The Vanities Of Life (John Clare Poems)
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_What are life's joys and gains? What pleasures crowd its ways,That man should take such pains To ...
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_What are life's joys and gains? What pleasures crowd its ways,That man should take such pains To ...
IOut of the reaches of illimitable nightThe blazing planet grew, and forc'd to lifeUnending cycles of progressive strifeAnd strange mutations ...
Our three cats is Maltese cats, An' they's two that's white,-- An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's 'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.-- Uncle say ...
Great Lady! That thus quite against our use,We speak your welcome by an English Muse,And in a vulgar tongue our ...
On a verdant summer isletI beheld a wondrous scene,In a trance of dreamy waking-Burial of a Fairy Queen!First I heard ...
Now will the foe of ev'ry flower, Send forth the tempest of his rage; List! how his winds the battle rage,And blow ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
"The brimming bucket at my mouth -Coolness of water! In all my veins the heat, the drouth, - O, the ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
C'est un petit chat noir effront? comme un page,Je le laisse jouer sur ma table souvent.Quelquefois il s'assied sans faire ...
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended kneesWho dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:That this rare plant is cropt before mine ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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