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 Home (23 Poems)
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 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 Shepherd’s Calendar – October (John Clare Poems)
Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing ...
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 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 ...
To John Milton (John Clare Poems)
_"From his honoured friend, William Davenant"_Poet of mighty power, I fainWould court the muse that honoured thee,And, like Elisha's spirit, ...
Spear Thistle (John Clare Poems)
Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown scant grass pining after showers,And winds go fanning up and down The little strawy ...
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 ...
Bantry Bay (John Clare Poems)
On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay, All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:A ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Maid Of Jerusalem (John Clare Poems)
Maid of Jerusalem, by the Dead Sea,I wandered all sorrowing thinking of thee,--Thy city in ruins, thy kindred deplored,All fallen ...
Nature’s Hymn to the Deity (John Clare Poems)
All nature owns with one accordThe great and universal Lord:The sun proclaims him through the day,The moon when daylight drops ...
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 ...
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 ...
Little Trotty Wagtail (John Clare Poems)
Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain,And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again,He stooped to get a ...
Farmer’s Boy (John Clare Poems)
He waits all day beside his little flockAnd asks the passing stranger what's o'clock,But those who often pass his daily ...
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 ...
Turkeys (John Clare Poems)
The turkeys wade the close to catch the beesIn the old border full of maple treesAnd often lay away and ...
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 ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...