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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PILSGATE HILL
On this hill top Ill linger for awhile& count the trifles leisure loves to see
Tis always sweet some minutes to beguile
To see what pictures in the scene may be
That may delight—& picturesque to me
Is yonder sweeping bridge at distance seen
& yon rude brook that leads tot crooking free
At natures easy will thro meadows green
By old grey willows that to fancy lean
Oer their grey roots forever in decay
Yon hall how fine that glorious long has been
Gilt wi the spangles of declining day
That darkens as the suns beams leave the scene
Who like my sonnet slinks abrupt away
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