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 ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
When the stars from the skies have fallen And the smoke of the world's cleared away;When Saint Peter marks "30" in ...
"We'll all be rooned," said HanrahanIn accents most forlornOutside the church ere Mass beganOne frosty Sunday morn.The congregation stood about,Coat-collars ...
For the Mark Twain Dinner, December 5, 1905 Some three-score years and ten ago A prince was born at Florida, Mo.; And though ...
Christmas-eve came to us darkly, Darkly to our cottage door,Not with brave and boisterous greeting, As it used to come of yore;Not ...
Hark, the storm is raging high; Beat the breakers on the coast,And the wintry waters cry Like the wailing of a ghost.On ...
Thrush, across the twilightHere in the abbey close,Pouring from your lilac-boughNote on pebbled note,Why do you sing so,Making your song ...
I STOOD as one enchanted, All in the forest deep:As one that wond'ring wanders, Dream-bound within his sleep.A thousand rustling footsteps Pattered upon ...
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hillRushed o'er the wood with startling sound;Then--all at once the air was still,And showers of ...
Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:They feel the change; so let us shun the ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
The merry brown hares came leapingOver the crest of the hill,Where the clover and corn lay sleepingUnder the moonlight still.Leaping ...
BROWNING, old fellow,Your leaves grow yellow,Beginning to mellowAs seasons pass.Your cover is wrinkled,And stained and sprinkled,And warped and crinkledFrom sleep ...
The rain was like a little mouse,Quiet, small, and gray,It pattered all around the houseAnd then it went away.It did ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met ...
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