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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[Emma leave the dinsome city]
Emma leave the dinsome city
Where the coaches bustle down
Where trade yells its daily ditty
Wend wi me to country town
From the noise that taste abuses
Bid a summer days adieu
Where thro moss the fountain oozes
Sit wi me & nature view
Where the coaches bustle down
Where trade yells its daily ditty
Wend wi me to country town
From the noise that taste abuses
Bid a summer days adieu
Where thro moss the fountain oozes
Sit wi me & nature view
Song of birds & clowns at labour
Where theyre all the noises made
Where sweet bends the rosey arbour
Oer its silence & its shade
While the bubbles breezes meeting
From the spring head float & flee
Warning us that pleasures fleeting
Emma share the hour wi me
Where theyre all the noises made
Where sweet bends the rosey arbour
Oer its silence & its shade
While the bubbles breezes meeting
From the spring head float & flee
Warning us that pleasures fleeting
Emma share the hour wi me
There well walk the meadows gaily
Marking scenes that please the eye
& as sunbeams waxeth paley
Ah—well greet 'em with a sigh
There well wander flowers to gather
Clover bottles on the lea
Emma now tis summer weather
Natures beautys trace wi me
Marking scenes that please the eye
& as sunbeams waxeth paley
Ah—well greet 'em with a sigh
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Clover bottles on the lea
Emma now tis summer weather
Natures beautys trace wi me
& as even dulling dreary
Chills her moister on the flower
Parting us before were weary
Emma—thens the gloomy hour
—Fare thee well & at thy leisure
Gen while noise environs thee
Think when ye, in guiless pleasure
Spent a summers day wi me
Chills her moister on the flower
Parting us before were weary
Emma—thens the gloomy hour
—Fare thee well & at thy leisure
Gen while noise environs thee
Think when ye, in guiless pleasure
Spent a summers day wi me
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