Summer Winds (John Clare Poems)
The wind waves oer the meadows green And shakes my own wild flowersAnd shifts about the moving scene Like the life of ...
The wind waves oer the meadows green And shakes my own wild flowersAnd shifts about the moving scene Like the life of ...
A year hence may the grass that wavesO'er English men in Flemish graves,Coating this clay with green of peaceAnd softness ...
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, And yellowhammers gathering the dry bentsBy the dyke side, on stilly moor or ...
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
Oh, for those days that had no doubt, When I, a simple village laddie,Sang with much glee the rhyme about ...
The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows(Where silver streams the winter longSing pleasantly their tinkling song) Not many ...
Down in the dyke of the ancient folk,Hard by the rampart crowned with oak,My foot sank deep in the drift ...
Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw brideTo meet her winsome groom,When she was aware of twa bonny birdsSat ...
UP on Yorla intake,Lookin' doon thoo seesLang blue back of Hamble HillAboon wind-crooked trees;Round thee lapwings call;Black-faced moorland flocksShelter nigh ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
Down with the rosemary and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
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