John Clare: A farm labourer and poet
John Clare
1793 - 1864
I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Life of John Clare
| John Clare, son of Parker and Ann Clare, commonly called “the Northamptonshire Peasant Poet,” was born at Helpstone, near Peterborough, on the 13th of July, 1793. The lowliness of his lot lends some countenance to the saying of “Melancholy” Burton, that “poverty is the Muses' patrimony.” He was the elder of twins, and was so small an infant that his mother used to say of him that “John might have been put into a pint pot.” Privation and toil disabled his father at a comparatively early age, and he became a pauper, receiving from the parish an allowance of five shillings a week. | His mother was of feeble constitution and was afflicted with dropsy. Clare inherited the low vitality of his parents, and until he reached middle age was subject to depressing ailments which more than once threatened his life, but after that time the failure of his mental powers caused him to be placed in circumstances favourable to bodily health, and in his old age he presented the outward aspect of a sturdy yeoman. |
Clare's Poems
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A Love Poem |
A Nature Poem |
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