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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SECOND ADRESS TO THE ROSE BUD IN HUMBLE LIFE
Wild delight of fairest feature
Beautys topmost crowning gem
Negligence of carless nature
Left to deck a lowly stem
Left to every vice assailing
Vulgar tongues delight to tell
Left to blights so oft prevailing
Dangerd sweet I wish thee well
Beautys topmost crowning gem
Negligence of carless nature
Left to deck a lowly stem
Left to every vice assailing
Vulgar tongues delight to tell
Left to blights so oft prevailing
Dangerd sweet I wish thee well
Far be every evil from thee
Bud to blight or bloom decay
Still unborn the wretch to wrong thee
First beguile & then betray
Who so destitute of feeling
Woud thy innoscence beguile
Who so base to be a villian
Woud thy spotless sweets defile
Bud to blight or bloom decay
Still unborn the wretch to wrong thee
First beguile & then betray
Who so destitute of feeling
Woud thy innoscence beguile
Who so base to be a villian
Woud thy spotless sweets defile
Far may every sensless looby
Leave thy unprotected tree
As the swine admires the ruby
So the clown woud value thee
Soul of feeling warmly beating
Warmth that can of love impart
Shoudst thou such a one be meeting
Be thou gratfull to his heart
Leave thy unprotected tree
As the swine admires the ruby
So the clown woud value thee
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Warmth that can of love impart
Shoudst thou such a one be meeting
Be thou gratfull to his heart
Far be fates reverse to morrows
Bidding hopes to day decline
All lifes sweets without its sorrows
May they tender charm be thine
May the sun that opes thy blossom
Gilding sweet thy blushy flower
Set in smiles upon thy bosom
Neer to know a swaily hour
Bidding hopes to day decline
All lifes sweets without its sorrows
May they tender charm be thine
May the sun that opes thy blossom
Gilding sweet thy blushy flower
Set in smiles upon thy bosom
Neer to know a swaily hour
Long may live my artless beauty
Long thy sweetness I may tell
Tis thy poets humble duty
Thus to see & wish thee well
Tis thy poets latest blessing
When fates hazard race is run
That thy life no pains expressing
End as sweet as it begun
Long thy sweetness I may tell
Tis thy poets humble duty
Thus to see & wish thee well
Tis thy poets latest blessing
When fates hazard race is run
That thy life no pains expressing
End as sweet as it begun
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