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 Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and ...
Sure never did man seeA wretch like poor Nancy,So teazed day and nightBy a Dean and a Knight.To punish my ...
after Rene CharLet's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a stationbreak, a bridge of a song.Let's agree further ...
The foreigner placed his hand on your shoulder,late one cool evening, in a tavern of the old harbortown.Yellow sand flowed ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
High noon, and not a cloud in the skyTo break this blinding sun.Well, I've half the day before me still,And ...
. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold, My swag ...
There are strange things told of spirits bold,And the trail to Sante Fe,There is many a tale of the Chisholm ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
So how is life with your new bloke? Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke of his quivering oar and the ...
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