John Clare Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old John Clare quotes, John Clare sayings, and John Clare proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.'

I hid my love in field and town Till een the breeze would knock me down, The bees seemed singing ballads oer, The fly's bass turned a lion's roar; And even silence found a tongue, To haunt me all the summer long; The riddle nature could not prove Was nothing else but secret love. John Clare
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
Old papers thrown away, / Old garments cast aside, / The talk of yesterday, / All things identified; / But times once torn away / No voices can recall: / The eve of New Year's Day / Left the Old Year lost to all. John Clare
The time when daiseys bloom divine With thy calm hours begun / And crowflowers blazing blooms are thine. John Clare
Autumn I love thy latter end to view / In cold Novembers days so bleak and bare / When like life's dwindld thread worn nearly thro / Wi lingering pottering pace and head bleach'd bare / Thou like an old man bids the world adieu. John Clare
All nature owns with one accord / The great and universal Lord: / The sun proclaims him through the day, / The moon when daylight drops away. John Clare
Thy genius saw in quiet mood gilt fashions follies pass thee by. John Clare
Envy will gnaw its heart away to see thy genius gather root. John Clare
He talks to none but wends his silent way, / And finds a hovel at the close of day, / Or under any hedge his house is made. / He has no calling and he owns no trade. John Clare
An old smoaked blanket arches oer his head, / A whisp of straw or stubble makes his bed. / He knows a lawless law that claims no kin / But meet and plunder on and feel no sin — John Clare
One keeps the heart-bred villain full in sight, / The other cants and acts the hypocrite, / Smoothing the deed where law sharks set their gin / Like a coy dog to draw misfortune in. John Clare
The ice-bound floods that still with rigour freeze / The snow clothed valley and the naked tree / These sympathising scenes my heart can please / Distress is theirs— and they resemble me. John Clare
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay, waiting for the time o' day. John Clare
The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not pass but fear the noisome toad and shun the grass. John Clare
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. John Clare
First-love will with the heart remain / When its hopes are all gone by; / As frail rose-blossoms still retain / Their fragrance when they die: John Clare
I never saw so sweet a face / As that I stood before: / My heart has left its dwelling place / And can return no more. John Clare