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• Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

  John Clare

  Tears, Bed, Blooming

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.383, Delphi Classics

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• My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

  John Clare

  Degrees, Chill, Dread

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• 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

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• Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.

  John Clare

  Dream, Reading, Winter

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• I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.

  John Clare

  Memories, Self, Shadow

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.925, Delphi Classics

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• I hid my love when young till I
  Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
  I hid my life to my despite
  Till I could not bear to look at light:
  I dare not gaze upon her face
  But left her memory in each place;
  Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
  I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

  John Clare

  Memories, Lying, Flower

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• I live here among the ignorant like a lost man in fact like one whom the rest seems careless of having anything to do with — they hardly dare talk in my company for fear I shoud mention them in my writings & I find more pleasure in wandering the fields then in mixing among my silent neighbours who are insensible of everything but toiling & talking of it & that to no purpose.

  John Clare

  Writing, Men, Talking

  "Letters".

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• The snow has left the cottage top;
  The thatch moss grows in brighter green;
  And eaves in quick succession drop,
  Where grinning icicles have been,
  Pit-patting with a pleasant noise
  In tubs set by the cottage door;
  While duck and geese, with happy joys,
  Plunge in the yard pond brimming over.
  The sun peeps through the window pane:
  Which children mark with laughing eye,
  And in the wet street steal again
  To tell each other spring is night.

  John Clare

  Children, Spring, Eye

  John Clare (1827). “The Shepherd's Calendar: With Village Stories and Other Poems”, p.20

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• The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
  With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
  The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
  With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
  To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
  While small birds nestle in the edge below.

  John Clare

  Fall, White, Swans

  John Clare, “Autumn Birds”

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• 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

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• So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

  John Clare

  Dark, Lazy, World

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• Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.

  John Clare

  Stars, Night, Illumination

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• 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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• I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.

  John Clare

  Byron

  John Clare (2013). “John Clare: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.19, Routledge

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• Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!

  John Clare

  Spring, Blue, Ivy

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• This world has suns, but they are overcast;This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom;Life still expects, and empty falls at last;Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.

  John Clare

  Sweet, Fall, World

  John Clare (1821). “The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems”, p.166

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• Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint:
  Things least to be believed are most preferred.
  All counterfeits, as from truth's sacred mint,
  Are readily believed if once put down in print

  John Clare

  Simple, Soul, Sacred

  John Clare (1935). “The Poems”

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• In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

  John Clare

  Song, Sweet, Nature

  John Clare (1821). “The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems”, p.176

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• When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair

  John Clare

  Despair, Needs, Her Smile

  John Clare (2003). “John Clare: Poems of the Middle Period, 1822-1837”, p.37, Oxford University Press

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• I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.

  John Clare

  Sweet, Heaven, Lust

  John Clare (1965). “Selected poems”

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• Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!

  John Clare

  Lonely, Memories, Fate

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.700, Delphi Classics

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• Throw not my words away, as many do;They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

  John Clare

  Gold, Values

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.336, Delphi Classics

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• 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

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