John Clare
Farmer’s Boy by John Clare

Farmer’s Boy by John Clare

He waits all day beside his little flockAnd asks the passing stranger what's o'clock,But those who often pass his daily tasksLook at their watch and tell before he asks.He mutters ...

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Hen’s Nest by John Clare

Hen’s Nest by John Clare

Among the orchard weeds, from every search,Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nest is made,Who cackles every morning from her perchTo tell the servant girl new eggs are laid;Who lays ...

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The Firetail’s Nest by John Clare

The Firetail’s Nest by John Clare

'Tweet' pipes the robin as the cat creeps byHer nestling young that in the elderns lie,And then the bluecap tootles in its glee,Picking the flies from orchard apple tree,And ...

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Clock-O’-Clay by John Clare

Clock-O’-Clay by John Clare

In the cowslip pips I lie,Hidden from the buzzing fly,While green grass beneath me lies,Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,Waiting for the time o' ...

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Song’s Eternity by John Clare

Song’s Eternity by John Clare

What is song's eternity?Come and see.Can it noise and bustle be?Come and see.Praises sung or praises saidCan it be?Wait awhile and these are dead - Sigh, sigh;Be they high or ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – December by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – December by John Clare

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 to warm; Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,Sits ...

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The Shepherd’s Tree by John Clare

The Shepherd’s Tree by John Clare

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,Like to a warrior's destiny! I loveTo stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;Or on ...

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The Thrush’s Nest by John Clare

The Thrush’s Nest by John Clare

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bushThat overhung a molehill large and round,I heard from morn to morn a merry thrushSing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the soundWith joy; ...

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Christmass by John Clare

Christmass by John Clare

Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown him wi a holly boughTho tramping neath a winters skyOer snow ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – March by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – March by John Clare

March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his cottage doorThe shepherd stands to hear the distant ...

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All Nature Has A Feeling by John Clare

All Nature Has A Feeling by John Clare

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooksAre life eternal: and in silence theySpeak happiness beyond the reach of books;There's nothing mortal in them; their decayIs the ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – July by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – July by John Clare

Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and tand yet sweet to viewWhen everywhere's a ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – November by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – November by John Clare

The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale and round, as if the moon,When done the journey of her nightly ...

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Spring’s Messengers by John Clare

Spring’s Messengers by John Clare

Where slanting banks are always with the sunThe daisy is in blossom even now;And where warm patches by the hedges runThe cottager when coming home from ploughBrings home a cowslip ...

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The Shepherd’s Calendar – September by John Clare

The Shepherd’s Calendar – September by John Clare

Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets mirthEach burring wheel their sabbath meetsNor ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – May by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – May by John Clare

Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row crickets notes that runFrom every bank ...

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The Winter’s Spring by John Clare

The Winter’s Spring by John Clare

The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring. No flowers to please--no bees to hum-- The coming ...

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The Shepherd’s Calendar – June by John Clare

The Shepherd’s Calendar – June by John Clare

Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never doneWi' glittering dance and reeling in the sunAnd green wood fly ...

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The Nightingale’s Nest by John Clare

The Nightingale’s Nest by John Clare

Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove,And list the nightingale - she dwells just here.Hush ! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fearThe noise might drive her from her home ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw by John Clare

The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides once hath beenPit patting Wi a pleasant noiseIn tubs ...

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Emmonsail’s Heath In Winter by John Clare

Emmonsail’s Heath In Winter by John Clare

I love to see the old heath's withered brakeMingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,While the old heron from the lonely lakeStarts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,An ...

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The Shepherd’s Calendar – August by John Clare

The Shepherd’s Calendar – August by John Clare

Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney glooms the valley thronged with beansSilent ...

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The Shepherd’s Calendar – October by John Clare

The Shepherd’s Calendar – October by John Clare

Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing objects for his praise delaySomthing that makes him pause and ...

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Mouse’s Nest by John Clare

Mouse’s Nest by John Clare

I found a ball of grass among the hayAnd progged it as I passed and went away;And when I looked I fancied something stirred,And turned again and hoped to catch the bird —When out ...

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Peggy’s The Lady Of The Hall by John Clare

Peggy’s The Lady Of The Hall by John Clare

And will she leave the lowly clownsFor silk and satins gay,Her woollen aprons and drab gownsFor lady's cold array?And will she leave the wild hedge rose,The redbreast and the ...

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Nature’s Hymn To The Deity by John Clare

Nature’s Hymn To The Deity by John Clare

All nature owns with one accordThe great and universal Lord:The sun proclaims him through the day,The moon when daylight drops away,The very darkness smiles to wearThe stars that ...

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The Wood-Cutter’s Night Song by John Clare

The Wood-Cutter’s Night Song by John Clare

Welcome, red and roundy sun,Dropping lowly in the west;Now my hard day's work is done,I'm as happy as the best.Joyful are the thoughts of home,Now I'm ready for my chair,So, till ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – July (2nd Version) by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – July (2nd Version) by John Clare

July the month of summers primeAgain resumes her busy timeScythes tinkle in each grassy dellWhere solitude was wont to dwellAnd meadows they are mad with noiseOf laughing maids ...

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The Poet’s Death by John Clare

The Poet’s Death by John Clare

The world is taking little heedAnd plods from day to day:The vulgar flourish like a weed,The learned pass away.We miss him on the summer pathThe lonely summer day,Where mowers cut ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day by John Clare

Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the window glassAnd unfelt tempests howl and beatAbove his ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – April by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – April by John Clare

The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith timid step she ventures onAnd hardly dares to smileThe ...

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Quail’s Nest by John Clare

Quail’s Nest by John Clare

I wandered out one rainy dayAnd heard a bird with merry joysCry 'wet my foot' for half the way;I stood and wondered at the noise,When from my foot a bird did flee--The rain flew ...

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The Winter’s Come by John Clare

The Winter’s Come by John Clare

Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn;The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;That paled sky in the Autumn seemed to burn,What a strange scene before us now does ...

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The Gipsy’s Camp by John Clare

The Gipsy’s Camp by John Clare

How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp,My rambles led me to a gipsy's camp,Where the real effigy of midnight hags,With tawny smoked flesh and tattered rags,Uncouth-brimmed ...

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Earth’s Eternity by John Clare

Earth’s Eternity by John Clare

Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:But hath it nothing of eternal kin?No majesty that shall not pass away?No soul of greatness springing up within?Thought marks ...

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The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker’s Story by John Clare

The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker’s Story by John Clare

Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to hide,Sought the grey willows by the ...

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The Landrail by John Clare

The Landrail by John Clare

How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the grass and grain We hear it in the weeding time When knee deep ...

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The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw by John Clare

The Shepherds Calendar – February – A Thaw by John Clare

The snow is gone from cottage tops The thatch moss glows in brighter green And eves in quick succession drops Where grinning ides once hath been Pit patting Wi a pleasant ...

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The Firetail’s Nest by John Clare

The Firetail’s Nest by John Clare

'Tweet' pipes the robin as the cat creeps by Her nestling young that in the elderns lie, And then the bluecap tootles in its glee, Picking the flies from orchard apple tree, ...

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Signs Of Winter by John Clare

Signs Of Winter by John Clare

The cat runs races with her tail. The dog Leaps oer the orchard hedge and knarls the grass. The swine run round and grunt and play with straw, Snatching out hasty mouthfuls ...

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First Love by John Clare

First Love by John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. ...

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I Hid My Love by John Clare

I Hid My Love by John Clare

I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light;I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her ...

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Summer by John Clare

Summer by John Clare

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,And love is ...

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Badger by John Clare

Badger by John Clare

The badger grunting on his woodland trackWith shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with blackRoots in the bushes and the woods, and makesA great high burrow in the ferns and ...

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The Nightingale’s Nest by John Clare

The Nightingale’s Nest by John Clare

Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove,And list the nightingale - she dwells just here.Hush ! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fearThe noise might drive her from her home ...

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Autumn by John Clare

Autumn by John Clare

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;Through stones past ...

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Ballad by John Clare

Ballad by John Clare

A faithless shepherd courted me,He stole away my liberty.When my poor heart was strange to men,He came and smiled and stole it then.When my apron would hang low,Me he sought ...

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The Old Year by John Clare

The Old Year by John Clare

The Old Year's gone awayTo nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the dayNor hear him in the night:He left no footstep, mark or placeIn either shade or sun:The last year ...

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To John Clare by John Clare

To John Clare by John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? The spring is come, and birds are building nests;The old cock-robin to the sty is come,With olive feathers and its ruddy breast;And ...

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An Invite, To Eternity by John Clare

An Invite, To Eternity by John Clare

Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of night and dark obscurity;Where the path has lost its way,Where the sun ...

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