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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JEWEL OF ALL
Ye gay blinking daiseys a blooming so sweetly
Ye hedges high honourd in shielding the rose
That smiles on each gazer a beauty compleatly
Gay thorns purest blossoms ye summer of snows
To say ye warnt fair woud exceedingly wrong ye
Tho your feignd competitions for rival are small
Since a gay rival blossom is blooming among ye
That blossoms among ye the jewel of all
Ye hedges high honourd in shielding the rose
That smiles on each gazer a beauty compleatly
Gay thorns purest blossoms ye summer of snows
To say ye warnt fair woud exceedingly wrong ye
Tho your feignd competitions for rival are small
Since a gay rival blossom is blooming among ye
That blossoms among ye the jewel of all
Its charms first recievd the salute of the morning
& beauties first kiss was imprinted wi dew
Perfections first smile at the instant adorning
When melting in blushes it fell in my view
Rich the first charm of the unfolding blossom
Tho outwardly fading the values but small
As the virgins first love throbbing sweet thro her bosom
The sweets of this blosoms the jewel of all
& beauties first kiss was imprinted wi dew
Perfections first smile at the instant adorning
When melting in blushes it fell in my view
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Tho outwardly fading the values but small
As the virgins first love throbbing sweet thro her bosom
The sweets of this blosoms the jewel of all
& trembling in rapture around the fair blossom
The love smitten breezes did wantonly dye
& tho I gazd carless a wish from my bosom
To be its possesor escapd in a sigh
O the thrill of that moment no words can be naming
Which sweet recollection will ever recall
When I stretchd out my hand to embrace it exclaiming
Of all that Ive seen thourt the jewel of all
The love smitten breezes did wantonly dye
& tho I gazd carless a wish from my bosom
To be its possesor escapd in a sigh
O the thrill of that moment no words can be naming
Which sweet recollection will ever recall
When I stretchd out my hand to embrace it exclaiming
Of all that Ive seen thourt the jewel of all
So sweet & so simple so artlessly blooming
The charms of simplicity all must aprove
So homly in cloathing to pride unasuming
Was I born wi out feeling twoud warm me to love
To say that I pluckt it let that be for granted
Its charms I adore tho in value but small
Wi in my hearts garden the blushing gems planted
To bloom in its station the jewel of all
The charms of simplicity all must aprove
So homly in cloathing to pride unasuming
Was I born wi out feeling twoud warm me to love
To say that I pluckt it let that be for granted
Its charms I adore tho in value but small
Wi in my hearts garden the blushing gems planted
To bloom in its station the jewel of all
& still be thou blooming the rival around thee
Thy virgin sweets scent the soft wings of the gale
My bosoms thy shelter no mortal shall wound thee
Thou queen of my heart & the pride of the vale
O dear is that face natures so richly painted
Tho the outside appearence of beautys but small
When compard to that gem which deciet never tainted
That heart undefileds' the jewel of all
Thy virgin sweets scent the soft wings of the gale
My bosoms thy shelter no mortal shall wound thee
Thou queen of my heart & the pride of the vale
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Tho the outside appearence of beautys but small
When compard to that gem which deciet never tainted
That heart undefileds' the jewel of all
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