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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[My first love was sweet as the musk rose or nearly]
My first love was sweet as the musk rose or nearly
Her eyes were as bright as the skyes azure blue
My first love had charms which I valued more dearly
Her heart beat wi virtue now known but to few
How sweet was her look when I first did behold her
She bowd like the liley surcharged wi rain
She blushd ah & sighd when my love tale I told her
& feign had resisted the kisses I taen
Her eyes were as bright as the skyes azure blue
My first love had charms which I valued more dearly
Her heart beat wi virtue now known but to few
How sweet was her look when I first did behold her
She bowd like the liley surcharged wi rain
She blushd ah & sighd when my love tale I told her
& feign had resisted the kisses I taen
& when she thought true all the warmness I told her
In sweetest embraces as chaste as the dove
Like bowing ripe rose bud she hung oer my shoulder
& breathd out her soul in the sweetness of love
She sighd & woud tremble in doubts of being cheated
& artless confessions of[t] told em to me
But its no use repeating what'll neer be repeated
Ive felt the hours anguish that parted wi' thee
In sweetest embraces as chaste as the dove
Like bowing ripe rose bud she hung oer my shoulder
& breathd out her soul in the sweetness of love
She sighd & woud tremble in doubts of being cheated
& artless confessions of[t] told em to me
But its no use repeating what'll neer be repeated
Ive felt the hours anguish that parted wi' thee
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