Clock-O’-Clay (John Clare Poems)
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside. Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy, ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
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