The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker’s Story (John Clare Poems)
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
PART I.Dark, with shrouds of mist surrounded. Rise the mountains from the shore,Where the galleys of the Islesmen Stand updrawn, their voyage ...
Ghastly, ghoulish, grinning skull,Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull,Why your smirk and empty smileAs the hours away you wile?Has the earth become ...
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
'Er keel was laid in Seventy-four,Let 'er go — let 'er go!They built 'er cheap, an' they scamped 'er sore,'Er ...
We left the murk of Merseyside, we left the flaring town;All smouldering red by Spanish Head the stormy sun went ...
Witch of Mull, the strangers hereCome to wreak their vengeance drear:Call the wind and call the wrack;Drown them, drive them, ...
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
There is a place where only I can go A space of solitary quietude a singular solitude where my thoughts ...
What does it mean when we say that they shall consider or must consider X or Y or Z? Does ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
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