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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[& let pity find an odd penny good neeghbours]
& let pity find an odd penny good neeghbours
To the life ebbing wreck & grey age & deep scars
My bow back is warpd wi excess of hard labours
My arms left behind me in hot bloody wars
& dont seek to question the fadings of glory
Why home wife & childern grew irksome to me
Theres no blush of shame that woud tarnish my story
Twas hopes better prospects warmd me for the sea
To the life ebbing wreck & grey age & deep scars
My bow back is warpd wi excess of hard labours
My arms left behind me in hot bloody wars
& dont seek to question the fadings of glory
Why home wife & childern grew irksome to me
Theres no blush of shame that woud tarnish my story
Twas hopes better prospects warmd me for the sea
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In vain wife & childern the yarn weel was thruming
I staid till I saw em all ready to dye
My wife buryd sighs in the hollow wheels huming
& wetted the thread wi the tear from her eye
I went wi good purpose from sorrows so urgent
& sought for good luck that was never to be
I first servd a kings ship but lastly a merchant
So prizes & pensions is nothing to me
I staid till I saw em all ready to dye
My wife buryd sighs in the hollow wheels huming
& wetted the thread wi the tear from her eye
I went wi good purpose from sorrows so urgent
& sought for good luck that was never to be
I first servd a kings ship but lastly a merchant
So prizes & pensions is nothing to me
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