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I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
John Clare
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John Clare
Age: 70 †
Born: 1793
Born: July 13
Died: 1864
Died: May 20
Farmworker
Naturalist
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Northamptonshire Peasant Poet
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If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.
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I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
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The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud With white neck peering to the evening clowd. The weary rooks to distant woods are gone. With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow While small birds nestle in the edge below.
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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 and death's oblivion lost And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.
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I long for scenes where man has never trod... There to abide with my Creator, God.
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Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
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Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
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The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.
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Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—Remember me!
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Throw not my words away, as many doThey're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.
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For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.
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My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
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And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run
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I am the self-consumer of my woes.
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When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair
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Still, I have been no one's enemy but my own. My easy nature, either in drinking or anything else, was always ready to submit to persuasions of profligate companions, who often led me into snares.
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Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
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I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly I hid my life to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place Where'er I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
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While snow the window-panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim, The flowering ale is set to warm Mirth, full of joy as summer bees, Sits there, its pleasures to impart, And children, 'tween their parent's knees, Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
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I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.
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