The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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Quotations from Baker's Glossary
[I]
[Where the water's allus running]
Where the water's allus running,While the spring is just beginning,
And the cowslips ever springing,
Come looping o'er the lea.
(i. 12)
[2]
[The frosty morning bites as sharp as fire]
The frosty morning bites as sharp as fire,The rime e'en blisters on the bucket bale.
(i. 29)
[3]
[When the mist o'er the heath hills smokes mealy and grey]
When the mist o'er the heath hills smokes mealy and grey,When the dew, like to beaded work, blebs on the thorns,
Which the morning wind flirts in a moment away.
(i. 55)
[4]
[The village daily hears the thumping flail]
The village daily hears the thumping flail,The cat-ice chatters where the schoolboy pass'd,
And tried to slur (slide), and whiter falls the blast.
(i. 102)
[5]
[See here where the shepherd boys played]
See here where the shepherd boys played,Here's a ring for the marbles, a hole for the chock,
And a cat-gallows not a yard high.
(i. 116)
[6]
[Where the clodhopper on the clods all day]
Where the clodhopper on the clods all day,Slow moves his tail and TWEETS the winds away.
(i. 128)
[7]
[The blackbirds sung with sooty bosoms]
The blackbirds sung with sooty bosomsAnd loudly talk'd the coppled jay.
(i. 142)
[8]
[The flycatcher, all in yellow and slate grey]
The flycatcher, all in yellow and slate grey,Pops from the crannies of the stable wall.
(i. 157)
[9]
[The frozen snow crumps loud beneath his tread. ]
The frozen snow crumps loud beneath his tread.
(i. 163)
[10]
[Beech dottrels, with their glossy leaves]
Beech dottrels, with their glossy leaves,All overhang the way.
(i. 189)
[11]
[I wept to see the hawk severe]
I wept to see the hawk severeMurder the furze-lark whistling nigh.
(i. 260)
[12]
[I never pass'd without a gleg]
I never pass'd without a glegThe bonny maid of Clyde.
(i. 276)
[13]
[The bulrushes wobble i' the gulls i' the flood. ]
The bulrushes wobble i' the gulls i' the flood.
(i. 297)
[14]
[The little boy, with feet as sore as boils]
The little boy, with feet as sore as boils,Hirples in trouble from the school-house door;
The poor lame urchin wakes his mother's smiles,
Who gives him ‘bull's eyes’ till the smart is o'er.
(i. 326)
[15]
[She came for a hid to the wood-stack]
She came for a hid to the wood-stack,And lean'd o'er the gate to look out.
(i. 369)
[16]
[While forth the hedger to his labour fares]
While forth the hedger to his labour fares,Lairing the white thorn e're it knots for May.
(i. 383)
[17]
[When she got too far off, why I'd something to tell]
When she got too far off, why I'd something to tell;So I sent sighs behind her, and talk'd to mysell.
(ii. 43)
[18]
[And glossy green ivy]
And glossy green ivyRound the oak bole drest,
That pothers up stivy,
When boys climb the crow's nest.
(ii. 133)
[19]
[The horse-road stood in pudges]
The horse-road stood in pudges,And the path was hardly dry.
(ii. 142)
[20]
[The rack rides o'er the sun like smoke away]
The rack rides o'er the sun like smoke away,And makes the sun appear the moon by day.
(ii. 154)
[21]
[The wind is rollocking about to-day]
The wind is rollocking about to-day,Wild, but not stormy, kissing every feature
Of loveliness, that happens in its way.
(ii. 180)
[22]
[When screeds of sunshine gild the little yard]
When screeds of sunshine gild the little yard,A hive-bee hummig by the wall is heard.
(ii. 205)
[23]
[And Autumn with her sunny screeds is done. ]
And Autumn with her sunny screeds is done.
(ii. 205)
[24]
[The violets by the woodland side]
The violets by the woodland side,As thick as they could snive,
I've talk'd to them with childish pride,
As things that were alive.
(ii. 261)
[25]
[The rabbits streak and slumber in the sun]
The rabbits streak and slumber in the sun,And wake from buzzes of the great blue fly.
(ii. 303)
[26]
[The Robin is on the ground]
The Robin is on the groundClose to a mossy stulp.
(ii. 307)
[27]
[The dark wind o' autumn so dreary]
The dark wind o' autumn so drearySughs through the black firdales so lonely.
(ii. 308)
[28]
[I thought I was going to drop dead in a swither. ]
I thought I was going to drop dead in a swither.
(ii. 320)
[29]
[We passed the Canterbury bell]
We passed the Canterbury bell,The meadow-sweet like feathers,
The blanket camps, where gipsies dwell,
And asses graze in tethers.
(ii. 334)
[30]
[How woeful the waste looks, how troubled the sky]
How woeful the waste looks, how troubled the sky,How dull the sun wades through the mist o' the hills,
A gray gloomy covering hangs under the sky.
(ii. 378)
[31]
[Where the whirlipuff comes as if something was in 't]
Where the whirlipuff comes as if something was in 't,And tazzles the grasses, and ruffles the corn,
And runs o'er the corn-field in less than a minute.
(ii. 395)
[32]
[The moor-cock springs on whirring wings]
The moor-cock springs on whirring wingsAmong the blooming heather.
(ii. 395)
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