Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Shepherd's Calendar - October
Nature now spreads around in dreary hueA pall to cover all that summer knewYet in the poets solitary waySome pleasing objects for his praise..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - November
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale and round, as if the moon,When done..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - May
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row crickets..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - March
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his cottage doorThe shepherd..
© John Clare
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never doneWi' glittering dance and reeling..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version)
July the month of summers primeAgain resumes her busy timeScythes tinkle in each grassy dellWhere solitude was wont to dwellAnd meadows they are mad..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - July
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and tand yet sweet..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the window glassAnd unfelt..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides once hath beenPit..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - December
While snow the window-panes bedim,The fire curls up a sunny charm,Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,The flowering ale is set to warm;Mirth, full..
© John Clare
The Shepherd's Calendar - August
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney glooms the..
© John Clare
The Shepherds Calendar - April
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith timid step she ventures..
© John Clare
The Secret
I loved thee, though I told thee not,Right earlily and long,Thou wert my joy in every spot,My theme in every song.And when I saw a stranger faceWhere..
© John Clare
The Sailor-Boy
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own firesideTo go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide.I crossed my native fields..
© John Clare
The Poet's Death
The world is taking little heedAnd plods from day to day:The vulgar flourish like a weed,The learned pass away.We miss him on the summer pathThe..
© John Clare
The Peasant Poet
He loved the brook's soft sound,The swallow swimming by.He loved the daisy-covered ground,The cloud-bedappled sky.To him the dismal storm appearedThe..
© John Clare
The Old Year
The Old Year's gone awayTo nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the dayNor hear him in the night:He left no footstep, mark or placeIn either..
© John Clare
The Old Cottagers
The little cottage stood alone, the prideOf solitude surrounded every side.Bean fields in blossom almost reached the wall;A garden with its hawthorn..
© John Clare
The Nightingale's Nest
Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove,And list the nightingale - she dwells just here.Hush ! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fearThe noise..
© John Clare
The Mores
Far spread the moorey ground a level sceneBespread with rush and one eternal greenThat never felt the rage of blundering ploughThough centurys..
© John Clare
The Maple Tree
The Maple with its tassell flowers of greenThat turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seedJust spreading out its scallopped leaves is seen,Of yellowish..
© John Clare
The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory
Gay was the Maid of OcramAs lady eer might beEre she did venture past a maidTo love Lord Gregory.Fair was the Maid of OcramAnd shining like the..
© John Clare
The Maid Of Jerusalem
Maid of Jerusalem, by the Dead Sea,I wandered all sorrowing thinking of thee,--Thy city in ruins, thy kindred deplored,All fallen and lost by the..
© John Clare
The Lout
The LoutRating: ★2.7♡AutoplayFor Sunday's play he never makes excuse,But plays at taw, and buys his Spanish juice.Hard as his toil, and ever slow to..
© John Clare
The Lass With The Delicate Air
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,She drops her head at every passer bye.Afraid of praise she hurries down the streetsAnd turns away from every..
© John Clare