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 ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
...Thus chydand with her drerie destenye,Weiping, scho woik the nicht fra end to end;Bot all in vane; hir dule, hir ...
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cavenerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.Wanting my fulness and not ...
XXIVWhat is far hence led to the den of making:Moves unlike wildfire; not so simple-happyPloughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentemDigging ...
He that his tunge can temper and refrayneAnd asswage the foly of hasty langageShall kepe his mynde from trouble, sadnes ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?Do you remember an Inn?And the tedding and the spreading of the straw for a bedding,And ...
Closer to a bell than a bird,that clapper ringingthe clear nameof its inventor:by turns louderand quieter than a clock,its numbered ...
Sally is gone that was so kindly,Sally is gone from Ha'nacker HillAnd the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;And ...
Begin summer and the seaa cracked-open quincethe sky like a child'sballoonfar above the waterUnder the umbrellaslike stripy sugarsticksants of peopleand ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since then ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; Before one solemn word was said A bird ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Don't box down to the little box Which supposedly contains everything Your star and all other stars Empty yourself In ...
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