The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some Official - high up he says in the Ministry, I note that ...
All night they whine upon their ropes and boom against the dock with helpless prows: these little ships that are ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Is there any reward? I'm beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see ...
Behold I bring you tidings of great joyâ?" especially now that the snow & gale are stillâ?" for Henry is ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver is before you for his deliverance, my lords. He stands, as charged ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
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