Poems by John Clare
Little Trotty Wagtail
... And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again, ...
Peggy's The Lady Of The Hall
... And will she leave her kind friends all ...
Song #1
... When thy friends will miss thee not, ...
The Maid Of Jerusalem
... The place where they fell and the scenes where they lie, ...
Love
... Mere things of form, with nought of fear ...
Wild Bees
... And hoards her stores when April showers have fled ...
The Sailor-Boy
... Trees and bushes were all strangers, the hedges and the lanes, ...
The Frightened Ploughman
... Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song ...
Nobody Cometh To Woo
... And I slink in with shame from the street ...
Song #2
... And like a hawk from covert sprung, ...
Pleasures Of Fancy
... in fear The herdsman may have left his startled cows ...
From "January"
... Till sleep creeps nigh to ease their cares, ...
I Hid my Love
... The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, ...
To John Clare
... Struts with the hens, and seems to like some best, ...
Meet Me in the Green Glen
... Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen ...
