John Clare

All Nature Has A Feeling All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks An Invite, To Eternity Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Approaching Night O take this world away from me; Autumn The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, Autumn Birds The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, A Vision I lost the love of heaven above, A World For Love Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care; Badger The badger grunting on his woodland track Ballad A faithless shepherd courted me, Bantry Bay On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay, Birds In Alarm The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh Bonny Lassie O! O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O! Bonny Mary O! The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! Braggart With careful step to keep his balance up Christmas Christmas is come and every hearth Christmass Christmass is come and every hearth Clock-O'-Clay In the cowslip pips I lie, Country Letter Dear brother robin this comes from us all Death Why should man's high aspiring mind Decay O Poesy is on the wane, Dewdrops The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops Distant Hills What is there in those distant hills Dyke Side The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not pass Early Nightingale When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, Early Spring The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, Earth's Eternity Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay: Emmonsail's Heath In Winter I love to see the old heath's withered brake Evening 'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, Evening Primrose When once the sun sinks in the west, Farewell Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river Farewell And Defiance To Love Love and thy vain employs, away Farm Breakfast Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife, Farmer's Boy He waits all day beside his little flock Field Path The beams in blossom with their spots of jet First Love I ne'er was struck before that hour Firwood The fir trees taper into twigs and wear Fragment The cataract, whirling down the precipice, From Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone-- From The Parish: A Satire I Gipsies The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone; Grasshoppers Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring Graves Of Infants Infant' graves are steps of angels, where Hen's Nest Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Hodge He plays with other boys when work is done, House Or Window Flies These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were always I Am I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, Idle Fame I would not wish the burning blaze I Dreamt Of Robin I opened the casement this morn at starlight, I Hid My Love I hid my love when young till I Impromptu 'Where art thou wandering, little child?' In Hilly-Wood How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Insects These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, In Summer Showers A Skreeking Noise Is Heard In summer showers a skreeking noise is heard Invitation To Eternity Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, June 'Now summer is in flower and natures hum Letter In Verse Like boys that run behind the loaded wain Little Trotty Wagtail Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain, Love Love, though it is not chill and cold, Love Cannot Die In crime and enmity they lie Love Lives Beyond The Tomb Love lives beyond Market Day With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke Mary Bateman My love she wears a cotton plaid, May Come queen of months in company Meet Me In The Green Glen Love, meet me in the green glen, Merry Maid Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat, Mouse's Nest I found a ball of grass among the hay Nature's Hymn To The Deity All nature owns with one accord Night Wind Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods Nobody Cometh To Woo On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, November The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; Now Is Past _Now_ is past--the happy _now_ Patty Of The Vale 'A weedling child on lonely lea Peggy Peggy said good morning and I said good bye, Peggy's The Lady Of The Hall And will she leave the lowly clowns Pleasures Of Fancy A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on, Ploughman Singing Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met Quail's Nest I wandered out one rainy day Remembrances Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one Rural Morning Soon as the twilight through the distant mist Scandal She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes Schoolboys In Winter The schoolboys still their morning ramble take Secret Love I hid my love when young till I Signs Of Winter The cat runs races with her tail. The dog Snow Storm What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops Song #1 Mary, leave thy lowly cot Song #2 One gloomy eve I roamed about Song #3 I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too Song #4 I wish I was where I would be, Song #5 I would not feign a single sigh Song's Eternity What is song's eternity? Spear Thistle Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown Sport In The Meadows Maytime is to the meadows coming in, Spring's Messengers Where slanting banks are always with the sun Stonepit The passing traveller with wonder sees Sudden Shower Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, Summer Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, Summer Evening The frog half fearful jumps across the path, Summer Images Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Sunday Dip The morning road is thronged with merry boys The Ants What wonder strikes the curious, while he views The Badger WHEN midnight comes a host of dogs and men The Beautiful Stranger I cannot know what country owns thee now, The Cellar Door By the old tavern door on the causey there lay The Cottager True as the church clock hand the hour pursues The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black The Crow Sat On The Willow The crow sat on the willow tree The Cuckoo The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, The Dying Child He could not die when trees were green, The Fallen Elm Old elm that murmured in our chimney top The Fear Of Flowers The nodding oxeye bends before the wind, The Fens Wandering by the river's edge, The Firetail's Nest 'Tweet' pipes the robin as the cat creeps by The Flitting I've left my own old home of homes, The Flood On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood The Fox The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh The Frightened Ploughman I went in the fields with the leisure I got, The Gipsy's Camp How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp, The Instinct Of Hope Is there another world for this frail dust The Landrail How sweet and pleasant grows the way The Lass With The Delicate Air Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy, The Lout For Sunday's play he never makes excuse, The Maid Of Jerusalem Maid of Jerusalem, by the Dead Sea, The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory Gay was the Maid of Ocram The Maple Tree The Maple with its tassell flowers of green The Mores Far spread the moorey ground a level scene The Nightingale's Nest Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, The Old Cottagers The little cottage stood alone, the pride The Old Year The Old Year's gone away The Peasant Poet He loved the brook's soft sound, The Poet's Death The world is taking little heed The Sailor-Boy Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside The Secret I loved thee, though I told thee not, The Shepherds Calendar - April The infant april joins the spring The Shepherd's Calendar - August Harvest approaches with its bustling day The Shepherds Calendar - December While snow the window-panes bedim, The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw The snow is gone from cottage tops The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day Withering and keen the winter comes The Shepherds Calendar - July Daughter of pastoral smells and sights The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version) July the month of summers prime The Shepherd's Calendar - June Now summer is in flower and natures hum The Shepherds Calendar - March March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes The Shepherds Calendar - May Come queen of months in company The Shepherds Calendar - November The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The Shepherd's Calendar - October Nature now spreads around in dreary hue The Shepherd's Calendar - September Harvest awakes the morning still The Shepherd's Tree Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, The Skylark The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The Sleep Of Spring O for that sweet, untroubled rest The Soldier Home furthest off grows dearer from the way; The Stranger When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? The Swallow Pretty swallow, once again The Thrush's Nest Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush The Tramp He eats (a moment's stoppage to his song) The Universal Epitaph No flattering praises daub my stone, The Vanities Of Life Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_ The Vixen Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The Winter's Come Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn; The Winter's Spring The winter comes; I walk alone, The Wood-Cutter's Night Song Welcome, red and roundy sun, The Yellowhammer When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, Thou Flower Of Summer When in summer thou walkest To A Fallen Elm Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top To Anna Three Years Old My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, To John Clare Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? To John Milton _'From his honoured friend, William Davenant'_ To Mary I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, To Napoleon The heroes of the present and the past Turkeys The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees What Is Life? And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, Where She Told Her Love I saw her crop a rose Wild Bees These children of the sun which summer brings Winter Walk The holly bush, a sober lump of green, Wood Rides Who hath not felt the influence that so calms Written In Northampton County Asylum I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? Young Lambs The spring is coming by a many signs;