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 ...
A band of Arab brigands having taken up their position on the top ofa mountain and closed the passage of ...
Miss Danae, when Fair and Young(As Horace has divinely sung)Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceBy Doors of Steel, and ...
I love to see the little goldfinch pluckThe groundsel's feather'd seed, and twit and twit,And soon in bower of apple ...
This is the fifty millionth year-The world is old- how old it seems !Young literary gents flock hereTo feed on ...
Hadrian dead? Then thrust a bodkin straightInto his heart, that he be dead in sooth;And on the tidings twice or ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
Lord Thomas and fair AnnetSat all day on a hillWhen night was come and sun was setThey had not talked ...
The Needle and Thread one day were wed,The Thimble acted as priest,A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twinsWere among ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
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