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").

Schoolboys In Winter

The schoolboys still their morning ramble takeTo neighboring village school with playing speed,Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,Oft..

© John Clare

Scandal

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothesTo hear the news and tell the news she knows;She talks of sluts, marks each unmended gown,Her self the..

© John Clare

Rural Morning

Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles to viewAnd dries the..

© John Clare

Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every oneAnd the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh onI tried to call them back but unbidden..

© John Clare

Quail's Nest

I wandered out one rainy dayAnd heard a bird with merry joysCry 'wet my foot' for half the way;I stood and wondered at the noise,When from my foot a..

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Ploughman Singing

Here morning in the ploughman's songs is metEre yet one footstep shows in all the sky,And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,Shows not her sleeve..

© John Clare

Pleasures Of Fancy

A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,And through this little gate that claps and bangsAgainst thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?Though but..

© John Clare

Peggy's The Lady Of The Hall

And will she leave the lowly clowns For silk and satins gay,Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady's cold array?And will she leave the wild..

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Peggy

Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather..

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Patty Of The Vale

'A weedling child on lonely leaMy evening rambles chanced to see;And much the weedling tempted meTo crop its tender flower;Exposed to wind and heavy..

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Now Is Past

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_When we together rovedBeneath the wildwood's oak-tree boughAnd Nature said we loved.Winter's blastThe _now_ since then..

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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..

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Nobody Cometh To Woo

On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark,And I opened the window to see,When every maiden went by with her sparkBut neer a one came to me.And O dear what..

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Night Wind

Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woodsClamours with dismal tidings of the rainRoaring as rivers breaking loose in floodsTo spread and foam and..

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Nature's Hymn To The Deity

All nature owns with one accordThe great and universal Lord:The sun proclaims him through the day,The moon when daylight drops away,The very darkness..

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Mouse's Nest

I found a ball of grass among the hayAnd progged it as I passed and went away;And when I looked I fancied something stirred,And turned again and..

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Merry Maid

Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat,She frowns offended when they call her fat--Yet fat she is, the merriest in the place,And all can know she..

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Meet Me In The Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,Beside the tall elm-tree,Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;There come with me.Meet me in the green glen.Meet..

© John Clare

May

Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row crickets..

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Mary Bateman

My love she wears a cotton plaid,A bonnet of the straw;Her cheeks are leaves of roses spread,Her lips are like the haw.In truth she is as sweet a..

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Market Day

With arms and legs at work and gentle strokeThat urges switching tail nor mends his pace,On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,The farmer goes..

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Love Lives Beyond The Tomb

Love lives beyondThe tomb, the earth, which fades like dew-I love the fond,The faithful, and the true.Love lies in sleep,The happiness of healthy..

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Love Cannot Die

In crime and enmity they lieWho sin and tell us love can die,Who say to us in slander's breathThat love belongs to sin and death.From heaven it came..

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Love

Love, though it is not chill and cold,But burning like eternal fire,Is yet not of approaches bold,Which gay dramatic tastes admire.Oh timid love..

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Little Trotty Wagtail

Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain,And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again,He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get..

© John Clare