The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day (John Clare Poems)
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
To Denis DevlinAgain the native hour lets down the locksUncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;Ten years ago His ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
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