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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[I urge no muse new terrors to impart]
I urge no muse new terrors to impart
To load the tender soul with fancyd fears
To blight the feelings of the mild of heart
& force from eyes a mockerey of tears—
Few conjuring fancys in my theme appears
The trials [that] life & nature undergo
Two tender lovers born to clouded years
Hopes nipt in stones that closd oer days below
Makes up this tender tale of unpretending woe
To load the tender soul with fancyd fears
To blight the feelings of the mild of heart
& force from eyes a mockerey of tears—
Few conjuring fancys in my theme appears
The trials [that] life & nature undergo
Two tender lovers born to clouded years
Hopes nipt in stones that closd oer days below
Makes up this tender tale of unpretending woe
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I draw no pictures of imagind strife
Fancys deep plots & terrors here are few
This simple story on the map of life
Who ever cons that motley page may view
& find those simple tales alas too true
Tho high raisd souls may scorn so mean a lay
Who from romances all their pity drew
Yet are there tender maids as fair as they
Shall read this tale in tears & pitys tribute pay
Fancys deep plots & terrors here are few
This simple story on the map of life
Who ever cons that motley page may view
& find those simple tales alas too true
Tho high raisd souls may scorn so mean a lay
Who from romances all their pity drew
Yet are there tender maids as fair as they
Shall read this tale in tears & pitys tribute pay
Love is immortal tho its partner hope
Leads it to future worlds & dissapears
Yet shall not love from faithful souls elope
Or be forgotten in the lapse of years
Then be thou faithful & dry up thy tears
Cease those heart breaking sighs & be thou blest
God is thy friend o dissapate thy fears
Father of all the tenderest the best
We both in heaven shall meet & love & be at rest
Leads it to future worlds & dissapears
Yet shall not love from faithful souls elope
Or be forgotten in the lapse of years
Then be thou faithful & dry up thy tears
Cease those heart breaking sighs & be thou blest
God is thy friend o dissapate thy fears
Father of all the tenderest the best
We both in heaven shall meet & love & be at rest
| The early poems of John Clare | |