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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JENNY YOUNG
Ye muses in the green wood shene
That never dreampt of helcons spring
That never knew what parnuss means
Asist your humble bard to sing
In beautys aid my bosom warms
Tis beautys heir that begs the song
O lend your aid to sing the charms
That grace the name of Jenny Young
That never dreampt of helcons spring
That never knew what parnuss means
Asist your humble bard to sing
In beautys aid my bosom warms
Tis beautys heir that begs the song
O lend your aid to sing the charms
That grace the name of Jenny Young
Her eyes are like the spring so clear
Her face is fresher then the rose
& as its guarded by its briar
May virtue guard her from her foes
Her lips are like the autumn fruit
On the autumnal branches hung
Ye muse[s] tune my oaten lute
& let me sing of Jenny Young
Her face is fresher then the rose
& as its guarded by its briar
May virtue guard her from her foes
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On the autumnal branches hung
Ye muse[s] tune my oaten lute
& let me sing of Jenny Young
Ive saw the sun rise morning glow
Ive watchd the rose buds opening bloom
Ive markd the thorn trees purest snow
Mixt in the woodbines sweet perfume
Ive seen in red vermillion warm
The fruit on autumns tresses hung
But never did I see the charm
To please like those of Jenny Young
Ive watchd the rose buds opening bloom
Ive markd the thorn trees purest snow
Mixt in the woodbines sweet perfume
Ive seen in red vermillion warm
The fruit on autumns tresses hung
But never did I see the charm
To please like those of Jenny Young
Ive heard the linnet on the plains
Ive list the robins sweetest tune
Ive heard the wood larks sweetest strains
Hailing the full blown rose in June
The night birds song my ears have met
When woods in melody have rung
But never did I hear as yet
A voice to equal Jenny Young
Ive list the robins sweetest tune
Ive heard the wood larks sweetest strains
Hailing the full blown rose in June
The night birds song my ears have met
When woods in melody have rung
But never did I hear as yet
A voice to equal Jenny Young
Let soldiers wish for wars in vain
& parsons larger liveings pray
& farmers meet to raise their grain
& hope a brisker market day
Gi me my wish & I am blest
The pleasing subject of my song
To fate & chance Ill leave the rest
& fly to bliss & Jenny Young
& parsons larger liveings pray
& farmers meet to raise their grain
& hope a brisker market day
Gi me my wish & I am blest
The pleasing subject of my song
To fate & chance Ill leave the rest
& fly to bliss & Jenny Young
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