The Shepherds Calendar – December-Christmass (John Clare Poems)
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Oh yes, there's fire in the heart of man-A beast is he when'er it pleases him:He frowns upon the members ...
"Ibis et redibis nunquam peribis in bello." - Oracle.I SEEK not the grove where the wood-robins whistle,Where the light sparrows ...
While snow the window-panes bedim,The fire curls up a sunny charm,Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,The flowering ale is set ...
IF "Yea" and "Nay" were words enough for Him,Who taught beyond the lessons of all teaching,With works nor Time nor ...
Him rival to the gods I place,Him loftier yet, if loftier be,Who, Lesbia, sits before thy face,Who listens and who ...
I lift mine eyes, and lo! impetuous tearsBedim them, as the tides of thought o'erflowThe soul's expansion. On thy peaks ...
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--To strain my sight where steeped in golden-grayThe sun-illumined vapors gently surge,To melt ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
DAUGHTER of Exercise and calm Content,By Temperance nourish'd in the shady vale,Where Dian's nymphs resort with bows unbent,To taste the ...
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings;It takes a hold, and seems to reach 'Way down into your ...
Hear ye my statute, men of Attica-- Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause; Yea, and in ...
Hi, Cockalorum! But - Misery me!What is the aftermath going to be? With joy at its zenith and sorrow its ...
I know the days are heavy on thy hands, Thy lonely pillow wet with many a tear, Thy sad reflections ...
The way I walk, an angel of God's throne, The dearest, brightest, oft with drooping wings, Bound on a mission ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
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