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 Lies & Deceit (18 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 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 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 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 ...
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 ...
The Skylark (John Clare Poems)
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn ...
Bonny Mary O! (John Clare Poems)
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! The robin sings his song by the dairy O!Where the little Jenny wrens cock ...
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 ...
Young Lambs (John Clare Poems)
The spring is coming by a many signs; The trays are up, the hedges broken down,That fenced the haystack, and the ...
Birds In Alarm (John Clare Poems)
The firetail tells the boys when nests are nighAnd tweets and flies from every passer-bye.The yellowhammer never makes a noiseBut ...
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 Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Clock-O’-Clay (John Clare Poems)
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
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 ...
Summer Evening (John Clare Poem)
The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid ...
Badger (John Clare Poem)
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...