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John Clare

John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was 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 often now 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 nature, of a rural childhood, and of the alienated and unstable self".

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The Quince Tree Press - Small Books - Poets
... are also at least two editions of different poems of John Clare, both of which used the same photograph of a bronze bust of Clare on the cover ... No numbered editions of the poems of William Blake or John Clare have been seen, which were two of the first three titles, but a later edition of the poems of Andrew Marvell is numbered 3. 99 John Clare ...
I Am (poem)
... I Am (or Lines I Am) is a poem written by John Clare in late 1844 or 1845 and published in 1848 ... It was composed when Clare was in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum (commonly Northampton County Asylum, and later renamed St Andrew's Hospital), isolated by his mental illness from his family and friends ... scheme for the second and third, details Clare's finding of a sanctuary from the travails of his life in the asylum by reasserting his individuality in life and love of the beauty of the natural world in ...
John Clare - Works About Clare (chronological)
... Martin, Frederick ... The Life of John Clare.' 1865 ...

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