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 ...
John Clare Poems on Dreams (18 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 – November (John Clare Poems)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
Decay (John Clare Poems)
O Poesy is on the wane, For Fancy's visions all unfitting;I hardly know her face again, Nature herself seems on the flitting.The ...
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 ...
Wild Bees (John Clare Poems)
These children of the sun which summer bringsAs pastoral minstrels in her merry trainPipe rustic ballads upon busy wingsAnd glad ...
I am! (John Clare Poems)
I am! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer ...
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 ...
Written in Northampton County Asylum (John Clare Poems)
I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost.I am the self-consumer ...
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 ...
Where She Told Her Love (John Clare Poem)
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
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. ...
I Am (John Clare Poem)
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
What Is Life? (John Clare Poem)
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...