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 ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
July the month of summers primeAgain resumes her busy timeScythes tinkle in each grassy dellWhere solitude was wont to dwellAnd ...
ALL honour, reverence, and due regard,My son! unto thy parents ever give:'Tis God's command! — and thou, for thy reward,Shalt, ...
Strephon & I upon a bank were laid,Where the gay spring in varied colours playd,& her rich odours lavish nature ...
He donn'd his bannet braid and blue, His hame-spun suit o' hodden grey,His blue boot-hose drew ower his knees, An' teuk the ...
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;Wordys well ...
Ah! ken ye what I met the dayOut oure the MountainsA coming down by craggis greyAn mossie fountains --A goud ...
He. When first my Biddy love profestMy rapture ran so highNot Gentle S---s fondly prestTo beautious G---s panting breastWas half ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
Gil Morrice was an erles son,His name it waxed wide:It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot ...
Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,But I wat they had better staid at hame;For Mitchell o Winfield he is dead,And ...
In London city was Bicham born,He longd strange countries for to see,But he was taen by a savage Moor,Who handld ...
" 'THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three, An I wad be a beager for ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
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