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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[As lingers winter oer the forward spring]
As lingers winter oer the forward spring
To blight the blooms each budding shoot had made
So death did hover his frost nipping wing
To blast the hopes his early youth displayd
To blight the blooms each budding shoot had made
So death did hover his frost nipping wing
To blast the hopes his early youth displayd
The youth whose worth twoud be but Vain to praise
Which once hopes sunbeams smiled sweetly on
The dear companion of my early days
To you I prizd & all I prizd is gone
Which once hopes sunbeams smiled sweetly on
The dear companion of my early days
To you I prizd & all I prizd is gone
How oft the fields together have we tracd
How often searchd the briary woods among
& up & down each edgerow have we pacd
Fancying a nest where every bird has sung
How often searchd the briary woods among
& up & down each edgerow have we pacd
Fancying a nest where every bird has sung
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O that sweet peace we once together knew
Unmindful of change while pleasures reignd
Which memorys sighs so oft returns to view
Which sorrows tongue so often has explaind
Unmindful of change while pleasures reignd
Which memorys sighs so oft returns to view
Which sorrows tongue so often has explaind
When freed from school we passd the summer hour
& carless wanderd many a mile from home
Stretchd by a brook or pausing oer a flower
We talkd in rapture oer our joys to come
& carless wanderd many a mile from home
Stretchd by a brook or pausing oer a flower
We talkd in rapture oer our joys to come
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