John Clare Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree

  John Clare

  Summer, Nature, Tree

  John Clare, Tom Pohrt, Robert Hass (2012). “Careless Rambles: A Selection of His Poems”, p.31, Counterpoint Press

• Now summer is in flower and natures hum
  Is never silent round her sultry bloom
  Insects as small as dust are never done
  Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
  And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
  Are never weary of their melody
  Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
  Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
  That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
  Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
  These round each bush in sweet disorder run
  And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun.

  John Clare

  Summer, Running, Sweet

  John Clare, Eric Robinson, David Powell (2004). “Major Works”, p.135, Oxford University Press, USA

• Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride Jump out all ways with happiness their guide; And from my brushing feet moths flit away In safer places to pursue their play. In crowds they start. I marvel, well I may, To see such worlds of insects in the way, And more to see each thing, however small, Sharing joy's bounty that belongs to all. And here I gather, by the world forgot, Harvests of comfort from their happy mood, Feeling God's blessing dwells in every spot And nothing lives but owes him gratitude.

  John Clare

  Summer, Gratitude, Blessing

• 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 of joy as summer bees,
  Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
  And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
  Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.

  John Clare

  Summer, Children, Heart

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.482, Delphi Classics

• Loud is the summer's busy song
  The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
  While insects of each tiny size
  Grow teasing with their melodies,
  Till noon burns with its blistering breath
  Around, and day lies still as death.

  John Clare

  Summer, Song, Lying

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