One of eight wonderful collections, celebrating the best of Romantic poetry - also included in the series is Byron, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Shelley, Blake, Burns and Keats.
This authoritative edition brings together a generous selection of Clare's poetry and prose, including autobiographical writings and letters and illustrates all aspects of his talent.
TO THE MEMORY OF BLOOMFIELD Sweet unassuming minstrel, not to thee The dazzling fashions of the day belong: Nature's wild pictures, field and cloud and tree And quiet brooks far distant from the throng In murmurs tender as the toiling ...
Largely based on the transcripts made by William Knight and other amanuenses at Northampton , it emends the Knight punctuation in an attempt to get closer to Clare's lost manuscripts . The Early Poems of John Clare 1804–1822 , Volumes i ...
I tell of brooks , of blossoms , birds and bowers , Of April , May , of June , and July - flowers ; I tell of May - poles , hock - carts , wassails , wakes , Of bridegrooms , brides , and of their bridal cakes ; I tell of groves ...
For an ever-growing annotated bibliography of labouring-class poets before and beyond Clare's time, see John Goodridge et al. (eds), Database of British and Irish Labouring-Class ... NineteenthCentury English Labouring-Class Poets, vol.
John Clare: New Approaches
Clare's Lyric examines John Clare's lyric poems and their impact on the work of three twentieth-century poets—Arthur Symons, Edmund Blunden, and John Ashbery.
THE WINTERS COME 1 Sweet chesnuts brown, like soleing leather turn, The larch trees, like the colour of the sun, That paled sky in the Autumn seem'd to burn. What a strange scene before us now does run, Red, brown, and yellow, ...
John Clare is one of the foremost "peasant poets" of the English language. His fascination with the countryside, with nature and with the seasons and their changing moods marks a...
Clare may perhaps have intended to enfold into the poem a little homage to Hannah Bloomfield, whose charming letter to him of 10 March 1825 thanking ... A spring, o'erhung with many a flower, The grey sand dancing in its bed, Embank'd ...