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 ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
Now come: I will untangle for thy stepsNow by what motions the begetting bodiesOf the world-stuff beget the varied world,And ...
Now come: I will untangle for thy stepsNow by what motions the begetting bodiesOf the world-stuff beget the varied world,And ...
I KNOW you are not cruel, And you would not willingly hurt anything in the world. There is kindness in your eyes, There ...
A young gazelle there is in the tribe, dark-lipped, fruit-shaking,flaunting a double necklace of pearls and topazes,holding aloof, with the ...
The brow of a horse in that moment whenThe horse is drinking water so deeply from a troughIt seems to ...
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grassHe turned them into the river-lane;One after another he let them pass,Then fastened the ...
The crooked paths go every way Upon the hill — they wind aboutThrough the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness.And ...
"What shall we do, as years go by,And Peace remains a stranger —With Richmond yet in rebel hands,And Washington in ...
On a ploughland hill against the sky,Over the barley, over the rye,Time, which is now a black pine tree,Holds out ...
Yes, you have taken everything from me:Beauty and love and all the measurelessImpatience of proud April; even our seaShouting under ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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