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John Clare's Poetry, by first line

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  • To John Clare
    Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
    The spring is come, and birds are building nests;
    14 lines
  • Summer
    Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
    For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • I Hid my Love
    I hid my love when young till I
    Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • The Dying Child
    He could not die when trees were green,
    For he loved the time too well.
    30 lines
  • The Skylark
    The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside
    The battered road; and spreading far and wide
    28 lines
  • Summer Images
    Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
    Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
    196 lines, 1 comment
  • The Secret
    Thou wert my joy in every spot,
    My theme in every song.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Emmonsail's Heath in Winter
    I love to see the old heath's withered brake
    Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
    14 lines
  • The Old Year
    The Old Year's gone away
    To nothingness and night:
    24 lines
  • First Love
    I ne'er was struck before that hour
    With love so sudden and so sweet,
    24 lines, 2 comments
  • Song's Eternity
    What is song's eternity?
    Come and see.
    50 lines
  • The Shepherd's Tree
    Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
    Like to a warrior's destiny! I love
    14 lines
  • What is Life?
    And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
    A mist retreating from the morning sun,
    24 lines
  • Badger
    When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
    Go out and track the badger to his den,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • The Flood
    On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood
    I've seen the winter floods their gambols play
    42 lines
  • To Mary
    I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
    And yet thou art not there;
    24 lines
  • Autumn Birds
    The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
    And heron slow as if it might be caught.
    14 lines
  • Clock-O'-Clay
    In the cowslip pips I lie,
    Hidden from the buzzing fly,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Love Lives Beyond The Tomb
    Love lives beyond
    The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew-
    24 lines
  • Meet Me in the Green Glen
    Love, meet me in the green glen,
    Beside the tall elm-tree,
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • Schoolboys in Winter
    The schoolboys still their morning ramble take
    To neighboring village school with playing speed,
    14 lines
  • The Thrush's Nest
    Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
    That overhung a molehill large and round,
    14 lines
  • The Winter's Spring
    The winter comes; I walk alone,
    I want no bird to sing;
    30 lines
  • The Cuckoo
    The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight,
    With narrow pointed wings
    32 lines
  • Early Nightingale
    When first we hear the shy-come nightingales,
    They seem to mutter o’er their songs in fear,
    14 lines
  • Evening Primrose
    When once the sun sinks in the west,
    And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast;
    14 lines
  • Hen's Nest
    Among the orchard weeds, from every search,
    Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nest is made,
    14 lines
  • The Landrail
    How sweet and pleasant grows the way
    Through summer time again
    60 lines
  • The Maple Tree
    The Maple with its tassell flowers of green
    That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed
    14 lines
  • All nature has a feeling
    All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
    Are life eternal: and in silence they
    9 lines
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