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 Love (43 Poems)
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 ...
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 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 – June (John Clare Poems)
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
Rural Morning (John Clare Poems)
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – September (John Clare Poems)
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
The Shepherds Calendar – April (John Clare Poems)
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw (John Clare Poems)
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides ...
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 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 Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory (John Clare Poems)
Gay was the Maid of OcramAs lady eer might beEre she did venture past a maidTo love Lord Gregory.Fair was ...
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 ...
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 ...
Love (John Clare Poems)
Love, though it is not chill and cold, But burning like eternal fire,Is yet not of approaches bold, Which gay dramatic tastes ...
The Sailor-Boy (John Clare Poems)
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own firesideTo go aboard a ship through love, and plough ...
The Crow Sat On The Willow (John Clare Poems)
The crow sat on the willow tree A-lifting up his wings,And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings,"I ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Thou Flower Of Summer (John Clare Poems)
When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever-- A lost 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Love Cannot Die (John Clare Poems)
In crime and enmity they lieWho sin and tell us love can die,Who say to us in slander's breathThat love ...
Meet Me in the Green Glen (John Clare Poems)
Love, meet me in the green glen,Beside the tall elm-tree,Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;There come with me.Meet me ...