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 Weeds (13 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 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 – 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 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 ...
The Sleep Of Spring (John Clare Poems)
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!--The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young,The heart ...
Autumn (John Clare Poems)
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from ...
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 ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
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 ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...