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 ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
Wandering by the river's edge,I love to rustle through the sedgeAnd through the woods of reed to tearAlmost as high ...
O Poesy is on the wane, For Fancy's visions all unfitting;I hardly know her face again, Nature herself seems on the flitting.The ...
_"From his honoured friend, William Davenant"_Poet of mighty power, I fainWould court the muse that honoured thee,And, like Elisha's spirit, ...
What is there in those distant hills My fancy longs to see,That many a mood of joy instils? Say what can fancy ...
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone-- In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.Twould soften hearts if they were hard ...
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own firesideTo go aboard a ship through love, and plough ...
He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were ...
The crow sat on the willow tree A-lifting up his wings,And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings,"I ...
My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, And we will of the party be,And leave the crickets in the hearth For green fields' ...
O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, With the dark ...
Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn; The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;That paled sky in the Autumn ...
How beautiful the summer night When birds roost on the mossy tree,When moon and stars are shining bright And home has gone ...
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at ...
I peeled bits of straws and I got switches tooFrom the grey peeling willow as idlers do,And I switched at ...
Infant' graves are steps of angels, where Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose. God is their parent, and they need no tear; He ...
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till ...
When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever-- A lost and ...
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face ...
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