"In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death."
- John Clare
"I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled thr..."
"I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down."
"O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away"
"I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air."
"I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I ..."
"Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes"
"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; Even the dearest that I loved ..."
"Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude."