John Clare Citas

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

  John Clare

  Proof, Ifs

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• Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

  John Clare

  Flower, Love Life, Lust

  John Clare (1949). “Poems of John Clare's madness”

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• I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down

  John Clare

  Fields, Found

  John Clare (1908). “Poems by John Clare”

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• Language has not the power to
  speak what love indites:
  The soul lies buried
  in the ink that writes.

  John Clare

  Lying, Writing, Soul

  John Clare (1949). “Poems of John Clare's madness”

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• La mejor manera de evitar una mala acción es haciendo una buena, pues no hay dificultad en el mundo como la de intentar no hacer nada.

  John Clare

  Trying, World, Way

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.1485, Delphi Classics

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• El verano es pródigo en alegría. La hierba se llena de insectos encantados a mi paso, y multitudes de saltamontes a cada zancada saltan en todas direcciones con la felicidad como guía; y de mis pies que rozan las polillas huyen a lugares más seguros para continuar su juego. Parten en tropel. Me maravilla, y mucho, ver tales mundos de insectos en el camino, Y más ver cada cosa, por pequeña que sea, Compartiendo la alegría de la generosidad que pertenece a todos. Y aquí recojo, por el mundo olvidado, Cosechas de consuelo de su feliz humor, Sintiendo que la bendición de Dios habita en cada lugar Y nada vive sino le debe gratitud.

  John Clare

  Summer, Gratitude, Blessing

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

  John Clare

  Past, Men, Funeral

  'The Past'

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• For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

  John Clare

  Beautiful, Nature, Eagles

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.982, Delphi Classics

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

  John Clare

  Running, Glasses, Hours

  John Clare (1820). “Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery”, p.35

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• 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

  John Clare

  Romántico, Dulce, Flor

  John Clare (2015). “Poems Chiefly from Manuscript”, p.268, The Floating Press

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

  John Clare

  Air, Gold, Hot

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.885, Delphi Classics

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

  John Clare

  Men, Creator God, Long

  John Clare (2016). “Clare's poems”, p.181, John Clare

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• I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.

  John Clare

  Amor, Dulce, Corazón

  John Clare (2015). “Poems Chiefly from Manuscript”, p.268, The Floating Press

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

  John Clare

  Sweet, Silence, Rude

  John Clare, Eric Robinson, David Powell (2004). “Major Works”, p.413, Oxford University Press, USA

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• Se me entiende genéricamente aunque no uso ese incómodo escuadrón de señalamientos llamados comas dos puntos y coma etc.

  John Clare

  Squad, Awkward, Use

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• I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd 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

  Lying, Sleep, Men

  'I Am' (1848)

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• Sin embargo, no he sido enemigo de nadie más que de mí mismo. Mi naturaleza fácil, tanto en la bebida como en cualquier otra cosa, estaba siempre dispuesta a someterse a las persuasiones de compañeros libertinos, que a menudo me llevaban a caer en trampas.

  John Clare

  Drinking, Enemy, Persuasion

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• Wildness is my suiting scene.

  John Clare

  Nature, Scene, Wildness

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.235, Delphi Classics

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

  John Clare

  Poor, Receipts

  John Clare, “Remembrances”

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• He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

  John Clare

  Time, Tree, Green

  'The Dying Child'

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• 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.

  John Clare

  Lonely, Spring, Blue

  John Clare (2012). “Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt”, p.71, Counterpoint Press

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• Y mes de hadas de la alegría despierta
  De quien provienen nuestras alegrías
  Tú, alegre temprano de la tierra
  Tres veces bienvenida aquí de nuevo
  Contigo el capullo se despliega en hojas
  La hierba reverdece en el prado
  Y las flores reciben su tierna bendición
  Para florecer y sonreír contigo.

  John Clare

  Primavera, Flor, Alegría

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• 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; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

  John Clare

  Dream, Sea, Joy

  John Clare (1965). “Selected poems”

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• 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.

  John Clare

  Shadow, Empty, Ends

  John Clare (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Clare (Illustrated)”, p.379, Delphi Classics

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• I am the self-consumer of my woes.

  John Clare

  Self, Woe, Consumers

  'I Am' (1848)

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