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 ...
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
Sparabella.The wailings of a maiden I recite,A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight.Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat,Nor the ...
Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughsLike knotted tufts the crow's light dwelling shows,Where screen'd from northern blasts, and ...
On village green, whose smooth and well worn sod,Cross-path'd with every gossip's foot is trod;By cottage door where playful children ...
After W. M. P.Dear Kitty,At length the term's ending;I 'm in for my Schools in a week;And the time that ...
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
A raven, while with glossy breastHer new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,And, on her wicker-work high mounted,Her chickens prematurely counted(A fault ...
HODGE waded through the weekly news,"The Income Tax, he said,"That's nowt to me, I shallunt lose,'Twill hit the boss instead.Lloyd ...
What most men hunger for yet none achievesSave him who greatly cares not to be great,Who knows the loom of ...
Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife,And the cat runs to hear the whetted knife,And dogs are ever in ...
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
I went last week to Stowslay Fair, My sweetheart for to see; She promis'd she would meet me there- ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
I They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined--just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt ...
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined -- just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
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