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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[& wheres there a scene more delightfully seeming]
& wheres there a scene more delightfully seeming
To eyes like to mine that is blinded wi love
Then yon setting sun on the steeple point gleaming
& blue mist deep tinging the edge of the grove
Nigh comes the hour that is anxiously waited
Sweet the sensations that glow in the mind
When blisses of love are by fancy elated
As I steal in silence my mary to find
To eyes like to mine that is blinded wi love
Then yon setting sun on the steeple point gleaming
& blue mist deep tinging the edge of the grove
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Sweet the sensations that glow in the mind
When blisses of love are by fancy elated
As I steal in silence my mary to find
Mary thy worth & thy goodness Ive tryd it
& if a beauty more fairer may be
If the bare world owns a blessing beside it
Who will & welcome may take it for me
Hopes flye to thee & there finish their travels
Wishes look on thee & there they are crownd
All that I hope for thy beautys unravels
All that I wish on thy bosom is found
& if a beauty more fairer may be
If the bare world owns a blessing beside it
Who will & welcome may take it for me
Hopes flye to thee & there finish their travels
Wishes look on thee & there they are crownd
All that I hope for thy beautys unravels
All that I wish on thy bosom is found
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