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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BOYISH DAYS
Ye friends & joys of youth how fled
Sin boyish day was oer
I manhoods race all widely spread
To meet as boys no more
Alas it rose a gloomy day
That christnd us men
That snatchd us prisners from our play
To never play agen
Sin boyish day was oer
I manhoods race all widely spread
To meet as boys no more
Alas it rose a gloomy day
That christnd us men
That snatchd us prisners from our play
To never play agen
Farwell ye scenes of banishd youth
Milkwarm in memorys eye
That day disclosd a woeful truth
That wisperd ye were bye
& vain the dreams of fancys sleep
Woud one pure joy retain
Sad manhoods woes have rund so deep
They'll nought wash out the stain
Milkwarm in memorys eye
That day disclosd a woeful truth
That wisperd ye were bye
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Woud one pure joy retain
Sad manhoods woes have rund so deep
They'll nought wash out the stain
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