Poems by John Clare
Song #5
... For those dark curls and those bright eyes ...
A World For Love
... And months would come, and months would go, and all in sunny mood, ...
Farm Breakfast
... All know their own save Hodge who would be first, ...
Christmas
... Friends meet their christmass cheer to share ...
Graves Of Infants
... Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's amaranth bower, ...
To Anna Three Years Old
... And stoop for flowers, and shout for joy ...
Merry Maid
... But still she never heeds what praise can say, ...
Farewell And Defiance To Love
... And eyes, though thronged with darts to kill, ...
The Shepherds Calendar - July
... Then flurt their wings and wet their feathers ...
The Soldier
... And when his pockets, chafing through the case, ...
From "A Rhapsody"
... They shine in fields, or waste grounds near the town ...
I Dreamt Of Robin
... The grass was all shivers, the stars were all bright, ...
The Secret
... o I loved thee, though I told thee not, ...
The Winter's Come
... That is not green, which was so through the year ...
The Gipsy's Camp
... And when all's done, be shoved to hell at last! ...
