The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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AN IMITATION OF BURNS
While Birdies wi their notes so sweet
Compeat for rival in their sang
Moping I gang wi weary feet
The dreary fields & wads amang
O dreary fields are they to me
Sin she wha weel my heart esteems
Is absent all the live lang dee
An ony present in my dreams
Compeat for rival in their sang
Moping I gang wi weary feet
The dreary fields & wads amang
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Sin she wha weel my heart esteems
Is absent all the live lang dee
An ony present in my dreams
O Fortun wiltu still unkind
Doom me to live & languish here
Say yif I war to spak my mind
Wad she be kind enou to hear
Or wad she treat me in disdain
And leave me still to pine & sigh
Ah me I see my fate too plain
I loo in fear and dare no try
Doom me to live & languish here
Say yif I war to spak my mind
Wad she be kind enou to hear
Or wad she treat me in disdain
And leave me still to pine & sigh
Ah me I see my fate too plain
I loo in fear and dare no try
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