The Shepherds Calendar – May (John Clare Poems)
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
John Clare Poems on Name (16 Poems)
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker’s Story (John Clare Poems)
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
Rural Morning (John Clare Poems)
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
The Cottager (John Clare Poems)
True as the church clock hand the hour pursuesHe plods about his toils and reads the news,And at the blacksmith's ...
The Old Cottagers (John Clare Poems)
The little cottage stood alone, the prideOf solitude surrounded every side.Bean fields in blossom almost reached the wall;A garden with ...
Invitation To Eternity (John Clare Poems)
Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of bright and ...
An Invite, to Eternity (John Clare Poems)
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of night and dark ...
Farm Breakfast (John Clare Poems)
Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife,And the cat runs to hear the whetted knife,And dogs are ever in ...
The Soldier (John Clare Poems)
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;And when the army in the Indias layFriends' letters coming from his native ...
A vision (John Clare Poems)
I lost the love of heaven above,I spurned the lust of earth below,I felt the sweets of fancied loveAnd hell ...
The Secret (John Clare Poems)
oI loved thee, though I told thee not,Right earlily and long,Thou wert my joy in every spot,My theme in every ...
To A Fallen Elm (John Clare Poem)
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Evening (John Clare Poem)
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...