How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree John Clare More Quotes by John Clare More Quotes From John Clare I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky. John Clare sleepmenlying I hid my love when young till I John Clare flowermemorieslying 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 bloomingbedtears 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 lazydarkworld The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud John Clare swanswhitefall While snow the window-panes bedim, John Clare summerheartchildren My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition. John Clare dreadchilldegrees 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 ivybluespring And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run John Clare hoursglassesrunning 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 lustsweetheaven Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth. John Clare illuminationstarsnight And fairy month of waking mirth John Clare flowerspringjoy Now summer is in flower and natures hum John Clare summerrunningsweet Loud is the summer's busy song John Clare summersonglying The snow has left the cottage top; John Clare eyespringchildren I am the self-consumer of my woes. John Clare consumerswoeself I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly. John Clare byron 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 writingtalkingmen When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair John Clare her-smiledespairneeds 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 sweetworldfall
