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 Night (35 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 Shepherds Calendar – March (John Clare Poems)
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day (John Clare Poems)
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
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 ...
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 – 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Fens (John Clare Poems)
Wandering by the river's edge,I love to rustle through the sedgeAnd through the woods of reed to tearAlmost as high ...
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 ...
To John Milton (John Clare Poems)
_"From his honoured friend, William Davenant"_Poet of mighty power, I fainWould court the muse that honoured thee,And, like Elisha's spirit, ...
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 Dying Child (John Clare Poems)
He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were ...
Bantry Bay (John Clare Poems)
On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay, All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:A ...
The Wood-Cutter’s Night Song (John Clare Poems)
Welcome, red and roundy sun, Dropping lowly in the west;Now my hard day's work is done, I'm as happy as the best.Joyful ...
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 ...
Snow Storm (John Clare Poems)
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at ...
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 ...
Peggy (John Clare Poems)
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face ...
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 ...
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 Old Year (John Clare Poems)
The Old Year's gone awayTo nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the dayNor hear him in the night:He left ...
The Lout (John Clare Poems)
For Sunday's play he never makes excuse,But plays at taw, and buys his Spanish juice.Hard as his toil, and ever ...
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 ...
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, ...