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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[Thy eye can witness more then others]
Thy eye can witness more then others
Thy feelings are thy own
& labours anguish & her sorrows
To thee has long been known
Luxurys wealth & pride uphold my [OMITTED]
Poor labours slav'd to dead
While they die gorg'd like beast in clover
We die for wants of bread
Thy feelings are thy own
& labours anguish & her sorrows
To thee has long been known
Luxurys wealth & pride uphold my [OMITTED]
Poor labours slav'd to dead
While they die gorg'd like beast in clover
We die for wants of bread
& what is worse—our little earnings
For which we toil & sweat
To uphold em [a]nd urge their coaches
They tax back half we get
We wear no rags but they ha part ont
They tax yer sho & shoetye
Yer barly bannock—theyle ha share
Like robber oer a booty
For which we toil & sweat
To uphold em [a]nd urge their coaches
They tax back half we get
We wear no rags but they ha part ont
They tax yer sho & shoetye
Yer barly bannock—theyle ha share
Like robber oer a booty
They run so eager arter wealth
Such upstarts & contrivers
Im made a very slave among em
Curst witling negroe drivers
Our p---s talk of hardships bless em
Well hells doom they unravel
But labour here in luxury proves
The devils very devil
Such upstarts & contrivers
Im made a very slave among em
Curst witling negroe drivers
Our p---s talk of hardships bless em
Well hells doom they unravel
But labour here in luxury proves
The devils very devil
& thou thought right their ans[we]rs matey
Tho plain to all thy kind
Thy feelings only coud disern it
Poor ignorance is blind
Im Labour friend & thats what I am
& that fat podgy knave
Is Luxury ye know 'nough on him
& I am Luxurys slave
Tho plain to all thy kind
Thy feelings only coud disern it
Poor ignorance is blind
Im Labour friend & thats what I am
& that fat podgy knave
Is Luxury ye know 'nough on him
& I am Luxurys slave
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