The Shepherds Calendar – July (John Clare Poems)
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
COME, spread your wings, as I spread mine,And leave the crowded hallFor where the eyes of twilight shineO'er evening's western ...
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;To know the bounding steeds bring nearThe loved ...
On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the airStands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian ...
The misty rain makes dim my face, The night's black cloak is o'er me; I tread the dripping cypress-place, A flickering light before ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
O, the trees grow straight and the trees grow tall, And the trees grow all around;And the long limbs sprout ...
Have you ever mused in silence upon a summer's day And let your thoughts run riot and your ...
and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They ...
As first I remember him: A red man, and tall, Great Toll, the blacksmith, filled my childish eye.At its first ...
The hawk whoops on high, and keen, keen from yon' cliff, Lo! the eagle on watch eyes the stag ...
Out of thy door I run to do the thingThat calls upon me. Straight the wind of wordsWhoops from mine ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Like a reminder of this life of trams, sun, sparrows, and the flighty uncontrolledness of streams leaping like thermometers, and ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
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