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 ...
John Clare Poems on Place (33 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 ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Maid Of Jerusalem (John Clare Poems)
Maid of Jerusalem, by the Dead Sea,I wandered all sorrowing thinking of thee,--Thy city in ruins, thy kindred deplored,All fallen ...
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 ...
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 ...
Sudden Shower (John Clare Poems)
Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:They feel the change; so let us shun the ...
The Yellowhammer (John Clare Poems)
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, And yellowhammers gathering the dry bentsBy the dyke side, on stilly moor or ...
Young Lambs (John Clare Poems)
The spring is coming by a many signs; The trays are up, the hedges broken down,That fenced the haystack, and the ...
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 ...
Gipsies (John Clare Poems)
The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,Then thinks upon the fire ...
Scandal (John Clare Poems)
She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothesTo hear the news and tell the news she knows;She talks of sluts, ...
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 ...
The Soldier (John Clare Poems)
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;And when the army in the Indias layFriends' letters coming from his native ...
Winter Walk (John Clare Poems)
The holly bush, a sober lump of green,Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown and grey,And smiles at winter be ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...