The Shepherds Calendar – July (John Clare Poems)
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
John Clare Poems on Birds (22 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
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 Sleep Of Spring (John Clare Poems)
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!--The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young,The heart ...
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 ...
The Skylark (John Clare Poems)
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn ...
The Wood-Cutter’s Night Song (John Clare Poems)
Welcome, red and roundy sun, Dropping lowly in the west;Now my hard day's work is done, I'm as happy as the best.Joyful ...
The Frightened Ploughman (John Clare Poems)
I went in the fields with the leisure I got,The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,The hovel was ...
Quail’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joysCry "wet my foot" for half the way; I stood ...
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 ...
In Hilly-Wood (John Clare Poem)
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Early Nightingale (John Clare Poem)
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear, And, climb we e'er ...
The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
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 ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...