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Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
John Clare
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John Clare
Age: 70 †
Born: 1793
Born: July 13
Died: 1864
Died: May 20
Farmworker
Naturalist
Poet
Writer
Northamptonshire Peasant Poet
Flew
Crowded
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Noises
Silence
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