The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker’s Story (John Clare Poems)
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
Beyond the fix'd and settl'd RulesOf Vice and Virtue in the Schools,Beyond the Letter of the Law,Which keeps our Men ...
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.She chose a thread of greatest ...
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! I love thee more for that thou changest not. When Winter comes with frigid blast, Or ...
SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William StreetWith a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place ...
WENDELL PHILLIPSHe stood upon the world's broad threshold; wideThe din of tattle and of slaughter rose;He saw God stand upon ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
IThe prime of summer is coming, and with it there comes, to-day,A thought of another summer, whose garlands have faded ...
I got so down to it last night, With longin' for what could not be,That nothin' in the world seemed ...
Down unto the ocean,Trembling with emotion,Panting at the notion,See the rivers run—In the golden weather,Tripping o'er the heather,Laughing all together—Madcaps ...
He gleaned all the gossip and he gathered all the news, Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering the grub;He knew ...
When mother's sewing buttons onTheir little garments, one by one,I settle down contented thereAnd watch her in her rocking chair.She's ...
Whate'er delights the verdant field,The grove, and mossy fountain yield;Whate'er the gentle, blooming spring,Or summer in their glory bring;Let them ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
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