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 LORD RADSTOCK
Tis sweet to reccolect lifes past controuls
& turn to days of sorrow when theyre bye
& think of gentle friends & feeling souls
That offerd shelter when the storm was high
& turn to days of sorrow when theyre bye
& think of gentle friends & feeling souls
That offerd shelter when the storm was high
It thrills ones heart as mariners have turnd
When scapd from shipwreck & the billows roar
To look on fragments that the tempest spurnd
On which he clung & struggld to the shore
When scapd from shipwreck & the billows roar
To look on fragments that the tempest spurnd
On which he clung & struggld to the shore
Ah sweet it is to turn & hour by hour
Reflection muses on the good & great
That lent a portion of their wealth & power
& savd a wormling from destructions fate
Reflection muses on the good & great
That lent a portion of their wealth & power
& savd a wormling from destructions fate
So to the patron of her first essays
The rural muse O' Radstock turns her eye
Not wi the fulsome noise of fawning praise
But souls deep gushings in a silent sigh
The rural muse O' Radstock turns her eye
Not wi the fulsome noise of fawning praise
But souls deep gushings in a silent sigh
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As when the drooping flower pent deep in shade
Should ere a sunbeam to its lot be given
Perks up in hopful bloom its feeble head
& seemly offers silent thanks to heaven
Should ere a sunbeam to its lot be given
Perks up in hopful bloom its feeble head
& seemly offers silent thanks to heaven
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