Poems By John Clare
Poems By John Clare
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The hawthorns here were hung with may But still they seem in deader green.
The sun e^en seems to loose its way Nor knows the quarter it is in.
I dwell in trifles like a child, I feel as ill becomes a man.
And still my thoughts like weedlings wild Grow up to blossom where they can.
They turn to places known so long I feel that joy was dwelling there.
So homebred pleasure fills the song That has no present joys to hear.
I read in books for happiness.
But books mistake the way to joy.
They change ...as well: give age the glass To hunt its visage when a iSy.
For books they follow fashions new And throw all old esteems away.
In crowded streets flowers never grew.
But many there hath died away.
Some sing the pomps of chivaby As legends of tne ancient time.
Where gold and pearls and mystery Are shadows painted for sublime; But passions of sublimity Belong to plain and simpler things.
And David underneath a tree Sought when a shepherd Salem's springs.
Digitized by VjOOQIC 120 THE FLITTING Where moss did into cushions spring, Forming a seat of velvet hue, A smaU unnoticed trifling thing To all but heaven^s daily dew.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
The hawthorns here were hung with may But still they seem in deader green.
The sun e^en seems to loose its way Nor knows the quarter it is in.
I dwell in trifles like a child, I feel as ill becomes a man.
And still my thoughts like weedlings wild Grow up to blossom where they can.
They turn to places known so long I feel that joy was dwelling there.
So homebred pleasure fills the song That has no present joys to hear.
I read in books for happiness.
But books mistake the way to joy.
They change ...as well: give age the glass To hunt its visage when a iSy.
For books they follow fashions new And throw all old esteems away.
In crowded streets flowers never grew.
But many there hath died away.
Some sing the pomps of chivaby As legends of tne ancient time.
Where gold and pearls and mystery Are shadows painted for sublime; But passions of sublimity Belong to plain and simpler things.
And David underneath a tree Sought when a shepherd Salem's springs.
Digitized by VjOOQIC 120 THE FLITTING Where moss did into cushions spring, Forming a seat of velvet hue, A smaU unnoticed trifling thing To all but heaven^s daily dew.
What to read after Poems By John Clare?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Clare John to read onlineMoreLess
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