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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[If beauty be fading it charmeth the heart]
If beauty be fading it charmeth the heart
If beauty be worthless tis what we adore
The mind may be vallued but cannot impart
The sweets of an eye or a lip unto love
Give me the sweets of a lip to commend
Give me the glance of an eye to aprove
Let what will of evil their bosoms atend
I cannot resist the sweet passion of love
If beauty be worthless tis what we adore
The mind may be vallued but cannot impart
The sweets of an eye or a lip unto love
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Give me the glance of an eye to aprove
Let what will of evil their bosoms atend
I cannot resist the sweet passion of love
Ah slander long raild at the rosey facd jem
That chance in my rambles delightedly found
Its weakness long trembld to hear em condemn
& great the emotions that wrankld the wound
But still from her lip & her cheek & her eye
Coud trifles like these bid my passions decline
When I saw the tear start & I heard the deep sigh
Ah I vowd (& who woudnt) ‘none else shoud be mine’
That chance in my rambles delightedly found
Its weakness long trembld to hear em condemn
& great the emotions that wrankld the wound
But still from her lip & her cheek & her eye
Coud trifles like these bid my passions decline
When I saw the tear start & I heard the deep sigh
Ah I vowd (& who woudnt) ‘none else shoud be mine’
| The early poems of John Clare | |