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 ...
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise.Wiser than seer or scientist--contentTo ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,Close at my side, so silently he cameNor gave a sign of ...
THE BEES in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay:The air is fresh, I seem to ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
The scarlet-jewelled ashtree sighed - 'He cometh,For whom no wine is poured and no bee hummeth.'The huddled bean-sheaves under the ...
When behind her violated border, With unflinching bayonet and gun,Belgium, in heroic battle order, Met the savage onset ...
Alas! his praise I cannot write,Nor paint him true for other eyes;For only in love's blessed lightCould you have known ...
What time in summer, sad with so much light, The sun beats ceaselessly upon the fields; The harvesters, ...
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an ...
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