
On Reading Verses by the Hon. Julia Curzon, on Hare Hunting. — Dec. 1792. (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Through half her teens, e’en from her birth,All humour, comedy and mirth,Of fun and whim the very soul,While true good-nature marks the whole,Wherever novelty invites,Or expectation paints delights;With health, and life, and spirits high,Wild as the winds see Julia fly!Old … Continue reading
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When done the journey of her nightly race, Had found him sleeping, … Continue reading
Granny (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Granny’s come to our house, And ho! my lawzy-daisy! All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin’ crazy! Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That … Continue reading