The Shepherds Calendar – May (John Clare Poems)
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
She dwelt within a convent wall Beside the "blue Moselle," And pure and simple was her life As is the tale I tell. She ...
YES, love, the Spring shall come again, But not as once it came: Once more in meadow and in lane ...
Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate ...
In a vale of light and laughter,Shining 'neath the friendly sun,Where fulfilment follow'd afterEv'ry hope or dream begun;Where an Aidenn ...
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
In April, in AprilMy heart is setWhere the pansy and the violetAnd the daffodil,And close-folded lilies growIn borders dark with ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
1.I lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress;I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed ...
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
The sea has left the strand- In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
Nature has a thousand choirs Singing in the sylvan shadows, And the music of her lyres Echoes in ...
CLOSE in the hedge a Violet bloom'd Upon its native stem,Deck'd with a dewy drop more bright Than ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
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