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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[Sweet blossoms of lifes happy spring]
Sweet blossoms of lifes happy spring
& childhoods sunny day
How blest had life no change to bring
To mar your joyous play
With you the past hath nought of pain
The future nothing seems
But play & sleep & play again
A change of happy dreams
& childhoods sunny day
How blest had life no change to bring
To mar your joyous play
With you the past hath nought of pain
The future nothing seems
But play & sleep & play again
A change of happy dreams
Sweet blossoms may my hopes be true
& more then visions be
That pictures better luck to you
Then ere befell to me
Lifes fears & heart destroying cares
Mildews of heedless hours
The gilded baits in follys snares
Like cankers eating flowers
& more then visions be
That pictures better luck to you
Then ere befell to me
Lifes fears & heart destroying cares
Mildews of heedless hours
The gilded baits in follys snares
Like cankers eating flowers
False friends false loves that thickly starts
Like thistles all around
In the worlds way were truest hearts
Receve the deepest wound
My timid cautious wary feet
Be near that dangerous step
To hesitate with counsel sweet
To look before ye leap
Like thistles all around
In the worlds way were truest hearts
Receve the deepest wound
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Be near that dangerous step
To hesitate with counsel sweet
To look before ye leap
My blossoms when with reasons thought
Ye read this truth too true
Let my experience dearly bought
Be cheap advice to you
Then will ye miss what I have won
Cares that all life destroys
& meet what folly bade me shun
Lifes best of shameless joys
Ye read this truth too true
Let my experience dearly bought
Be cheap advice to you
Then will ye miss what I have won
Cares that all life destroys
& meet what folly bade me shun
Lifes best of shameless joys
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