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 ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Gay was the Maid of OcramAs lady eer might beEre she did venture past a maidTo love Lord Gregory.Fair was ...
Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing ...
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at ...
While snow the window-panes bedim,The fire curls up a sunny charm,Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,The flowering ale is set ...
I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd ...
The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,Then thinks upon the fire ...
A faithless shepherd courted me,He stole away my liberty.When my poor heart was strange to men,He came and smiled and ...
The fir trees taper into twigs and wearThe rich blue green of summer all the year,Softening the roughest tempest almost ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
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