Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARES AT PLAY, by JOHN CLARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still Last Line: Sturts quick as fear, and seeks its hidden lair. Subject(s): Animals; Environment; Fields; Rabbits; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation; Pastures; Meadows; Leas; Hares | ||||||||
The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still, And sheep lie panting on each old mole-hill; And underneath the willow's grey-green bough, Like toil a-resting, lies the fallow plough And timid hares throw daylight fears away On the lane's road to dust and dance and play, Then dabble in the grain by naught deterred To lick the dew-fall from the barley's beard; Then out they strut again and round the hill Like happy thoughts dance, squat, and loiter still, Till milking maidens in the early morn Jingle their yokes and sturt them in the corn; Though well-known beaten paths each nimbling hare Sturts quick as fear, and seeks its hidden lair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOWSHOE HARE by MARY OLIVER THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 3. FEEDING THE RABBITS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR FEBRUARY: THE BOY BREUGHEL by NORMAN DUBIE UNCLE'S FIRST RABBIT by LORNA DEE CERVANTES BEHOLDING THE HARE by EAMON GRENNAN THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER |
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