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 ...
John Clare Poems on Winter (22 Poems)
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 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 ...
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 – 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 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 ...
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, ...
Approaching Night (John Clare Poems)
O take this world away from me;Its strife I cannot bear to see,Its very praises hurt me moreThan een its ...
The Winter’s Come (John Clare Poems)
Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn; The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;That paled sky in the Autumn ...
Now Is Past (John Clare Poems)
_Now_ is past--the happy _now_ When we together rovedBeneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough And Nature said we loved. Winter's blastThe _now_ since then ...
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 ...
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 ...
Schoolboys in Winter (John Clare Poems)
The schoolboys still their morning ramble takeTo neighboring village school with playing speed,Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,Oft looking ...
Ploughman Singing (John Clare Poems)
Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,And twilight in the east, ...
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 ...
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 ...
To A Fallen Elm (John Clare Poem)
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
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 Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
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 ...