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John Clare: The Badger

The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.

May 31, 2019 · Leave a comment

Charlotte Turner Smith: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic

In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than fear

April 19, 2019 · 1 Comment

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

January 6, 2019 · 1 Comment

Dorothy Wordsworth: The moon had the old moon in her arms

The columbine … is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants … Continue reading

November 16, 2018 · Leave a comment

John Keats: To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To … Continue reading

October 26, 2018 · Leave a comment

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon’s transparent might, The breath of the … Continue reading

August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: What If You Slept

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower … Continue reading

May 6, 2017 · 1 Comment

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