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 ...
John Clare Poems on Life (18 Poems)
The Shepherds Calendar – July (2nd version) (John Clare Poems)
July the month of summers primeAgain resumes her busy timeScythes tinkle in each grassy dellWhere solitude was wont to dwellAnd ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
The Sleep Of Spring (John Clare Poems)
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!--The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young,The heart ...
Song #3 (John Clare Poems)
I peeled bits of straws and I got switches tooFrom the grey peeling willow as idlers do,And I switched at ...
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 ...
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 ...
Song #5 (John Clare Poems)
I would not feign a single sigh Nor weep a single tear for thee:The soul within these orbs burns dry; A desert ...
Summer Winds (John Clare Poems)
The wind waves oer the meadows green And shakes my own wild flowersAnd shifts about the moving scene Like the life of ...
An Invite, to Eternity (John Clare Poems)
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of night and dark ...
Patty of the Vale (John Clare Poems)
"A weedling child on lonely leaMy evening rambles chanced to see;And much the weedling tempted meTo crop its tender flower;Exposed ...
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 ...
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 Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
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 ...
What Is Life? (John Clare Poem)
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...