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Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt

This book presents a selection of poems from the renowned Romantic poet John Clare, carefully chosen and enhanced with illustrations by Tom Pohrt. The collection showcases Clare's distinctive style and thematic concerns, offering readers a glimpse into the beauty and depth of his work. more

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John Clare
John Clare

John Clare, born on July 13, 1793, in England, was a renowned British Romantic poet. His poetry is known for its profound depiction of nature and its sympathy for the lives of farmers. more

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