Poetic Openings : John Clare to John Clare

Poet : John Clare : Poem : Clock-o'-clay : First Line : In the cowslip pips I lie,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : Early Nightingale : First Line : When first we hear the shy-come nightingales,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : Evening : First Line : ’Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : Evening Primrose : First Line : When once the sun sinks in the west,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : Farewell : First Line : Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river

Poet : John Clare : Poem : Hen's Nest : First Line : Among the orchard weeds, from every search,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : I Am : First Line : I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
Poet : John Clare : Poem : I Hid My Love : First Line : I hid my love when young till I
Poet : John Clare : Poem : In Hilly-wood : First Line : How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,
Poet : John Clare : Poem : Insects : First Line : These tiny loiterers on the barley’s beard,

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