John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

John Clare Poems

1. In Summer Showers A Skreeking Noise Is Heard 5/21/2015
2. June 3/26/2015
3. The Universal Epitaph 10/20/2015
4. The Badger 1/17/2015
5. Mouse's Nest 12/17/2014
6. The Cottager 4/13/2010
7. The Lout 4/13/2010
8. The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory 4/13/2010
9. The Lass With The Delicate Air 4/13/2010
10. The Frightened Ploughman 4/13/2010
11. Sunday Dip 4/13/2010
12. Farm Breakfast 4/13/2010
13. Idle Fame 4/13/2010
14. The Maid Of Jerusalem 4/13/2010
15. Spear Thistle 4/13/2010
16. Merry Maid 4/13/2010
17. Peggy's The Lady Of The Hall 4/13/2010
18. House Or Window Flies 4/13/2010
19. Impromptu 4/13/2010
20. Ploughman Singing 4/13/2010
21. Nobody Cometh To Woo 4/13/2010
22. Letter In Verse 4/13/2010
23. The Beautiful Stranger 4/13/2010
24. The Sailor-Boy 4/13/2010
25. The Cellar Door 4/13/2010
26. The Crow Sat On The Willow 4/13/2010
27. The Old Cottagers 4/13/2010
28. Market Day 4/13/2010
29. The Shepherds Calendar - July 4/13/2010
30. Patty Of The Vale 4/13/2010
31. Song #3 4/13/2010
32. The Shepherd's Calendar - October 4/13/2010
33. Song #5 4/13/2010
34. The Shepherds Calendar - November 4/13/2010
35. Mary Bateman 4/13/2010
36. Stonepit 4/13/2010
37. The Shepherd's Calendar - August 4/13/2010
38. The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version) 4/13/2010
39. Song #1 4/13/2010
40. Pleasures Of Fancy 4/13/2010
Best Poem of John Clare

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never ...

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The Landrail

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 waves the corn
We hear it in the summers prime
Through meadows night and morn

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