Works About Clare (chronological)
- Martin, Frederick. The Life of John Clare.' 1865.
- Cherry, J. L. Life and remains of John Clare. 1873.
- Gale, Norman. Clare's Poems. 1901.
- Wilson, June. Green Shadows: The Life of John Clare. 1951.
- Bond, Edward. The Fool. 1975.
- Dendurent, H. O. John Clare: A Reference Guide. Boston: G. K. Hall, 1978.
- Storey, Edward. A Right to Song: The Life of John Clare. London: Methuen, 1982.
- Brownlow, Timothy. John Clare and Picturesque Landscape. 1983.
- MacKenna, John: Clare : a novel. - Belfast : The Blackstaff Press, 1993 ISBN 0-85640-467-5 (Fictional Biography)
- Haughton, Hugh, Adam Phillips, and Geoffrey Summerfield. John Clare in Context. Cambridge University Press, 1994. ISBN 0-521-44547-7.
- Moore, Alan, Voice of the Fire (Chapter 10 only), Great Britain: Victor Gollancz.
- Goodridge, John, and Kovesi, Simon eds., John Clare: New Approaches John Clare Society, 2000.
- Bate, Jonathan. John Clare. London: Picador, 2003.
- Sinclair, Iain. Edge of The Orison: In the Traces of John Clare's "Journey Out of Essex" Hamish Hamilton, 2005.
- MacKay, John. Inscription and Modernity: From Wordsworth to Mandelstam. Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 2006. ISBN 0-253-34749-1
- Powell, David, First Publications of John Clare’s Poems. John Clare Society of North America, 2009.
- Akroyd, Carry, 'Natures Powers & Spells': Landscape Change, John Clare and Me, Langford Press, 2009 ISBN 978-1-904078-35-7
- Allnatt, Judith, The Poet's Wife, Doubleday, 2010 (fiction) ISBN 0-385-61332-6
- Foulds, Adam. "The Quickening Maze", Penguin, 2010
- Moore, DC, Town (Play)
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