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John Clare (1793 – 1864)

English poet, commonly known as "the Northamptonshire Peasant Poet".
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John Clare
I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love 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 eer I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good bye.
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O how I feel, just as I pluck the flower
And stick it to my breast words can't reveal;
But there are souls that in this lovely hour
Know all I mean, and feel whate'er I feel.
Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

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When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?
No, rather smile away despair;
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And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
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The ivyed oaks dark shadow falls
Oft picking up with wondering gaze
Some little thing of other days
Saved from the wreck of time.
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To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,
And empty shadow of what is to be;
Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,
And ends but only when our being ends.
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And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
This world has suns, but they are overcast;
This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom;
Life still expects, and empty falls at last;
Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.
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I hid my love in field and town
Till een the breeze would knock me down,
The bees seemed singing ballads oer,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.
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