The Flitting (John Clare Poems)
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at ...
Rebellion hath broken up house,And hath left me old lumber to sell;Come hither and take your choice,I'll promise to use ...
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