From “The Parish: A Satire” (John Clare Poems)
IIn politics and politicians' liesThe modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;Opinionates with wisdom all compact,And een could tell a nation how ...
John Clare Poems on Hair (6 Poems)
Bonny Lassie O! (John Clare Poems)
O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, With the dark ...
Mary Bayfield (John Clare Poems)
How beautiful the summer night When birds roost on the mossy tree,When moon and stars are shining bright And home has gone ...
Mary Bateman (John Clare Poems)
My love she wears a cotton plaid, A bonnet of the straw;Her cheeks are leaves of roses spread, Her lips are like ...
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 ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...