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From Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, essays, journals and letters about love, ***, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his madness, his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, President of the John Clare Society, sees Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice". Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.

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From Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, essays, journals and letters about love, ***, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his madness, his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, President of the John Clare Society, sees Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice". Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.

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John Clare Weblog: February 2015

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Clare's 1819 hymn to being alone. with Patty. The first 14 lines, illustrated by Anne Lee. The book may be obtained from Anne direct. As is the way with scans of paper images on special paper, this is really a pale imitation of the real thing. Song: "The spring may forget that he reigns in the sky". The spring may forget that he reigns in the sky. Winter again hide her flowers in the snow. The summer may thirst when her fountains are dry. But I'll think of Mary wherever I go. Lines 477-492) - Child Harold.

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John Clare Weblog: Footpaths

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Tracking fields where passenger appears. As wading to his waist in crowding grain. Wherever as we pass the bending ears. Pat at our sides and gain their place again. Then crooked stile with little steps that aid. The climbing meets us and the pleasant grass. Hedgerows old with arbours ready made. For weariness to rest in pleasant shade. Surround us and with ecstasy we pass. Wild flower and insect tribes that ever mate. With joy and dance from every step we take. In numberless confusion all employ.

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John Clare Weblog: Helpstone (extract)

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A reminder of the causes of Clare's sadness at the loss of the fields he knew as a boy. And the passage "accursed wealth" to which many of his (largely wealthy remember) reading public - and his publishers Taylor and Hessey - objected so much. Quite likely one of the reasons why Clare's second collection did so badly? As fair and sweet they bloomd thy plains among. As blooms those Edens by the poets sung. Now all laid waste by desolations hand. Whose cursed weapons levels half the land. John Clare - Virt...

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John Clare Weblog: from "Summer Evening"

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The sinken sun is takin leave. Sweetly gilds the edge of eve. While purple clouds of deepening dye. Huddling hang the western skye. Crows crowd quaking oever head. Hastening to the woods to bed. Cooing sits the lonly dove. Calling home her abscent love. Kirchip Kirchip mong the wheat. Partridge distant partridge greet. Beckening call to those that roam. Guiding the squandering covey home. Swallows check their rambling flight. Twittering on the chimney light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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John Clare Weblog: The Old Willow

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The juicey wheat now spindles into ear. Trailing pea blooms ope their velvet eyes. Weeds and flowers by crowds far off and near. In all their sunny liveries appear. For summers lustre boasts unnumbered dyes. How pleasant neath this willow by the brook. Thats kept its ancient place for many a year. To sit and oer these crowded fields to look. The soft dropping of the shower to hear. Ourselves so sheltered een a pleasant book. Might lie uninjured from the fragrant rain. But dry as housed in my old hut again.

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Greenoak Journal: Goldilocks buttercups Woodthorpe holloway

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Ramblings from the city's edge. Friday, 22 April 2011. Goldilocks buttercups Woodthorpe holloway. Goldilocks buttercups Woodthorpe holloway. Originally uploaded by goldsally. A little buttercup of damp woodland edges. Found these in the old holloway near Woodthorpe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Greenoak was the old name for the area of Sheffield in which I live. This is my attempt to capture it and the countryside at the edge of the city. Other photos can be seen on my flickr site.

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Greenoak Journal: Oak, Totley Hall Farm

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Ramblings from the city's edge. Wednesday, 28 April 2010. Oak, Totley Hall Farm. Ancient oak, Totley Hall Farm May 1st. Originally uploaded by goldsally. I love 'em. Can't bear to think what the landscape might become. 29 April 2010 at 07:12. Good to see you back Sally! I love oak trees too, have a lovely one in my garden. I had heard a while ago that there is a new disease affecting them - lets just hope that it doesnt have the same effect as Dutch Elm Disease did - that would be a tragedy.

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Greenoak Journal: John Donne and the shortest day...

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Ramblings from the city's edge. Tuesday, 22 December 2009. John Donne and the shortest day. A Nocturnal upon St Lucy's Day, being the shortest day". Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,. Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;. The sun is spent, and now his flasks. Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;. The whole world's sap is sunk;. The general balm the hydroptic earth hath drunk,. Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk,. Dead and interred; yet all these seem to laugh,.

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John Clare Aphorisms: Life...

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If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs". Quoted in the Tibble's 'John Clare a Life' (1932). From a letter to Mrs. Emmerson (10th August 1823). 18 August 2015 at 16:27. One of the greatest quotes Ive ever come across! 24 November 2015 at 13:26. Roger, what page was this? I cant find it in Tibble. 24 November 2015 at 18:45. Cant tell you at present, Im thousands of miles away from my library! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). John Clare 1824/5 Journal.

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Do we Need Grammar. FREEWRITE: Please respond to following quote by the poet John Clare. (You can learn more about the poet, who lived from 1793-1864, by going http:/ www.johnclare.blogspot.com/. Grammer in learning is like Tyranny in government- confound the bitch Ill never be her slave.". What did Clare say, and why do you think he said it? Are there mistakes in grammar in the sentence, and do these mistakes effect the meaning of the sentence in your opinion? What do you think? Post a new comment.

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Greenoak Journal: Fieldfares

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Ramblings from the city's edge. Friday, 11 December 2009. Why do I seem to write this blog mostly in Winter? Perhaps I find it the most beautiful of seasons - especially when it is under such threat. Today the real symbols of midwinter burst out of the bony trees near Woodthorpe - a clatter of fieldfares. Here is what John Clare has to say in a gem of a sonnet:. Emmonsails Heath in Winter. I love to see the old heath's withered brake. Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling. Nice to see you back a...

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John Clare Journal: 27th April 1825

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Heard the Cuckoo for the first time this Season — it was said to be heard a week back by a Shepherd — Saw the large Grey Wagtail. I think it a bird of passage as I have never seen it in winter — some young Plants of Ash and Maple showing leaf — Saw a bird with a dark line over each ear I think it one ot the fly catchers. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letter - To Artis.

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John Clare Ephemera: Intercity (Newcastle/London)

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The rail crossing on Glinton Road, Helpston]. Flicking on through landscape's pages. The 530 at a hundred. Accelerates hard down the map. Personal videos, smooth sound,. Incessant announcements of guard. And steward seek to convince us. We're flying - which we almost are. I try to notice things. I just watch speed, the furniture. Of Intercity East Coast ticking past. With a low whistle of blurred lines. Two hours on, stirring, glancing up. From an in-flight magazine. I see there's a changed sky. 172 year...

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John Clare Ephemera: You owe it to yourself to visit John Clare country

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You owe it to yourself to visit John Clare country. Clare’s poetry is strange, intense, wonderfully sensuous – and magical. Every few yards our mounts shuddered and twitched and twisted their heads back under sustained and vicious assault from the evil clegs. Sometimes, you could see the blood. ‘Kill them! Anyway, days later, I was reading the July entry from my monthly literary treat The. At first, like Betjeman, he feels a bit of a guilty pleasure. The simple, mind-numbingly repetitive, ti-tum-ti-t...

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Winter is past—the little bee resumes. Her share of sun and shade and oer the lea. Hums its first hymnings to the flowers perfumes. Wakes a sense of gratfulness in me. The little daisey keeps its wonted pace. Ere march by april gets disarmd of snow. A look of joy opes on its smiling face. Turnd to that power that suffers it to blow. Ah pleasant time as pleasing as ye be. One still more pleasing, hope reserves for me. Where suns unsetting one long summer shine. O may the good mans righteous end be mine.

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