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 - September
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets mirthEach burring..
© John Clare
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