Poems by John Clare
Ploughman Singing
... --Tinged like the willow shoots, the east's young brow ...
From "The Parish: A Satire"
... You'd think they're members when you heard them prate ...
Love Lives Beyond The Tomb
... The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew- ...
Thou Flower Of Summer
... Does the one who adores thee still live in thy breast ...
Farewell
... To the miller and, dearer still, to his three bonny daughters ...
The Stranger
... Health lived and issued from his voice ...
Sudden Shower
... Here stoops an ash-tree--hark! the wind gets high, ...
Emmonsail's Heath in Winter
... Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread ...
To Napoleon
... So gazing on thy greatness, made men blind ...
The Fox
... The ploughman laughed and would have ploughed him in ...
Love Cannot Die
... The sweetest thought that leaves the brain, ...
Dyke Side
... The schoolboy hears and brushes through the trees ...
I Am
... And yet I am, and livelike vapors tossedInto the nothingness of scorn and noise, ...
The Winter's Spring
... O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring ...
Christmass
... Runs round to claim his 'christmass box'The block behind the fire is put ...
