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June – John Clare

Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee Are … Continue reading

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Market Day – John Clare

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke That urges switching tail nor mends his pace, On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse, The farmer goes jog trotting to the fair. Both keep their pace that nothing can … Continue reading

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Milkmaid – Laurie Lee

The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock lies panting for her voice, their black horns buried deep in marigolds. They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies, and press … Continue reading

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Town Owl – Laurie Lee

On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; When quartered moons pale in the sky, and neons glow along the dark like deadly nightshade on a briar; Above … Continue reading

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To The Mind Of Man – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues Clothest this naked world; and over Sea And Earth and air, and all the shapes that be In peopled darkness of this wondrous world The Spirit of thy glory dost diffuse … … Continue reading

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Genesis Bk I – Caedmon

I (ll. 1-28) Right is it that we praise the King of heaven, the Lord of hosts, and love Him with all our hearts. For He is great in power, the Source of all created things, the Lord Almighty. Never … Continue reading

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poem – kate kearney

WHY doth the maiden turn away From voice so sweet, and words so dear? Why doth the maiden turn away When love and flattery woo her ear? And rarely that enchanted twain Whisper in woman’s ear in vain. Why doth … Continue reading

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