John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

161. Bonny Lassie O! 4/13/2010
162. Birds In Alarm 4/13/2010
163. Bantry Bay 4/13/2010
164. Ballad 4/13/2010
165. Badger 1/3/2003
166. Autumn Birds 1/3/2003
167. Autumn 1/3/2003
168. Approaching Night 4/13/2010
169. An Invite, to Eternity 1/3/2003
170. All nature has a feeling 1/3/2003
171. A World For Love 4/13/2010
172. A vision 4/13/2010

To John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
The spring is come, and birds are building nests;
The old cock-robin to the sty is come,
With olive feathers and its ruddy breast;
And the old cock, with wattles and red comb,
Struts with the hens, and seems to like some best,
Then crows, and looks about for little crumbs,
Swept out by little folks an hour ago;
The pigs sleep in the sty; the bookman comes--

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