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 beauties of Myra in it[s] lustre now dawning]
The beauties of Myra in it[s] lustre now dawning
As the spring is first seen to disclose
When the dew drop[p]ing silver of mays infant morning
Unfoldeth the blush of the Rose
As the spring is first seen to disclose
When the dew drop[p]ing silver of mays infant morning
Unfoldeth the blush of the Rose
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While her charms O as varied as summers profusion
& Ripe as the autumn for love
In her blue Eyes sweet beaming the thrilling confusion
Near failing each bosom to move
& Ripe as the autumn for love
In her blue Eyes sweet beaming the thrilling confusion
Near failing each bosom to move
While the snows of the Winter improvd on her bosom
No need of a Rival be told
—& O my sad pains—when I went to disclosem
I found it as killing & cold
No need of a Rival be told
—& O my sad pains—when I went to disclosem
I found it as killing & cold
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