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John Clare
1793 - 1864
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'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring
'T is Spring, my love, 'tis Spring, / And the birds begin to sing: / If 'twas Winter, left alone with you,
A Copse In Winter
Shades though you're leafless, save the bramble-spear / Whose weather-beaten leaves, of purple stain, / In hardy stubbornness cling all the year
A Lair At Noon
The hawthorn gently stopt the sun, beneath, / The ash above its quiv'ring shadows spread, / And downy bents, that to the air did wreathe,
A Look At The Heavens
O who can witness with a careless eye / The countless lamps that light an evening sky, / And not be struck with wonder at the sight!
A Lover's Vows
Scenes of love and days of pleasure, / I must leave them all, lassie. / Scenes of love and hours of leisure,
A Pastoral
Surely Lucy love returns, / Though her meaning's not reveal'd; / Surely love her bosom burns,
A Sigh
Again freckled cowslips are gilding the plain, / And crow-flowers yellow again o'er the lea, / Again the speck'd throstle comes in with her strain,
A Sigh, In A Play-Ground
O happy spot! how much the sight of thee / Wakes the endearments of my infancy: / The very trees, through which the wild-winds sigh,
A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts
A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts / In a huge cloud of mountain hue / The sun sets dark nor shudders through
A World For Love
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care; / Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair; / Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,
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