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 Faces (26 Poems)
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 Cellar Door (John Clare Poems)
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day (John Clare Poems)
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
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 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 Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory (John Clare Poems)
Gay was the Maid of OcramAs lady eer might beEre she did venture past a maidTo love Lord Gregory.Fair was ...
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 ...
The Sailor-Boy (John Clare Poems)
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own firesideTo go aboard a ship through love, and plough ...
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 ...
The Crow Sat On The Willow (John Clare Poems)
The crow sat on the willow tree A-lifting up his wings,And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings,"I ...
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 ...
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 ...
First Love (John Clare Poems)
I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd ...
To Mary (John Clare Poems)
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou art not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And ...
The Old Year (John Clare Poems)
The Old Year's gone awayTo nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the dayNor hear him in the night:He left ...
Sudden Shower (John Clare Poems)
Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:They feel the change; so let us shun the ...
The Lout (John Clare Poems)
For Sunday's play he never makes excuse,But plays at taw, and buys his Spanish juice.Hard as his toil, and ever ...
The Beautiful Stranger (John Clare Poems)
I cannot know what country owns thee now,With France's forest lilies on thy brow.When England knew thee thou wert passing ...
Merry Maid (John Clare Poems)
Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat,She frowns offended when they call her fat--Yet fat she is, the merriest ...
“The Lass With The Delicate Air” (John Clare Poems)
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,She drops her head at every passer bye.Afraid of praise she hurries down the streetsAnd ...
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 ...
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 ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...