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 ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
1. Monday EveningYou see, now fear often fingers your heart,and at times the world seems only distant news;the old trees ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
Black wave the trees in the forestAnd a rough wind hurries by,But the swineherd's toddling daughterKnows where fallen pinecones lie.And ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
Through half her teens, e'en from her birth,All humour, comedy and mirth,Of fun and whim the very soul,While true good-nature ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Granny's come to our house, And ho! my lawzy-daisy! All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy! Fetched ...
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