Quote by: John Clare

I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love good-bye.


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Author Bio


  • NameJohn Clare
  • DescriptionEnglish poet
  • AliasesNorthamptonshire Peasant Poet
  • BornJuly 13, 1793
  • DiedMay 20, 1864
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet