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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TO A CITY GIRL
Sweet mary tho nor sighs nor pains
Impassiond suit does prove
My simple song the truth neer feigns
To court thee to my love
I ask thee from thy bustling life
Where nought can pleasing prove
From city noise & care & strife
O come & be my love
Impassiond suit does prove
My simple song the truth neer feigns
To court thee to my love
I ask thee from thy bustling life
Where nought can pleasing prove
From city noise & care & strife
O come & be my love
But if preferd the city noise
To country solitude
If all its revels are thy joys
Think not my offers rude
Think not I tempt thee as it where
Thy mirth to dissaprove
Or want to bind thee lonly here
But to my homly love
To country solitude
If all its revels are thy joys
Think not my offers rude
Think not I tempt thee as it where
Thy mirth to dissaprove
Or want to bind thee lonly here
But to my homly love
If harmless mirth delight thine eyes
Then make my cot thy home
The country bounds in rural joys
& wispers thee to come
Here fiddles urge thy nimble feet
Adown the dance to move
Here pleasures in continuance meet
O come & be my love
Then make my cot thy home
The country bounds in rural joys
& wispers thee to come
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Adown the dance to move
Here pleasures in continuance meet
O come & be my love
If musics charms that all delights
Have witcheries for thee
The country then my love invites
In echod melody
Here thrushes chant their m[a]drigalls
Here breaths the ringed dove
Soft as days closing murmur falls
O come & be my love
Have witcheries for thee
The country then my love invites
In echod melody
Here thrushes chant their m[a]drigalls
Here breaths the ringed dove
Soft as days closing murmur falls
O come & be my love
If natures prospects woods & vales
Thy visits can entice
The countrys scenes thy coming hails
To meet a paradise
Here pride can raise no barring wall
To hide the flower & grove
Here fields are gardens free for all
O come & be my love
Thy visits can entice
The countrys scenes thy coming hails
To meet a paradise
Here pride can raise no barring wall
To hide the flower & grove
Here fields are gardens free for all
O come & be my love
& music mirth & all combine
To make my cot thy home
To tempt thee mary to be mine
Then why delay to come
Here night birds sing my love to sleep
Here sweet thy dreams shall prove
Here in my arms shall mary creep
O come & be my love
To make my cot thy home
To tempt thee mary to be mine
Then why delay to come
Here night birds sing my love to sleep
Here sweet thy dreams shall prove
Here in my arms shall mary creep
O come & be my love
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