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Sept. 6 th, 1822, looking S.E. — 12 to 1 o’clock, fresh and bright, between showers — much the look of rain all the morning, but very fine and grand all the afternoon and evening.
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Inscription a the back of a cloud study (6 September 1822), as quoted in Leslie Parris and Ian Fleming-Williams, Constable (Tate Gallery Publications, London, 1993), p. 233

 

John Constable

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Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
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