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 ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
When lawless men their neighbours dispossess,The tenants they extirpate or oppress,And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil,Which the right ...
Between the blackened curbs lie stacked the harvest of the skies, Long lines of frozen, grimy cocks befouled by city feet;On ...
Her old love in tears and silence had been building her a palaceRinged by moats and flanked with towers, he ...
I wish that all the world was fullOf things that I could break or pull,Of leaden soldiers, sailing-boats,and castles great ...
The beauty of the scenery cannot sweetenmy bitter memories.In the courtyard, moss spreads over the stepsdespite the autumn wind.My bed ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
O SOLITARY shining sea That ripples in the sun, O gray and melancholy sea, O'er which the shadows run; O ...
The trees rustle; the wind blowsMerrily out of the town;The shadows creep, the sun goesSteadily over and down.In a brown ...
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
Sunset that screens, reveals -- Enhancing what we see By menaces of Amethyst And Moats of Mystery. (Emily Dickinson)
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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