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From A Nature Poem for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter.

From A Nature Poem for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter.

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From The Penguin Book of Romantic Poetry, ed. Jonathan and Jessica Wordsworth.

From The Penguin Book of Romantic Poetry, ed. Jonathan and Jessica Wordsworth.

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‘A Walk by the Water’
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from Birds: An Anthology, ed. Jacqueline Mitchell.

from Birds: An Anthology, ed. Jacqueline Mitchell.

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From Nature Writing for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter.

From Nature Writing for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter.

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From Winter: An Anthology for the Changing Seasons, ed. Melissa Harrison.

From Winter: An Anthology for the Changing Seasons, ed. Melissa Harrison.

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Emmonsail's Heath in Winter
I love to see the old heath's withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing, An oddling crow in idle motion swing On the half-rotten ash-tree's topmost twig,
Beside whose trunk the gypsy makes his bed.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread;
The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn And for the haw round fields and closen rove, And coy bumbarrels, twenty in a drove, Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain And hang on little twigs and start again.

Emmonsail's Heath in Winter I love to see the old heath's withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing, An oddling crow in idle motion swing On the half-rotten ash-tree's topmost twig, Beside whose trunk the gypsy makes his bed. Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread; The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn And for the haw round fields and closen rove, And coy bumbarrels, twenty in a drove, Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain And hang on little twigs and start again.

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From Nature Poetry for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter

From Nature Poetry for Every Day of the Year, ed. Jane McMorland Hunter

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From John Clare: Bird Poems. Wood engravings by Thomas Bewick

From John Clare: Bird Poems. Wood engravings by Thomas Bewick

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