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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[The dareing Bird that hardly shuns]
The dareing Bird that hardly shuns
The Fowlers open Net
That even dares the Pointed Guns
And flies in Safety Yet
The Fowlers open Net
That even dares the Pointed Guns
And flies in Safety Yet
And tho he's mist by every Gun
And Every net that's cast
H[e] falls by Poltry Hawks when done
Most scandelous at last
And Every net that's cast
H[e] falls by Poltry Hawks when done
Most scandelous at last
To such a Birds may be compar'd
Poor lost Clarinda's fate
And O how poor Clarinda's far'd
It grieves me to relate
Poor lost Clarinda's fate
And O how poor Clarinda's far'd
It grieves me to relate
| The early poems of John Clare | |