The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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 | The later poems of John Clare |  |
‘BEAUTY SO DIVINE’
I've seen the river flowing
Through banks of Verdant green
I've seen the cornfields growing
And happy have I been
But dress so neat and Maid so sweet
And beauty so divine
Beauty so rare and face so fair
There's nothing equals thine
Through banks of Verdant green
I've seen the cornfields growing
And happy have I been
But dress so neat and Maid so sweet
And beauty so divine
Beauty so rare and face so fair
There's nothing equals thine
Thou'rt sweeter than the river flowing
Fairer than blossoms by its side
Thou'rt dearer than green corn a growing
Will Mary be my bonny bride
Thy skin so white thy eye so bright
Thy ringlets how they shine
Venus may be as fair as thee
Theres nothing so divine
Fairer than blossoms by its side
Thou'rt dearer than green corn a growing
Will Mary be my bonny bride
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Thy ringlets how they shine
Venus may be as fair as thee
Theres nothing so divine
Thy hair like the dark river flowing
Thy face the brere rose by its side
Thy love as dear as corn a growing
Sweet Mary be my bonny bride
In these green meads and flags and reeds
Thy lovely face would seem divine
Beauty may rove the willow grove
But nothing equals thine
Thy face the brere rose by its side
Thy love as dear as corn a growing
Sweet Mary be my bonny bride
In these green meads and flags and reeds
Thy lovely face would seem divine
Beauty may rove the willow grove
But nothing equals thine
| The later poems of John Clare | |