John Clare Quotes, Air Quotes, Gold Quotes

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Air Quotes , Gold Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Song Quotes , Sweet Quotes

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Silence Quotes

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Poor Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Tears Quotes , Bed Quotes

And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Running Quotes , Glasses Quotes

Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Dream Quotes , Reading Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Dark Quotes , Lazy Quotes

I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Memories Quotes , Self Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Summer Quotes , Song Quotes

My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Degrees Quotes , Chill Quotes

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Proof Quotes

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

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Simple Quotes , Soul Quotes

Wildness is my suiting scene.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Nature Quotes , Scene Quotes

I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Squad Quotes , Awkward Quotes

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Men Quotes , Creator God Quotes

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.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Trying Quotes , World Quotes

The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Past Quotes , Men Quotes

The thorn tree just began to bud And greening stained the sheltering hedge, An many a violet beside the wood Peeped blue between the withered sedge; The sun gleamed warm the bank beside, 'Twas pleasant wandering out a while Neath nestling bush to lonely hide, Or bend a musings o'er a stile.

5 years ago

Message Copied

Tags : John Clare Quotes , Lonely Quotes , Spring Quotes