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John Clare

writer, poet, naturalist, farmworker

1793  – 1864

John Clare was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English countryside and his sorrows at its disruption. His work underwent major re-evaluation in the late 20th century; he is now often seen as a major 19th-century poet. His biographer Jonathan Bate called Clare "the greatest labouring-class poet that England has ever produced. No one has ever written more powerfully of nature, of a rural childhood, and of the alienated and unstable self."

All Quotes by John Clare

“I found the poems in the fields,”
— John Clare
“I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;”
— John Clare
“I hid my love when young till I”
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“If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.”
— John Clare
“O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away”
— John Clare
“And what is Life? — An hour-glass on the run,”
— John Clare
“And don't despise your betters cause they're old.”
— John Clare
“Throw not my words away, as many do;They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.”
— John Clare
“And what's more wonderful, when big loads foilA swarm flock round to help their fellow-men.”
— John Clare
“In politics and politicians' liesThe modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;”
— John Clare
“When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? No, rather smile away despair;”
— John Clare
“I hid my love when young till II kissed and bade my love good bye.”
— John Clare
“I hid my love in field and townWas nothing else but secret love.”
— John Clare
“O how I feel, just as I pluck the flowerKnow all I mean, and feel whate'er I feel.”
— John Clare
“This world has suns, but they are overcast;Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.”
— John Clare
“To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,And ends but only when our being ends.”
— John Clare
“The ivyed oaks dark shadow fallsSaved from the wreck of time.”
— John Clare
“I love to see the old heath's withered brake”
— John Clare
“I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,And yet I am, and live with shadows tost”
— John Clare
“I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,”
— John Clare
“Language has not the power to speak what love indites”
— John Clare
“I long for scenes where man hath never trod”
— John Clare
“O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away”
— John Clare
“In crime and enmity they lie”
— John Clare
“Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,”
— John Clare
“I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;”
— John Clare