115 Quotes by John Clare

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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 shades in love and death’s oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.