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Nurelah: It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, .....
Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
- Clinton Scollard
78_sampler: sylvia (1931) - paul whiteman and his orchestra
MizFlazhy: Clinton Scollard’s Lyrics and Legends of Christmas-Tide
StarStalkerG: Gold of the daffodil, born
In the bright mines of the morn,
Gold of the daffodil, spun
On the warm loom of the sun
- Daffodil Gold by Clinton Scollard
platospupil: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
–Clinton Scollard, American poet (1860–1932)
kevblue777: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
–Clinton Scollard, American poet (1860–1932)
flusteredduck: Declining Summer by Clinton Scollard
platospupil: A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
And "June" hummed a bee
In a bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
kevblue777: A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
And "June" hummed a bee
In a bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
mbharrington501: A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
And "June" hummed a bee
In a bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
WadeOnTweets: "I sing the first green leaf upon the bough,
The tiny kindling flame of emerald fire,
The stir amid the roots of reeds, and how
The sap will flush the briar."
— Clinton Scollard, "Song in March"
MissLindner: Landward the breakers roll and run, / The gray-white ospreys near and flee, / Beneath the long slant winter sun / Beside the winter sea. - from The Winter Sea by Clinton Scollard
platospupil: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
TeresaABacon2: Good Morning Welcome To My World
The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
lopps_1999: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
kevblue777: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
mbharrington501: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
LissadellHouse: A bird in the boughs sang “June,”
And “June” hummed a bee
In a Bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew
Clinton Scollard
HabbyMomma: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
OccultFan: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
platospupil: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill wind pierces like a barb.
–Clinton Scollard (1833–70)
HarrisRoghane: Thus doth the rose impel me, being kin
To blooms I plucked in gardens Damascene
In bygone days when all the earth seemed fair,
And through the dreams that I am tangled in
Glides one with her bewitching orient mien,
The rose of love red-woven in her hair!
Clinton Scollard
SumwaltLee: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
- Clinton Scollard, American Poet
azildjia96: This copy of Theocritus, printed in 1495 by Aldus Manutius (!!), had by far the most additional material tipped in for me to process. Newspaper clippings, personal letters, and, my personal favourite, this poem, "On a Copy of Theocritus", written by Clinton Scollard in 1913!
cooleditphoto: Orange Song | Florida: Essays and Poems | Clinton Scollard | Lit2Go ETC
kayray: Poem of the Day number thirty-four: Swimming, by Clinton Scollard
carolannbagan: poetry stanza: riding with Allenby - Clinton Scollard - as I dream, it seems to me I have ridden with Allenby!
ClintonHistory1: Kathy Collett, Archivist at Hamilton College, delivered an entertaining and informative presentation this past Sunday on the life,times and works of Clinton Scollard, a renowned poet and author (1860-1932) and professor at Hamilton College.
ClintonHistory1: The presentation on Clinton Scollard will take place at the Clinton Historical Society, 1 Fountain Street, Clinton, on Sunday, January 12th, at 2 p.m. Light refreshment will be served. This program is free and open to the public.
gobalax: Bag-Pipes at Sea | Clinton Scollard | Multi-version (Weekly and Fortnightly poetry) | Audio Book
pattig503: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
Repost from my friend Kathy Branch Spicer
everwood_lynn: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
GrannyMooninVA: The dead leaves fall like noiseless rain,
The air is calm and warm and sweet;
Upon the woodland and the plain
The ghost of summer rests her feet.
–Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
literarymaiden: “At the Verge of June” by Clinton Scollard
WISDOMHENRY18: Mortals, while through the world you go, hope may succor and faith befriend, yet happy your hearts if you can but know, love awaits at the journey's end! – Clinton Scollard.
audiobookzone: Audiobook Clinton Scollard - Bag-Pipes at Sea
KnowYourQuotes1: "It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the mi...
everwood_lynn: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill...
GrannyMooninVA: The hills look gaunt in russet garb:
Against the sky the leafless woods
Are dark, and in their solitudes
The chill...
npsc_schools: Dr. Jean Clinton will be at St. Joseph-Scollard Hall tonight! For detailed information or to register visit...
