01UndatedIn crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.John Clare / quote ↗
02UndatedI 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 shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossedJohn Clare / quote ↗
05UndatedI 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 shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.John Clare / quote ↗
06UndatedI sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air.John Clare / quote ↗
07UndatedI long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled 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 / quote ↗
08UndatedLanguage has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writesJohn Clare / quote ↗
09UndatedInto the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.John Clare / quote ↗
10UndatedCrowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.John Clare / quote ↗
11UndatedHill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.John Clare / quote ↗
12UndatedO I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toysJohn Clare / quote ↗
13UndatedA maidenhead, the virgin's troubleIs well-compare-d to a bubbleon a navigable riverSoon 'tis touched t'is gone foreverJohn Clare / quote ↗
14UndatedCrowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. Where the flower in green darkness buds, blossoms, and fades, Unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids— The hermit bees find them but once and away. There I'll bury alive and in silence decay.John Clare / quote ↗
15UndatedO lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.John Clare / quote ↗
16UndatedI wish I was what I have beenAnd what I was could beAs when I roved in shadows greenAnd loved my willow treeTo gaze upon the starry skyAnd higher fancies buildAnd make in solitary joyLoves temple in the fieldJohn Clare / quote ↗
17UndatedYet 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 printJohn Clare / quote ↗
18UndatedI hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.John Clare / quote ↗
19UndatedIn 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 / quote ↗
20UndatedO take me from the busy crowd,I cannot bear the noise!For Nature's voice is never loud;I seek for quiet joys.The book I love is everywhere,And not in idle words;The book I love is known to all,And better lore affords.John Clare / quote ↗
21UndatedThere is a charm in Solitude that cheersA feeling that the world knows nothing ofA green delight the wounded mind endearsAfter the hustling world is broken offJohn Clare / quote ↗
