The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
It is well that beauteous woman Has the quickest sense of wrong;That the tenderest traits of feeling To her faithful heart belong;That ...
Your deep sweet eyes have thrilled me,Beside the mountain streams,Your mellow voice has filled meWith happy, sunlit dreams.What matter how ...
You've heard of the Valley of Klondyke, The cruellest and hardest of places,Where all men are moiling and toiling for ...
I.THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: All toiling and moiling, ...
It's little that I'd care for the glories of Ireland, Waiting for the shadows to gather in the ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
These are enchanted mirrors that I bring,By demons wrought from metals of the moonTo burnished forms of lune or plenilune:Therein ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Stupidity, woe's anodyne, Be kind and comfort me in mine; Smooth out the furrows of my brow, Make me as ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
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