Top 54 John Clare Quotes
#1. Throw not my words away, as many do;They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.
John Clare
#2. I'm John Clare now. I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.
John Clare
#3. I 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
#4. When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair
John Clare
#5. 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,
Are readily believed if once put down in print
John Clare
#6. I wish I was what I have been
And what I was could be
As when I roved in shadows green
And loved my willow tree
To gaze upon the starry sky
And higher fancies build
And make in solitary joy
Loves temple in the field
John Clare
#7. I long for scenes where man has never trod; ... There to abide with my Creator, God.
John Clare
#8. O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
John Clare
#9. O 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 toys
John Clare
#10. I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
John Clare
#11. 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
#12. How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree
John Clare
#13. For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.
John Clare
#14. The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
John Clare
#15. O 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
#16. I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
John Clare
#17. Language has not the power to speak what love indites
The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes
John Clare
#18. 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, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.
John Clare
#19. Hill 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
#20. I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
John Clare
#21. I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
John Clare
#22. 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
#23. In 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
#24. Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude
And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.
John Clare
#25. Still, I have been no one's enemy but my own. My easy nature, either in drinking or anything else, was always ready to submit to persuasions of profligate companions, who often led me into snares.
John Clare
#26. He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.
John Clare
#27. I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down
John Clare
#28. Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
John Clare
#29. A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble
Is well-compare-d to a bubble
on a navigable river
Soon 'tis touched t'is gone forever
John Clare
#30. 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 being ends.
John Clare
#31. 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
#32. There is a charm in Solitude that cheers
A feeling that the world knows nothing of
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off
John Clare
#33. Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.
John Clare
#34. Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
John Clare
#35. The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.
John Clare
#36. And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
John Clare
#37. The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.
John Clare
#38. 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
To bloom and smile with thee.
John Clare
#39. I am, as far as my politics reaches, 'King and Country' - no 'Innovations in Religion and Government' say I.
John Clare
#40. My illness was love, though I knew not the smart,
But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart.
John Clare
#41. If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.
John Clare
#42. And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run
John Clare
#43. I 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
#44. My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
John Clare
#45. 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
#46. I am the self-consumer of my woes,
John Clare
#47. Grammar in learning is like tyranny in government - confound the bitch I'll never be her slave.
John Clare
#49. I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in musing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose.
John Clare
#50. In 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
#51. Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
John Clare
#52. I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long, thou wert joy of my ever spot
theme of my every song.
John Clare
#53. O 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
#54. How frail the bloom, how short the stay
That terminates us all!
Today we flourish green and gay,
Like leaves tomorrow fall.
John Clare
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