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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TO JANE --- OF --- IN THE MANNER O' BURNS
O with thy looks & feeling heart
I am so highly tain
That well or ill I must impart
My love to bonny Jane
Tho words pretend to tell my love
But weakly they explain
What if I had a chance to prove
I'd do for thee my Jane
I am so highly tain
That well or ill I must impart
My love to bonny Jane
Tho words pretend to tell my love
But weakly they explain
What if I had a chance to prove
I'd do for thee my Jane
In all that Language can declare
In every joy and pain
To please to comfort or to share
I'd do it for my Jane
The dangers were more dangers shine
My help should near detain
Well pleas'd to risk my life for thine
I'd fly to save my Jane
In every joy and pain
To please to comfort or to share
I'd do it for my Jane
The dangers were more dangers shine
My help should near detain
Well pleas'd to risk my life for thine
I'd fly to save my Jane
If winters cold & driving snows
Thy tender breast shou'd pain
I'd naked go wi'out my cloa'hs
To shelter the[e] my Jane
And if Misfortunes storms o' care
More apt should gie thee pain
Tho' griev'd I'd even joy to share
The sorrows o' my Jane
Thy tender breast shou'd pain
I'd naked go wi'out my cloa'hs
To shelter the[e] my Jane
And if Misfortunes storms o' care
More apt should gie thee pain
Tho' griev'd I'd even joy to share
The sorrows o' my Jane
O if I had a world in worth
I shou'd be rich in vain
Without the richest gem on Earth
My sweet unrival'd Jane
The barest Desart I could rove
Which Grasses e'en disdain
More then a Paradise wou'd prove
With thee my Charming Jane
I shou'd be rich in vain
Without the richest gem on Earth
My sweet unrival'd Jane
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Which Grasses e'en disdain
More then a Paradise wou'd prove
With thee my Charming Jane
O wer' I highest o' renown
As King o' Kings to reign
The topmost honour o' my crown
Should be unrival'd Jane
An' if i' prides rebelling eye
My choise should prove a stain
I'd instant lay my King-ship by
To equal lowley Jane
As King o' Kings to reign
The topmost honour o' my crown
Should be unrival'd Jane
An' if i' prides rebelling eye
My choise should prove a stain
I'd instant lay my King-ship by
To equal lowley Jane
And o more dear then Crowns to me
Cou'd I that honour gain
What I so daily wish to be
A Part'ner o' my Jane
To doat for ever on her charms
And night and day detain
The sweetest Angel in my arms
My bonny charming Jane
Cou'd I that honour gain
What I so daily wish to be
A Part'ner o' my Jane
To doat for ever on her charms
And night and day detain
The sweetest Angel in my arms
My bonny charming Jane
And O I'd live and love so true
And would so true remain
That death it self should not subdue
My Love for Charming Jane
And tho ere Death could us remove
Her sighs might cause a pain
Yet mine the sweetest Death would prove
To think I dy'd wi' Jane
And would so true remain
That death it self should not subdue
My Love for Charming Jane
And tho ere Death could us remove
Her sighs might cause a pain
Yet mine the sweetest Death would prove
To think I dy'd wi' Jane
Then O my Charmer now be kind
To thy adoreing swain
Nor let me to my sorrow find
Ill nature in my Jane
On you and you alone depends
My Endless Joy or pain
Tis truth the lovers heart befriends
O hear me Gentle Jane
To thy adoreing swain
Nor let me to my sorrow find
Ill nature in my Jane
On you and you alone depends
My Endless Joy or pain
Tis truth the lovers heart befriends
O hear me Gentle Jane
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