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 Light (16 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
From “January” (John Clare Poems)
Supper removed, the mother sits,And tells her tales by starts and fits.Not willing to lose time or toil,She knits or ...
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 – 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 ...
From “A Rhapsody” (John Clare Poems)
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone-- In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.Twould soften hearts if they were hard ...
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 ...
I Dreamt Of Robin (John Clare Poems)
I opened the casement this morn at starlight, And, the moment I got out of bed,The daisies were quaking about in ...
I Hid my Love (John Clare Poems)
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till ...
Secret Love (John Clare Poems)
I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my love to my despiteTill ...
Song #1 (John Clare Poems)
Mary, leave thy lowly cotWhen thy thickest jobs are done;When thy friends will miss thee not,Mary, to the pastures run.Where ...
Evening Primrose (John Clare Poem)
When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The Winter’s Spring (John Clare Poems)
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...