The Cellar Door (John Clare Poems)
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
From holy flower to holy flower Thou weavest thine unhallowed bower. The harmless dewdrops, beaded thin, Ripple along thy ropes of sin. Thy house ...
(LES PETITS COUPS) Let's learn to temper our desires, Not harshly to constrain; And since excess makes pleasure less, Why, so much more refrain. Small ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
I pray you, all ye men who put your trustIn moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,Holding that Nature lives from ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My ...
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