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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[When mountain billows roar amain]
When mountain billows roar amain
And death looks in each sailors eye
Vex'd Jemmy in oerpowring strain
‘Cries Susan tis for thee I die’
Mid swelling sighs
Still jumps and cries
‘Proud susan tis for thee I die’
And death looks in each sailors eye
Vex'd Jemmy in oerpowring strain
‘Cries Susan tis for thee I die’
Mid swelling sighs
Still jumps and cries
‘Proud susan tis for thee I die’
When lightning lacerates the cloud
And waves increasing foams more high
His rage more urgent calls aloud
‘Curs'd Susan tis for thee I die’
Hem'd in with waves
Still jumps and raves
‘Curs'd Susan tis for thee I die’
And waves increasing foams more high
His rage more urgent calls aloud
‘Curs'd Susan tis for thee I die’
Hem'd in with waves
Still jumps and raves
‘Curs'd Susan tis for thee I die’
But when the billows cease to rise
And when their former calmness give
Fond Jemmy soon recanting cries
‘Sweet Susan tis for thee I live’
In jovial flings
Still drinks and sings
‘Sweet Susan tis for thee I live’
And when their former calmness give
Fond Jemmy soon recanting cries
‘Sweet Susan tis for thee I live’
In jovial flings
Still drinks and sings
‘Sweet Susan tis for thee I live’
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