John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

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