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'Yet in a little close, however keen

The winter comes, I find a patch of green,

Where robins, by the miser winter made

Domestic, flit and perch upon the spade"

- John Clare

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"Withering and keen the winter comes,
While Comfort flies to close-shut rooms,
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window glass."
- John Clare

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"Nature now spreads around, in dreary hue,

A pall to cover all that summer knew;

Yet in the poet's solitary way,

Some pleasing objects for his praise delay"

- John clare

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"Thus harvest ends its busy reign,

And leaves the fields their peace again,

Where Autumn's shadows idly muse

And tinge the trees in many hues."

- John clare

quote Summer

Now summer's in flower, and nature's hum

is never silent 'round her bounteous bloom,

Insects as small as dust, have never done

With glitt'ring dance, and reeling in the sun.

- John Clare

"The columbines, stone blue, or deep night brown,
Their honeycomb like blossoms hanging down;
Each cottage garden's fond adopted child,
Though heaths still claim them,
where they grow yet wild."
- John Clare

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"I love the verse that, mild and bland,
Breathes of green fields and open sky.
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy."
- The Native Muse by John Clare

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"Now this sweet vision of my boyish hours
Free as spring clouds and wild as summer flowers
Is faded all - a hope that blossomed free
And hath been once no more shall ever be."
John Clare, from The Mores