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 Spring (27 Poems)
The Shepherds Calendar – March (John Clare Poems)
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Summer Images (John Clare Poems)
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
The Flitting (John Clare Poems)
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
The Shepherds Calendar – April (John Clare Poems)
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw (John Clare Poems)
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides ...
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 Fens (John Clare Poems)
Wandering by the river's edge,I love to rustle through the sedgeAnd through the woods of reed to tearAlmost as high ...
Farewell And Defiance To Love (John Clare Poems)
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
Approaching Night (John Clare Poems)
O take this world away from me;Its strife I cannot bear to see,Its very praises hurt me moreThan een its ...
Love (John Clare Poems)
Love, though it is not chill and cold, But burning like eternal fire,Is yet not of approaches bold, Which gay dramatic tastes ...
The Dying Child (John Clare Poems)
He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were ...
Bonny Mary O! (John Clare Poems)
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! The robin sings his song by the dairy O!Where the little Jenny wrens cock ...
A World For Love (John Clare Poems)
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;Oh, this world is but a rude ...
Peggy (John Clare Poems)
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face ...
Love Cannot Die (John Clare Poems)
In crime and enmity they lieWho sin and tell us love can die,Who say to us in slander's breathThat love ...
The Swallow (John Clare Poems)
Pretty swallow, once againCome and pass me in the rain.Pretty swallow, why so shy?Pass again my window by.The horsepond where ...
To John Clare (John Clare Poems)
Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? The spring is come, and birds are building nests; The old cock-robin to ...
Spring’s Messengers (John Clare Poems)
Where slanting banks are always with the sun The daisy is in blossom even now;And where warm patches by the hedges ...
The Yellowhammer (John Clare Poems)
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, And yellowhammers gathering the dry bentsBy the dyke side, on stilly moor or ...
Young Lambs (John Clare Poems)
The spring is coming by a many signs; The trays are up, the hedges broken down,That fenced the haystack, and the ...
Early Spring (John Clare Poems)
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;The polyanthus peeps with blebs ...
Autumn (John Clare Poems)
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from ...
The Instinct Of Hope (John Clare Poem)
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Love Lives Beyond The Tomb (John Clare Poem)
Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. ...
The Winter’s Spring (John Clare Poems)
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...