John Clare
John Clare
John Clarewas an English poet, the son of a farm labourer, who came to be known for his celebratory representations of the English countryside and his lamentation of its disruption. His poetry underwent a major re-evaluation in the late 20th century, and he is now often considered to be among the most important 19th-century poets. His biographer Jonathan Bate states that Clare was "the greatest labouring-class poet that England has ever produced. No one has ever written more powerfully of...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth13 July 1793
In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.
This world has suns, but they are overcast;This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom;Life still expects, and empty falls at last;Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.
Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee Are never weary of their melody Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine That lift athirst their slender throated flowers Agape for dew falls and for honey showers These round each bush in sweet disorder run And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun.
I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
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
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We're all in this together for some period of time,
But we thought long and hard about this.
Love lies beyond / The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew! / I love the fond, / The faithful, and the true.
I am, as far as my politics reaches, 'King and Country' - no 'Innovations in Religion and Government' say I.
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.