Quotes by : John Clare

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer....

I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with....

A maidenhead, the virgin's troubleIs well-compare-d to a bubbleon a navigable riverSoon 'tis touched....

I wish I was what I have beenAnd what I was could beAs when I roved in shadows greenAnd loved my willow....

Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint:Things least to be believed are most preferred.All counterfeits,....

O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake....

Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer....

O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow....