The Shepherds Calendar – December-Christmass (John Clare Poems)
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my, Wherfore and why, why? For the sowle of Philip Sparowe, That ...
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte ...
Hee that seekes gold, or pearle, must delve, or dive, And descend toward Hell: Thus things, for which the world doth chiefely ...
A middle way some did attempte to find, T'wixt Truth, and Falsity: But They their Logicke lost, or left behind, And their philosophye, When ...
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime throwsIn the green grassy lap ...
Chorus./ Prais'd bee our Great Creatour, Angells./ In the skyes. Men./ In earth and water. Cho./ Who doth not his workes despise An. Us Hee ...
You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,Witnes but this when death hath clos'd mine eyes,And separated me from earthly ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought, To give a loose to Melancholy Thought; Opprest, and sighing with the ...
When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,They mustred their souldiers ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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