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Author: John Clare (1793-1864)
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 All nature owns with one accord
P. Dickinson: Nature's Hymn to the Deity
An Invite, to Eternity (Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid
) (from John Clare: Poems) - I. Venables
Autumn (I love the fitful gust that shakes) (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: I love the fitful gust
Badger (When midnight comes a host of dogs and men) (from John Clare: Poems) - P. Dickinson
Ballad (Winter's gone, the summer breezes
) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) GER W. Bennett: Winter's Gone
A. Rowley: Shepherd's Rondel
Birds' lament (Oh, says the linnet, if I sing
) (from Madrigals and Chronicles) R. Bennett, H. Tye: The birds' lament
Born upon an angel's breast (Twas born upon an angel's breast) - I. Venables
Byron's Funeral (My eye was arested by straggling gropes of common people
) - D. Thomas [x]
Clock-a-clay (In the cowslip pips I lie
) (from Life and Remains of John Clare) - R. Bennett, C. Gibbs, T. Hold
Come queen of months in company
B. Britten: The driving boy
Dear Sir, I am in a Madhouse & quite forgot your Name
D. Thomas, D. Thomas: To James Hipkins (I)
Early Nightingale (When first we hear the shy-come nightingales) (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: When first we hear
R. Bennett: The early nightingale
Elegy (I am: yet what I am none cares or knows) (from The Life of John Clare) - K. Roger
Evening bells - I. Venables [x]
Evening Primrose (When once the sun sinks in the west
) (from The Rural Muse) DUT B. Britten: The evening primrose
Farm Breakfast (Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife) (from John Clare: Poems) - T. Hold
Firwood (The fir trees taper into twigs and wear) (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: The firtrees taper
God looks on nature with a glorious eye
D. Thomas: With a glorious eye
Hares at play (The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still
) J. Wilson: The birds are gone to bed
He loved the brook's soft sound (from John Clare: Poems) S. Dodgson: Peasant Poet
Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
(from John Clare: Poems) I. Gurney: Ploughman singing
I am (I am: yet what I am none cares or knows) (from The Life of John Clare) - T. Hold, T. Mirante, D. Thomas, I. Venables
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows (from The Life of John Clare) K. Roger: Elegy
T. Hold, T. Mirante, D. Thomas, I. Venables: I am
I love the fitful gust (I love the fitful gust that shakes) (from John Clare: Poems) - R. Werther
I love the fitful gust that shakes (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: I love the fitful gust
I wandered out one rainy day
T. Greaves: Quail's Nest
In the cowslip pips I lie (In the cowslip pips I lie
) (from Life and Remains of John Clare) - J. Wilson
In the cowslip pips I lie
(from Life and Remains of John Clare) J. Wilson: In the cowslip pips I lie
R. Bennett, C. Gibbs, T. Hold: Clock-a-clay
Invitation to Eternity (Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid
) (from John Clare: Poems) - D. Dorward, P. Standford
It is the evening hour (It is the evening hour
) (from John Clare: Poems) - H. Clark, S. Fraser
It is the evening hour
(from John Clare: Poems) L. Walters: The lost one
H. Clark, S. Fraser: It is the evening hour
I've often tried, when tending sheep and cow
T. Hold: The mock bird
Little Trotty Wagtail (Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
) (from Life and Remains of John Clare) - P. Warlock, E. Bainton, I. Copley, G. Jacob, E. Rubbra, M. Shaw, T. Greaves, J. Jeffreys
Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
(from Life and Remains of John Clare) S. Dodgson, J. Wilson: Trotty Wagtail
P. Warlock, E. Bainton, I. Copley, G. Jacob, E. Rubbra, M. Shaw, T. Greaves, J. Jeffreys: Little Trotty Wagtail
Love lives beyond the tomb (Love lives beyond the tomb) (from Life and Remains of John Clare) - R. Werther
Love lives beyond the tomb (from Life and Remains of John Clare) R. Werther: Love lives beyond the tomb
Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife (from John Clare: Poems) T. Hold: Farm Breakfast
Market Day (With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke) (from John Clare: Poems) - T. Hold
Mary Bayfield (It is the evening hour
) (from John Clare: Poems) L. Walters: The lost one
H. Clark, S. Fraser: It is the evening hour
May (Come queen of months in company
) B. Britten: The driving boy
Morning (O now the crimson east, its fire-streak burning) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) - R. Roderick-Jones
My eye was arested by straggling gropes of common people
[x] D. Thomas: Byron's Funeral
Nature's Hymn to the Deity (All nature owns with one accord
) - P. Dickinson
No sort of learning ever hurt his head [x] T. Hold: The lout
Nobody will own me or have me at any price
[x] *
November (The shepherds almost wonder where they dwell
) - T. Greaves, T. Hold
O Life, thy name to me's a galling sound
(from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) D. Diamond: On Death
O now the crimson east, its fire-streak burning (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) R. Roderick-Jones: Morning
Oh, says the linnet, if I sing
(from Madrigals and Chronicles) R. Bennett, H. Tye: The birds' lament
On Death (O Life, thy name to me's a galling sound
) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) - D. Diamond
Peasant Poet (He loved the brook's soft sound) (from John Clare: Poems) - S. Dodgson
Ploughman singing (Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
) (from John Clare: Poems) - I. Gurney
Quail's Nest (I wandered out one rainy day
) - T. Greaves
Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid
(from John Clare: Poems) I. Venables: An Invite, to Eternity
D. Dorward, P. Standford: Invitation to Eternity
Shepherd's Rondel (Winter's gone, the summer breezes
) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) - A. Rowley GER
Simple enchantress! wreath'd in summer blooms (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) R. Roderick-Jones: To the Rural Muse
Song's Eternity (What is song's eternity?) (from John Clare: Poems) - E. Boyce, L. Lethbridge, M. Short, P. Standford, J. Wilson
The birds are gone to bed (The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still
) - J. Wilson
The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still
J. Wilson: The birds are gone to bed
The birds' lament (Oh, says the linnet, if I sing
) (from Madrigals and Chronicles) - R. Bennett, H. Tye
The driving boy (Come queen of months in company
) - B. Britten
The driving boy beside his team B. Britten: The driving boy
The early nightingale (When first we hear the shy-come nightingales) (from John Clare: Poems) - R. Bennett
The evening primrose (When once the sun sinks in the west
) (from The Rural Muse) - B. Britten DUT
The fir trees taper into twigs and wear (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: The firtrees taper
The firtrees taper (The fir trees taper into twigs and wear) (from John Clare: Poems) - R. Werther
The Fox (The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh) (from John Clare: Poems) - S. Dodgson
The lost one (It is the evening hour
) (from John Clare: Poems) - L. Walters
The lout (No sort of learning ever hurt his head) - T. Hold [x]
The mock bird (I've often tried, when tending sheep and cow
) - T. Hold
The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh (from John Clare: Poems) S. Dodgson: The Fox
The shepherds almost wonder where they dwell
T. Greaves, T. Hold: November
The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees (from John Clare: Poems) S. Dodgson: Turkeys
There is a charm in solitude that cheers (There is a charm in Solitude that cheers) - D. Thomas
There is a charm in Solitude that cheers D. Thomas: There is a charm in solitude that cheers
To Charles Clare (You told me to enquire about my old companions) - D. Thomas [x] *
To James Hipkins (Dear Sir, I am in a Madhouse & quite forgot your Name
) D. Thomas, D. Thomas: To James Hipkins (I)
To James Hipkins (I) (Dear Sir, I am in a Madhouse & quite forgot your Name
) - D. Thomas
To James Hipkins (II) (Dear Sir, I am in a Madhouse & quite forgot your Name
) - D. Thomas
To John Clare (Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?) (from John Clare: Poems) - T. Hold
To Mary Collingwood (Nobody will own me or have me at any price
) [x] *
To the Rural Muse (Simple enchantress! wreath'd in summer blooms) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) - R. Roderick-Jones
Trotty Wagtail (Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
) (from Life and Remains of John Clare) - S. Dodgson, J. Wilson
Turkeys (The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees) (from John Clare: Poems) - S. Dodgson
Twas born upon an angel's breast I. Venables: Born upon an angel's breast
Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? (from John Clare: Poems) T. Hold: To John Clare
What is song's eternity? (from John Clare: Poems) E. Boyce, L. Lethbridge, M. Short, P. Standford, J. Wilson: Song's Eternity
When first we hear (When first we hear the shy-come nightingales) (from John Clare: Poems) - R. Werther
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales (from John Clare: Poems) R. Werther: When first we hear
R. Bennett: The early nightingale
When midnight comes (When midnight comes a host of dogs and men) (from John Clare: Poems) - J. Wilson
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men (from John Clare: Poems) P. Dickinson: Badger
J. Wilson: When midnight comes
When once the sun sinks in the west
(from The Rural Muse) DUT B. Britten: The evening primrose
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid (from John Clare: Poems) I. Venables: An Invite, to Eternity
D. Dorward, P. Standford: Invitation to Eternity
Winter's Gone (Winter's gone, the summer breezes
) (from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) - W. Bennett GER
Winter's gone, the summer breezes
(from The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems) GER W. Bennett: Winter's Gone
A. Rowley: Shepherd's Rondel
Winters Macht - W. Bennett [x]
With a glorious eye (God looks on nature with a glorious eye
) - D. Thomas
With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke (from John Clare: Poems) T. Hold: Market Day
You told me to enquire about my old companions [x] * D. Thomas: To Charles Clare
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