The Shepherd’s Calendar – June (John Clare Poems)
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowedBeneath July's slow rains and heat and ...
after school a hard handgathered us to the sewing shopa flock of young girlswith children's facesbindweed at our waistsall winter ...
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as naturalAs the small tuber that feeds on muckAnd grows slowly from obtuse soilTo the ...
Along the garden ways just nowI heard the flowers speak;The white rose told me of your brow,The red rose of ...
What blessed yet terrible rain everywhere,With crosses and signs now streaking the air,Earth with small streams by the thousand.Glittering globes ...
A long eugenic pastreduces roses toa vain and pampered caste.Their charm is artifice,their fragile shell of cellsunfit for wilderness.Their languid ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
At the Midsummer, when the hay was down,Said I mournful - Though my life be in its prime,Bare lie my ...
Those halls of the Gireys - still vast and great! -Are galleries where desolation falls;Those varicolored domes, those crumbling hallsWhere ...
I had a father once, the records say. He has gone away down the long avenue Of death, on the ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse ...
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