The Cellar Door (John Clare Poems)
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
Dawn of a pleasant morning in May,Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray;While perched in the tallest tree-tops, the birdsWere ...
1Stiff work for hands or will, they drovetheir brig southward. Science asked them assignplanet and land-mass place where none was ...
Among people laughing, the day you disappeared, I was hiding like a blade of straw in the twisted wheel of ...
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