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 ...
John Clare Poems on Nature (55 Poems)
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 ...
Letter In Verse (John Clare Poems)
Like boys that run behind the loaded wainFor the mere joy of riding back again,When summer from the meadow carts ...
First Love (John Clare Poems)
I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd ...
To Mary (John Clare Poems)
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou art not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And ...
The Ants (John Clare Poems)
What wonder strikes the curious, while he views The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,Or woodland bank! In ignorance we ...
Early Spring (John Clare Poems)
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;The polyanthus peeps with blebs ...
Dyke Side (John Clare Poems)
The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not passBut fear the noisome toad and shun the grass;And on the sunny ...
Pleasures Of Fancy (John Clare Poems)
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,And through this little gate that claps and bangsAgainst thy rifted trunk, ...
Stonepit (John Clare Poems)
The passing traveller with wonder seesA deep and ancient stonepit full of trees;So deep and very deep the place has ...
The Firetail’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps byHer nestling young that in the elderns lie,And then the bluecap tootles ...
Fragment (John Clare Poems)
The cataract, whirling down the precipice, Elbows down rocks and, shouldering, thunders through.Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs never cease; Hell and its ...
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 ...
The Thrush’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
Song’s Eternity (John Clare Poems)
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Evening (John Clare Poem)
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Where She Told Her Love (John Clare Poem)
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
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 ...
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 Maple Tree (John Clare Poem)
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
Autumn Birds (John Clare Poem)
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
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 ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...