Quotes of John Clare - somelinesforyou

“ I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the selfconsumer 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 ”

- John Clare

“ I found the poems in the fields, And only wrote them down. ”

- John Clare

“ O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away ”

- John Clare

“ I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the selfconsumer 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

“ Solitude 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 Whose whole delight was crime at good to scoff Green solitude his prison pleasure yields The bitch fox heeds him not birds seem to laugh He lives the Crusoe of his lonely fields Which dark green oaks his noontide leisure shields ”

- John Clare

“ 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

“ Language has not the power to speak what love indites The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes ”

- John Clare

“ I 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

“ 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

“ 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 goodbye. ”

- John Clare

“ I Am! I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the selfconsumer 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. I 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

“ Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. ”

- John Clare

“ First Love 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 my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start— They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter’s choice? Is love’s bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwellingplace And can return no more. ”

- John Clare

“ Invitation to Eternity Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valleydepths of shade, Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way, Where the sun forgets the day, Where there's nor light nor life to see, Sweet maiden, wilt thou go with me? Where stones will turn to flooding streams, Where plains will rise like ocean's waves, Where life will fade like visioned dreams And darkness darken into caves, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through this sad nonidentity Where parents live and are forgot, And sisters live and know us not? Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me In this strange death of life to be, To live in death and be the same, Without this life or home or name, At once to be and not to be— That was and is not—yet to see Things pass like shadows, and the sky Above, below, around us lie? The land of shadows wilt thou trace, Nor look nor know each other's face; The present marred with reason gone, And past and present both as one? Say, maiden, can thy life be led To join the living and the dead? Then trace thy footsteps on with me: We are wed to one eternity. ”

- John Clare

“ 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

“ 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

“ 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

“ 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

“ O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away ”

- John Clare

“ 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

“ 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

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

“ I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in mixing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose. ”

- John Clare

“ I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in mixing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose. ”

- John Clare

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

“ We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure. ”

- John Clare

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

- John Clare
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