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 ...
John Clare Poems on World (17 Poems)
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 – 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 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 Skylark (John Clare Poems)
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn ...
The Old Cottagers (John Clare Poems)
The little cottage stood alone, the prideOf solitude surrounded every side.Bean fields in blossom almost reached the wall;A garden with ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
To Napoleon (John Clare Poems)
The heroes of the present and the past Were puny, vague, and nothingness to thee:Thou didst a span grasp mighty to ...
The Beautiful Stranger (John Clare Poems)
I cannot know what country owns thee now,With France's forest lilies on thy brow.When England knew thee thou wert passing ...
Love And Solitude (John Clare Poems)
I hate the very noise of troublous manWho did and does me all the harm he can.Free from the world ...
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 ...
Idle Fame (John Clare Poems)
I would not wish the burning blaze Of fame around a restless world,The thunder and the storm of praise In crowded tumults ...
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 ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...