The Flitting (John Clare Poems)
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
FOR THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY, 1816.When Spain's proud Genius saw Columbus braveThe Western Course of the Atlantic Wave;Saw his aspiring Mind, ...
Millions have been and passed from view Benignity who never knew; No aspiration theirs, nor aim; Existence soulless as the clay From whence they ...
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the ...
I. Immortal Harmony! thy heavenly strain Coeval grew with sea, and earth, and skies.- What time from chaos' rude primeval reign The Almighty Fiat ...
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? I've known the fellow for years;My button I've wrenched from his clutch, man: I shudder whenever ...
And I behold once moreMy old familiar haunts; here the blue river,The same blue wonder that my infant eyeAdmired, sage ...
Avert, proud Death, thy lifted spear,Nor vaunt thee King of Terrors, here;Shorn of thy first envenom'd sting,Vain are all terrors ...
How grandly solemn is this arch of night, How wonderfully beautiful and vast,Crowded with worlds enswathed in living light, Coeval with th' ...
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears,Thou that dissemblest even in death's reposeEarth's quiet pulse and her remedial throes,How dull ...
O poet, would'st thou make a name That ne'er will die,But be coeval with the lights In yonder sky?Strike not a single, ...
Mean while loquacious Fame the News thro'--out Each Corner of the Land had spread about. The Monster Fame; by Stealth ...
I. Silence! coeval with Eternity;Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in ...
In the winter, flowers are springing;In the winter, woods are green,Where our banished birds are singing,Where our summer sun is ...
To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This -- would be Poetry ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
Image of Light, Adieu -- Thanks for the interview -- So long -- so short -- Preceptor of the whole ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
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