The Shepherds Calendar – July (John Clare Poems)
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides ...
Supper removed, the mother sits,And tells her tales by starts and fits.Not willing to lose time or toil,She knits or ...
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!--The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young,The heart ...
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, And I opened the window to see,When every maiden went by with her spark But ...
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face ...
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. ...
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