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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[Turn again thou sweet beguiling]
Turn again thou sweet beguiling
Tho like summer suns they be
Painting shadows from thy smiling
While thy heart is false to me
Turn again & let me languish
If thy heart is falsly seen
In lovd scenes if death shoud ambush
Sure his weapons not so keen
Tho like summer suns they be
Painting shadows from thy smiling
While thy heart is false to me
Turn again & let me languish
If thy heart is falsly seen
In lovd scenes if death shoud ambush
Sure his weapons not so keen
Turn again & be't my duty
Thus to rob my soul of rest
If while feasting on thy beauty
Serpents wrankle to my breast
Turn again thou false aluring
Sweet the tale thy smilings tell
Sure in death theres small enduring
Killd by weapons lovd so well
Thus to rob my soul of rest
If while feasting on thy beauty
Serpents wrankle to my breast
Turn again thou false aluring
Sweet the tale thy smilings tell
Sure in death theres small enduring
Killd by weapons lovd so well
The early poems of John Clare | ||