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First Love (by John Clare)
John Clare(1793–1864) First Love I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as...
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I Am
John Clare(1793-1864) I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love...
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A World For Love
John Clare(1793–1864) 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...
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Summer
John Clare(1793–1864) Summer Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,...
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Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter
John Clare(1793–1864) Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter I love to see the old heath’s withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and...
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