 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
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VASCO NUNEZ ON HIS ENEMIES
AFTER READING WASHINGTON IRVINGS LIVES OF THE EARLY NAVIGATORS
A cloud is cast about me & the spellOf evil tongues gloom round me like a hell
& shall their falshoods triumph & shall I
See fames sun wither in its summer sky
If so so be it—the eternal doom
of wrath & vengance on my side shall come
& for the truths compared to lies though few
Fate give them credit—hell should have its due
& for their lies in numberless array
That eat the heart hopes of my fame away
Time curse them with the curses of thy powers
Till pains eternitys grow out of hours
& hell itself in anguish so untried
Cries out time spare them—hell is satisfied
Yet spare their memories like a thunder sky
Wrap them in living flames & never let them die
| John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion | |