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John Clare Weblog: May 2015
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O superstition terryfying power
. Thou dithering agent of Nights solemn hour
. How (when pitch darkness glooms the awful night)
. Thy dithering terrors rush upon the sight
. Then the grim terrors of thy haunting train
. Swim thro the gloom and stalk along the plain
. Then all the horrid forms the eye can see
. Which fancy moulds are realizd by thee
. Here murder shudders on with giant stride. 8232;& heedless spirits cringes by his side. The calls of mercy—helpless wails of woe. As his height increases so...
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John Clare Weblog: A Grateful Acknowledgment
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Without Professor Eric Robinson's seminal work (with David Powell, pmS. Dawson and Margaret Grainger) normally known as 'The Clarendon Editions' (see below), this weblog could not exist. I am grateful to Professor Robinson for his scholarship of course, but his wit and encouragement as well as his ongoing comments and wisdom have been, and are, much appreciated. The Early Poems of John Clare. Ed Eric Robinson, David Powell and Margaret Grainger (two volumes, Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1989).
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John Clare Weblog: Beautiful Woman (fragment) & With our little ones...
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Beautiful Woman (fragment) and With our little ones. Beautiful woman visions dwell. Of heavens joy about thee. Every step I take is hell. That walks thro life without thee. When with our little ones we spent. Each Sunday after tea. And up the woods dark side we went. Or pastures rushy lea. To look among the woodland boughs. To find the bird' retreat,. Or crop the cowslap for the cows. Then sat to rest the little feet. In many a pleasant place. And see the lambs who tried to bleat. Come first in every race.
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John Clare Weblog: December 2014
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There is a charm in nature felt and seen". There is a charm in nature felt and seen. In every season of the varied year. In winters frost in springs reviving green. In foreign lands how beautiful the sight. Over a thousand mountains of snow sprey. With nought of green—but mountains pale as light. And all the way. The springs green herbage full of flowers. And fields where lives the lark mid greener grain. We love and worship them in April hours. That spring with all her joys would longer last. Where the ...
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John Clare Weblog: April 2015
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Solitude (II) final part. 8216;& this vain world its pride its form. 8216;That treads on thee as on a worm. 8216;Its mighty heirs—the time shall be. 8216;When they as quiet sleep by thee’. O heres thy comforts solitude. When overpowering woes intrude. Then thy sad thy solemn dress. Owns the balm my soul to bless. Here I judge the world aright. Here see vain man in his own light. Learn patience in this trying hour. To gild lifes brambles wi a flower. Take pattern from the hints thoust given. Solitude (II)...
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John Clare Weblog: June 2015
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The frog half fearful jumps across the path,. And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve. Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;. My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,. Till past, - and then the cricket sings more strong,. And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear. The short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,. Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank. The yellowhammer flutters in short fears. From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,. My he...
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John Clare Weblog: August 2015
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The crow sat on the willow tree. Image: 'Deepings crowsong' by John Lincoln]. The crow sat on the willow tree. A-lifting up his wings,. And glossy was his coat to see,. And loud the ploughman sings,. I love my love because I know. The milkmaid she loves me";. And hoarsely croaked the glossy crow. Upon the willow tree. I love my love" the ploughman sung,. And all the fields with music rung. I love my love, a bonny lass,. She keeps her pails so bright,. And blythe she trips the dewy grass. The lusty picker...
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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: SONG - "Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair"
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SONG - "Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair". Image: Lady Clementina Hawarden - 1860]. Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair. Sukey's got the coal black hair. And in her neck the curl'd drakes tail. That makes her looks so very fine. And in her breast this heart of mine. That keeps me like a thief in jail. Which is so very fair and white. It keeps me waken half the night. Sukey's neat, and Sukey's sweet. Sukey's every way complete. Like a lily in the shower. Rich as kingcup in the spring. The colour of the bridal ring.