John Clare

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

Poems of John Clare

41. Gipsies 4/13/2010
42. Grasshoppers 4/13/2010
43. Graves Of Infants 4/13/2010
44. Hen's Nest 1/3/2003
45. Hodge 4/13/2010
46. House Or Window Flies 4/13/2010
47. I Am 1/3/2003
48. I Dreamt Of Robin 4/13/2010
49. I Hid My Love 1/3/2003
50. Idle Fame 4/13/2010
51. Impromptu 4/13/2010
52. In Hilly-Wood 4/13/2010
53. Insects 1/3/2003
54. Invitation To Eternity 4/13/2010
55. Letter In Verse 4/13/2010
56. Little Trotty Wagtail 4/13/2010
57. Love 4/13/2010
58. Love Cannot Die 4/13/2010
59. Love Lives Beyond The Tomb 1/3/2003
60. Market Day 4/13/2010

The Dying Child

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those children of the spring:
When he was well and on the lea

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