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 ...
John Clare Poems on Joy & Excitement (28 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 ...
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 Vanities Of Life (John Clare Poems)
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_What are life's joys and gains? What pleasures crowd its ways,That man should take such pains To ...
The Shepherds Calendar – December-Christmass (John Clare Poems)
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
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 Cottager (John Clare Poems)
True as the church clock hand the hour pursuesHe plods about his toils and reads the news,And at the blacksmith's ...
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 ...
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 ...
Farewell And Defiance To Love (John Clare Poems)
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
Distant Hills (John Clare Poems)
What is there in those distant hills My fancy longs to see,That many a mood of joy instils? Say what can fancy ...
The Stranger (John Clare Poems)
When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? No, rather smile away despair;For those have been more sad than I, With burthens more ...
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 ...
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 ...
To Anna Three Years Old (John Clare Poems)
My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, And we will of the party be,And leave the crickets in the hearth For green fields' ...
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 ...
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 ...
December (John Clare Poems)
While snow the window-panes bedim,The fire curls up a sunny charm,Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,The flowering ale is set ...
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 ...
Sunday Dip (John Clare Poems)
The morning road is thronged with merry boysWho seek the water for their Sunday joys;They run to seek the shallow ...
The Peasant Poet (John Clare Poems)
He loved the brook's soft sound, The swallow swimming by.He loved the daisy-covered ground, The cloud-bedappled sky.To him the dismal storm appeared The ...
The Thrush’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
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 ...
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 ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...