Charles Jeremiah Wells

thy roses came to me, My sense with their deliciousness was spelled; Soft voices had they, that, with tender plea, Whisper'd of peace and truth and friendliness unquelled.

Wells was now practising as a solicitor in London, but he thought that his health was failing and proceeded to South Wales, where he occupied himself with shooting, fishing and writing poetry until 1835, when he relocated to Broxbourne in Hertfordshire.

Wells stated in a letter to Horne (November 1877) that he had composed eight or ten volumes of poetry during his life, but that, having failed to find a publisher for any of them, he burned the manuscripts at his wife's death.

The only work he had retained was a revised form of Joseph and his Brethren, which was praised in 1838 by the author Thomas Wade, and again by Horne, in his New Spirit of the Age, in 1844.

[4] Swinburne said that there are lines in Wells "which might more naturally be mistaken, even by an expert, for the work of the young Shakespeare, than any to be gathered elsewhere in the fields of English poetry".