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 Man (30 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 ...
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 ...
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 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 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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Country Letter (John Clare Poems)
Dear brother robin this comes from us allWith our kind love and could Gip write and allThough but a dog ...
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 ...
Nature’s Hymn to the Deity (John Clare Poems)
All nature owns with one accordThe great and universal Lord:The sun proclaims him through the day,The moon when daylight drops ...
Earth’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay: But hath it nothing of eternal kin?No majesty that shall not pass away? No ...
Braggart (John Clare Poems)
With careful step to keep his balance upHe reels on warily along the street,Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering ...
The Beautiful Stranger (John Clare Poems)
I cannot know what country owns thee now,With France's forest lilies on thy brow.When England knew thee thou wert passing ...
Merry Maid (John Clare Poems)
Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat,She frowns offended when they call her fat--Yet fat she is, the merriest ...
Ballad (John Clare Poems)
A faithless shepherd courted me,He stole away my liberty.When my poor heart was strange to men,He came and smiled and ...
The Instinct Of Hope (John Clare Poem)
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily ...
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 ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
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 ...