Bonny Lassie O! (John Clare Poems)
O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, With the dark ...
O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, With the dark ...
The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver dropsthat I am obliged to stoop down as ...
Among the purple buds, like laden censers,Careless upon the wind the catkins swing;They lay a golden spell upon the morning.From ...
O thou who hast beneath Thy handThe dark foundations of the land,--The motion of whose ordered thoughtAn instant universe hath ...
On Cotswold edge there is a field and thatGrows thick with corn and speedwell and the matOf thistles, of the ...
I walk among the daisies, as of old;But he comes never more by lane or fold.The same warm speedwell-field is ...
Face to face with the sunflower,Cheek to cheek with the rose,We follow a secret highwayHardly a traveller knows.The gold that ...
I took a Rosebud from a certain bower,And by its side placed an Orange flower,Then with the Speedwell, blended the ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, ...
'Twas when the dawn of mornin' began to stir i'th sky,I donned mysel' to wander Afore the dew wur dry;To ...
Dip down upon the northern shore,O sweet new-year, delaying long;Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,Delaying long, delay no more.What stays thee ...
The gorse is yellow on the heath,The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,The oaks are budding, and, beneath,The hawthorn soon ...
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His God imprisoned ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
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