Poems by John Clare
The Yellowhammer's Nest
... Five eggs, pen-scribbled o'er with ink their shells ...
The Cottager
... And prayer-book next, much worn though strongly bound, ...
The Wood-Cutter's Night Song
... So fare ye well! and hold your tongues, ...
Autumn
... The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread, ...
To My Cottage
... While the fond parent wound her whirring spool ...
All nature has a feeling
... All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks ...
Bantry Bay
... But the waves obeyed no sailor's call, and we knew not where to go ...
The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day
... Round circling hedge that guards the stack ...
Spring's Messengers
... Cart ruts and horses' footings scarcely yield ...
The Shepherds Calendar - May
... The school boy names them 'writing larks' ...
The Old Year
... Have more of substance when they're here ...
The Skylark
... From pain and toil, there would they build and be, ...
First Love
... My life and all seemed turned to clay ...
Death
... And pride, and power, and king, and clown ...
The Shepherd's Calendar - September
... Stuck thick with boughs and thronged with boys ...
