The Shepherd’s Calendar – September (John Clare Poems)
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
AS Celia, who a coquette was,O'er fading charms lamented,She frown'd upon her looking-glass,And thus her spleen she vented."Thou silly, stupid, ...
A lawyer had a legal mouse,A naughty one they say,That took possession of his houseAnd papers ev'ry day,His books and ...
Barefooted boys scud up the street Or skurry under sheltering sheds;And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet, Gleam from the shawls about their ...
It's aboutthe ball,the bat,and the mitt.Ball hitsbat, or ithits mitt.Bat doesn'thit ball, batmeets it.Ball bouncesoff bat, fliesair, or thudsground (dud)or ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
A is for Tarsus. The current short skirtsDo not conceal it, which pleases the flirts. B is the letter for ...
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
Where have they gone to—the little girlsWith natural manners and natural curls;Who love their dollies and like their toys,And talk ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
GOODBYE - O ungrateful child! You said to me - goodbye -? Madness! better it would be To separate the ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat ...
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
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