Poems by John Clare
Quail's Nest
... The rain flew bouncing from her breast ...
The Fens
... A semblance where there's nought to spare ...
The Shepherds Calendar - March
... Chirp their 'cree creeing' note that sounds of spring ...
Birds In Alarm
... Wrens cock their tails and chitter loud and play, ...
The Tramp
... An old smoaked blanket arches oer his head, ...
Patty of the Vale
... My fate shall stand the storm with thine ...
An Invite, to Eternity
... The land of shadows wilt thou trace ...
Braggart
... Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoop ...
Firwood
... When others out of doors are lost in frost and snow ...
The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory
... Your pride has wronged your own heart's blood ...
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story
... "That grave ye've heard of, where the four roads meet, ...
Bonny Mary O!
... In the mole-hills and the bushes, and the clear brook fringed with rushes ...
To Mary
... The breeze is whispering in the bush, ...
The Vanities Of Life
... --_Solomon_ What are life's joys and gains ...
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
... Tho heaths still claim them where they yet grow wild ...
