Poems by John Clare
House Or Window Flies
... In fact they are the small or dwarfish portion of our own family, and so many ...
The Shepherd's Calendar - October
... Side where the thorn fence circles round the stack ...
Country Letter
... This leaves us well in health thank God for that ...
Snow Storm
... What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops ...
Nature's Hymn to the Deity
... Winds breathe from God's abode "we come," ...
Hodge
... In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go-- ...
Market Day
... His hat slouched down, and great coat buttoned close ...
The Flitting
... Heaths, woods, and pastures, sunny streams ...
Peggy
... But she's been gone some ten years since, and I know not what to do ...
Scandal
... And drinks the news as drunkards drink their ale ...
Summer
... For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, ...
