And fairy month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcome here anew With thee the bud unfolds to leaves The grass greens on the lea And flowers their tender boon receives… — John Clare Copy Share Image
I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“ I Am! I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God,… — John Clare Copy Share Image
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… — John Clare Copy Share Image
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… — John Clare Copy Share Image
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,… — John Clare Copy Share Image
To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,And empty shadow of what is to be;Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,And ends but only when our… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.” — John Clare Copy Share Image
The snow has left the cottage top; The thatch moss grows in brighter green; And eaves in quick succession drop, Where grinning icicles have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride Jump out… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But… — John Clare Copy Share Image
![“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!” quote by John Clare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/90f/john-clare-9982_blue_forgive-me-if-in-friendship-s-way-i-offe_142949.jpg)
