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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[A beautiful flower that bedeckt a mean pasture]
A beautiful flower that bedeckt a mean pasture
In virgin perfection I found
Its fair bloom stood naked to e'ery disaster
& deep the storm gatherd around
The rose in the midst of its brambles is blooming
Whose weapons intruders alarm
But sweetest of blossoms fond fair & weak woman
Owns nothing to guard her from harm
In virgin perfection I found
Its fair bloom stood naked to e'ery disaster
& deep the storm gatherd around
The rose in the midst of its brambles is blooming
Whose weapons intruders alarm
But sweetest of blossoms fond fair & weak woman
Owns nothing to guard her from harm
Each stranger seemd struck wi a blossom so lovly
In such a lone valey that grew
The clowns admiration did look on it roughly
While its blushing leaves shrunk from his view
O sweet was the eve when I found the fair blossom
Sure never seemd blossom so fair
I instant transplanted its charms to my bosom
& deep has the root gatherd there
In such a lone valey that grew
The clowns admiration did look on it roughly
While its blushing leaves shrunk from his view
O sweet was the eve when I found the fair blossom
Sure never seemd blossom so fair
I instant transplanted its charms to my bosom
& deep has the root gatherd there
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