John Clare Weblog
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.
- Based in United Kingdom
- Roughly one post per day
- First post on
Posts per month
| Month starting | Posts |
|---|---|
| Jul 2021 | 2 |
| Aug 2021 | 1 |
| Sep 2021 | 0 |
| Oct 2021 | 2 |
| Nov 2021 | 1 |
| Dec 2021 | 4 |
| Jan 2022 | 1 |
| Feb 2022 | 2 |
| Mar 2022 | 2 |
| Apr 2022 | 1 |
| May 2022 | 0 |
| Jun 2022 | 0 |
| Jul 2022 | 2 |
| Aug 2022 | 2 |
| Sep 2022 | 1 |
| Oct 2022 | 4 |
| Nov 2022 | 1 |
| Dec 2022 | 1 |
| Jan 2023 | 2 |
| Feb 2023 | 2 |
| Mar 2023 | 0 |
| Apr 2023 | 0 |
| May 2023 | 0 |
| Jun 2023 | 30 |
| Jul 2023 | 31 |
| Aug 2023 | 31 |
| Sep 2023 | 29 |
| Oct 2023 | 31 |
| Nov 2023 | 29 |
| Dec 2023 | 9 |
Any gaps could be due to errors when fetching the blog’s feed.
Most recent posts
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, …
Sweet it is to wind the rillSweet with thee to climb the hillOn whose lap the bullock freeChews his cud most placidlyOr oer fallows bare and brownBeaten sheep-tracks wander downWhere the mole unwearied stillRoots up …
[So] full sweet it was to lookHow clouds misted oer the hillRain drops how they dimpt the brookFalling fast & faster stillWhile the gudgeons sturting byeCringd neath water grasses shadeStartling as each nimble eyeSaw the …