The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,That Passion can depress or raiseThe Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:Who dare deny what Virgil ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
How vain are mortal man's endeavours? (Said, at dame Elleot's, master Travers) Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard: Oh! may all statesmen ...
It's aboutthe ball,the bat,and the mitt.Ball hitsbat, or ithits mitt.Bat doesn'thit ball, batmeets it.Ball bouncesoff bat, fliesair, or thudsground (dud)or ...
On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with hoop and ball.Now ...
The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not passBut fear the noisome toad and shun the grass;And on the sunny ...
The turkeys wade the close to catch the beesIn the old border full of maple treesAnd often lay away and ...
When Pa comes home, I'm at the door,An' then he grabs me off the floorAn' throws me up an' catches ...
ON the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen,Playing there with hoop and ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
When I think of the many people who privately despise children, I can't say I'm completely shocked, having been one. ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small, All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with ...
1 The children of the Czar Played with a bouncing ball In the May morning, in the Czar's garden, Tossing ...
Mother, among the dustbins and the manure I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure As of the presence ...
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