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 Summer (33 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 ...
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 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 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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
Wild Bees (John Clare Poems)
These children of the sun which summer bringsAs pastoral minstrels in her merry trainPipe rustic ballads upon busy wingsAnd glad ...
To Anna Three Years Old (John Clare Poems)
My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, And we will of the party be,And leave the crickets in the hearth For green fields' ...
Mary Bayfield (John Clare Poems)
How beautiful the summer night When birds roost on the mossy tree,When moon and stars are shining bright And home has gone ...
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 ...
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 ...
Peggy’s The Lady Of The Hall (John Clare Poems)
And will she leave the lowly clowns For silk and satins gay,Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady's cold array?And will ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Poet’s Death (John Clare Poems)
The world is taking little heed And plods from day to day:The vulgar flourish like a weed, The learned pass away.We miss ...
Firwood (John Clare Poems)
The fir trees taper into twigs and wearThe rich blue green of summer all the year,Softening the roughest tempest almost ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
The Shepherd’s Tree (John Clare Poems)
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
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 ...