John Clare: Autumn
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
Lord Byron: Epitaph to a Dog
…all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
John Keats: When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain
John Clare: The Instinct of Hope
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
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John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” — a lecture by Oxford Professor Belinda Jack
Leigh Hunt: Jenny Kiss'd Me
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
John Clare: The Thunder Mutters
The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Frost at Midnight
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…
John Clare: Summer
I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
William Wordsworth: Tintern Abbey
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 . Five years have past; five summers, with the … Continue reading