“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.” WorldStillsLastsFallSunThis WorldSweetEmptyWarmRingsTombsTiptoesOvercast Book:The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems Source: The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems
“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.” StillsEndsDependsShadowEmptyCopiesCheatedMorrow Book:Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)
“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.” StillsLyingSongGrowsSummerBreathsBusySizeTongueTinyLoudMelodySmallestInsectsBreezeJulyNoonTease Author:John Clare
“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.” Has BeensStillsEasyMy OwnEnemyReadyDrinkingCompanionSubmitPersuasionSnares Author:John Clare
