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The poem is written in a simple and direct style, and it uses rhyme and meter to create a pleasing sound. The poem can be compared to other works by John Clare in its use of simple language and its focus on the natural world.
john-clare. Poems. I cannot know what country owns thee now, With France's forest lilies on thy brow. When England knew thee thou wert passing fair; I never knew a foreign face so rare. The world of waters rolls and rushes bye, Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie. But surely France must be a pleasant place.
The Beautiful Stranger: I cannot know what country owns thee now, With France's forest lilies on thy brow. When England knew thee thou wert passing fair; I never knew a foreign face so rare. The world of waters rolls and rushes bye,
That greets the stranger with so fair a face; The English maiden blushes down the dance, But few can equal the fair maid of France. I saw thee lovely and I wished thee mine, And the last song I ever wrote is thine. Thy country's honour on thy face attends; Men may be foes but beauty makes us friends.
John Clare. The Beautiful Stranger. I cannot know what country owns thee now, With France’s forest lilies on thy brow. When England knew thee thou wert passing fair; I never knew a foreign face so rare. The world of waters rolls and rushes bye, Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie. But surely France must be a pleasant place.
I met with one beautiful stranger. Don’t ask me what happened next, I was lost in her beauty. She suddenly came in front of my eyes, Just like the beautiful moon comes out of the dark sky. Her long hair was all over her face,
Rate this poem: (0.00 / 0 votes) The Beautiful Stranger. John Clare 1793 (Helpston) – 1864 (St Andrew's Hospital) Love; Nature; I cannot know what country owns thee ...
