tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76159862024-03-19T07:04:59.873+00:00John Clare WeblogFrom Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, prose and letters about love, sex, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his 'madness', his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, past President of the Clare Society, saw Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice".
Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1607125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-54108386598384379712024-03-19T07:03:00.003+00:002024-03-19T07:04:25.879+00:00Wherever I be<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbI-TVbsRB08anEQB4VCbTKUz0aBA5RRp7TeqfZfjb9qSjUBEmSkQIJT7kuYBsgBjyOpn3G3XfjuPYVKGD6M6TulKXcioHqvqD3wCy2-sgtY9TsF3PvmBvZgIIwlKynEWRp8vYRy_WGhlkFh4d6PAXeZiE4nwnnO4GqaQHqdwo7GsUpSUglxV/s1967/IMG_2454.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="1967" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbI-TVbsRB08anEQB4VCbTKUz0aBA5RRp7TeqfZfjb9qSjUBEmSkQIJT7kuYBsgBjyOpn3G3XfjuPYVKGD6M6TulKXcioHqvqD3wCy2-sgtY9TsF3PvmBvZgIIwlKynEWRp8vYRy_WGhlkFh4d6PAXeZiE4nwnnO4GqaQHqdwo7GsUpSUglxV/w400-h268/IMG_2454.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />How could I how should I — that loved her so early</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Forget when I've sung of her beauty in song</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">How could I forget what I've worshiped so dearly</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">From boyhood to manhood and all my life long</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">As leaves to the branches in summer comes daily</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& blossoms will bloom on the stalk & the tree</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">To her beauty I'll cling & i'll love her as truly</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& think of sweet Mary wherever I be</span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOlHZtAideGpTDc3M0Ftr8MGxeUDHw4w66tudL-1H7zCuTi1f1KIVFeFiwDp2bGmMekRA-upUsGe3gHmEqUVaN8p9tNoZb0h0_V7EU_waRQIHx-PCA6-WC2Xo_yhQNyUEeNSXTagCjUeAp0lAbeqA7LHlKphu-dq_r5yy5sbX_729hckNbMqy/s1789/IMG_2453.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1789" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOlHZtAideGpTDc3M0Ftr8MGxeUDHw4w66tudL-1H7zCuTi1f1KIVFeFiwDp2bGmMekRA-upUsGe3gHmEqUVaN8p9tNoZb0h0_V7EU_waRQIHx-PCA6-WC2Xo_yhQNyUEeNSXTagCjUeAp0lAbeqA7LHlKphu-dq_r5yy5sbX_729hckNbMqy/w400-h300/IMG_2453.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The floods come o’er the meadow leas<span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The dykes are full & brimming<br />Field furrows reach the horses knees<br />Where wild ducks oft are swimming<br />The skies are black the fields are bare<br />The trees their coats are loosing<br />The leaves are dancing in the air<br />The sun its warmth refusing</span></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CoKWC2Z5VR5S7EwfQsTSkKonrn7MYVzC643ANFZXGxHNGEy2_XpXANM_LDw6V4DJHo1NKeLRbfT30S3CRTP0pmMB3Z-mlVg86S7yQHX5r5GSso5OXG-3_0pjfy-lIemnnkwd2VWOehhZMD-iNo2PW5ZjtJXbV2a8QvkwmF_VmRwqgQ6l3vTt/s1603/IMG_2451.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1603" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CoKWC2Z5VR5S7EwfQsTSkKonrn7MYVzC643ANFZXGxHNGEy2_XpXANM_LDw6V4DJHo1NKeLRbfT30S3CRTP0pmMB3Z-mlVg86S7yQHX5r5GSso5OXG-3_0pjfy-lIemnnkwd2VWOehhZMD-iNo2PW5ZjtJXbV2a8QvkwmF_VmRwqgQ6l3vTt/w400-h323/IMG_2451.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The rich brown-umber hue the oaks unfold </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When springs young sunshine bathes their trunks in gold </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So rich so beautiful so past the power </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of words to paint—my heart aches for the dower </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pencil gives to soften & infuse </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This brown luxuriance of unfolding hues </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This living luscious tinting woodlands give </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Into a landscape that might breath & live</span></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxsnKfeK9GxaMF-iZ7ca9LTFa3bXPA4kHeveExDrEKUCyfGothWN38fg5KnDJnP4LjyqaRzIh4vlq1tZEUeRko2t-pGQFCYpTvzYCTm1rGPYWDkOnvUDuR_cyxherb6PYLMNsrSnPHui4qx3mMNzsE-fMvvtXCGFR_vmVvE_GQ3CweMU0zAkf/s2046/IMG_2450.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="2046" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxsnKfeK9GxaMF-iZ7ca9LTFa3bXPA4kHeveExDrEKUCyfGothWN38fg5KnDJnP4LjyqaRzIh4vlq1tZEUeRko2t-pGQFCYpTvzYCTm1rGPYWDkOnvUDuR_cyxherb6PYLMNsrSnPHui4qx3mMNzsE-fMvvtXCGFR_vmVvE_GQ3CweMU0zAkf/w400-h263/IMG_2450.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />How sweet to wind the lane confined as now</div><div dir="auto">In a lovd prison of oer hanging boughs</div><div dir="auto">As loosd & wirls each turning round & round</div><div dir="auto">Some new variety keeps d[r]op[p]ing in</div><div dir="auto">Fresh flowr or scene speckt cot or steeples point</div><div dir="auto">Just sprouting oer the horizon still changing sweet</div><div dir="auto">[Flowering] lovley & for ever new</div><div dir="auto">As on proceeding to the lanes last end</div><div dir="auto">[Pastor[a]lls] gently on a hill whose rise commands</div><div dir="auto">A bursting view apprising on the eye</div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #RachelBurch</span></span></div></span></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-6760472184620859622024-03-15T06:42:00.005+00:002024-03-15T06:43:51.715+00:00Heaven unfolding<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXHeIVW3aM2pF55E6DJn2plkvv0LCgLhmg8khu3lJjSpV-bcAzP0u0zVWF67XGWIp2T9-tL1XDHA4oI4hlKfivBl4dRUhY4CbRxMPhxH1jTDQnarW0YuaGgiZhYX3TAHthHdeFNR62iLJl6KSuzI9QT_7BuQ6X0lHTZxvluJE-rUjOZ5qPYz_/s2023/IMG_2409.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="2023" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXHeIVW3aM2pF55E6DJn2plkvv0LCgLhmg8khu3lJjSpV-bcAzP0u0zVWF67XGWIp2T9-tL1XDHA4oI4hlKfivBl4dRUhY4CbRxMPhxH1jTDQnarW0YuaGgiZhYX3TAHthHdeFNR62iLJl6KSuzI9QT_7BuQ6X0lHTZxvluJE-rUjOZ5qPYz_/w400-h225/IMG_2409.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The scene it was cheery when I met my deary</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In evens cool mantle of dew<br />T’was heaven unfolding in sunset so golden<br />But ah it was sweeter far sweeter beholding<br />Fond love at its first interview</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">O fond loves excesses the heart how it blesses<br />Wi the jem of our raptures in view<br />We fancy none fairer we fancy none dearer<br />There may be as true but we think none sincerer<br />Loves sketches are perfectly drew</span></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-25143629887231489422024-03-14T06:35:00.004+00:002024-03-14T06:36:45.218+00:00Fire streak burning<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x2hB01kds41zE182qccEeJ6qQXV15pJhmYwcyaU1OTmN-E5wuyfKhnYcc_YC2v4BgOfm_xillPTtJDG-w0CxmLde_utPly1NSspmvGumlrY3PtnF-7MIsFMs_ml4_kluVZRW6pODiGB0X-Njouc-EGxOMOJphp3xGZJ9RwHwAU5WDTd0oP5o/s1213/IMG_2443.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1115" data-original-width="1213" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x2hB01kds41zE182qccEeJ6qQXV15pJhmYwcyaU1OTmN-E5wuyfKhnYcc_YC2v4BgOfm_xillPTtJDG-w0CxmLde_utPly1NSspmvGumlrY3PtnF-7MIsFMs_ml4_kluVZRW6pODiGB0X-Njouc-EGxOMOJphp3xGZJ9RwHwAU5WDTd0oP5o/w400-h368/IMG_2443.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />While the cows wi hobbling strides</div><div dir="auto">Switching slow their flye bit hides</div><div dir="auto">Rubs the pastures creaking gate</div><div dir="auto">Milking maids & boys to wait</div><div dir="auto">As the sunshine leaves the skye</div><div dir="auto">As the day light shuts her eye</div><div dir="auto">O wi thee to meet the breeze</div><div dir="auto">Neath the shade of awthorn trees</div><span style="background-color: white;"></span></div><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOrGuX_sGeiJ5ha5aFd_YK8jLtPD14K6IUjsQo6xz20ThPqX3hqD4yMb4mXFGahYU28-zBeWrcm4wgM25jT527yDrFfJMHJxDeZY-oE29J83Xg5CSVjlqPHRkSHynKeL8Yefe2xA46OZW9oqjDrkchrLysvwwSuR_-mNfR8T3X9PQk46L1cCd/s1353/IMG_2439.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="1148" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOrGuX_sGeiJ5ha5aFd_YK8jLtPD14K6IUjsQo6xz20ThPqX3hqD4yMb4mXFGahYU28-zBeWrcm4wgM25jT527yDrFfJMHJxDeZY-oE29J83Xg5CSVjlqPHRkSHynKeL8Yefe2xA46OZW9oqjDrkchrLysvwwSuR_-mNfR8T3X9PQk46L1cCd/w340-h400/IMG_2439.jpeg" width="340" /></a></div><br />Oh, far is fled the winter wind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And far is fled the frost and snow,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">But the cold scorn on my love's brow</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Hath never yet prepared to go.</span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;">More lasting than ten winters' wind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">More cutting than ten weeks of frost,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Is the chill frowning of thy mind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Where my poor heart was pledged and lost.</span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;">I see thee taunting down the street,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And by the frowning that I see</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">I might have known it long ere now,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Thy love was never meant for me.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-13579155923532530832024-03-11T06:38:00.001+00:002024-03-11T06:38:58.845+00:00Lingering by the streams<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogrgTvzxskQOa3zXZ4UZx5FTkR6mRme7tFr0HHeR4MXgCFI67ZlUnS_jdX5h3G8SoaTV_9XwmCIyqmIMqJqlDOHPDvBobQ-FV3zRHIFQnmSYQDAJZcBFldBkCc2GmL3YGM4WbRWn-9Pejpd_rzAEQDs4Nec-v3F7OIVrp5HRfzZTZVJYZSE2j/s2045/IMG_2431.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2045" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogrgTvzxskQOa3zXZ4UZx5FTkR6mRme7tFr0HHeR4MXgCFI67ZlUnS_jdX5h3G8SoaTV_9XwmCIyqmIMqJqlDOHPDvBobQ-FV3zRHIFQnmSYQDAJZcBFldBkCc2GmL3YGM4WbRWn-9Pejpd_rzAEQDs4Nec-v3F7OIVrp5HRfzZTZVJYZSE2j/w400-h271/IMG_2431.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Wether curious waste an hour</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pausing oer each tasty flower</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or expounding natures spells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From the silt pick out the shells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or as lingering by the streams</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where more sweet the music seems</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Listen to the softning swells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of some distant chiming bells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mellowing sweetly on the breeze</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Raising falling by degrees</span></div><div></div></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #RachelBurch</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-12175996436246094292024-03-10T07:01:00.001+00:002024-03-10T07:01:34.407+00:00I’m in durance<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4N6ZBkNIBEpqp6a8SEVsdfbej1ZnzZfZq4JsXp7bpg6z6A1KNvHF7AjXJ-_qRI0DcAE205nf5rhWnOhwsFGYUq1MXO3lQ88DppQKEu2WxTy68cslZS1v2JUXlPuqib_0GBaJ5JEl5nzI72yD2tB__tHzBbRHvxSmnNuU6oPQjkWJHw7acvYq/s1334/IMG_2445.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1334" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4N6ZBkNIBEpqp6a8SEVsdfbej1ZnzZfZq4JsXp7bpg6z6A1KNvHF7AjXJ-_qRI0DcAE205nf5rhWnOhwsFGYUq1MXO3lQ88DppQKEu2WxTy68cslZS1v2JUXlPuqib_0GBaJ5JEl5nzI72yD2tB__tHzBbRHvxSmnNuU6oPQjkWJHw7acvYq/w400-h400/IMG_2445.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My mother's aye jealous of loving,</div><div>My father's aye jealous of play,</div><div>So what with them both there's no moving,</div><div>I'm in durance for life and a day.</div><div>O who shall I get for to marry me?</div><div>Who will have pity to woo?</div><div>Tis death any longer to tarry me,</div><div>And what shall a poor maiden do?</div></div><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-45301937625979638802024-03-08T06:41:00.005+00:002024-03-08T06:42:43.790+00:00By her ain gate<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgVQ4iDxOZn8S1BInOraMi4-3SMCKczBU9zATHxdXPb0N1j1criY84-ik_kSVoYbTkKpHNSgWWpOsQoITGyVP9bHhieq1SHVa40YzjEHlc3IqgG86FaTY-PAiJ03Yws5jLTgi2lt1l4N2FvyQCsc7Gpvvu-epRRZNRXoXFpQCG9VcYkXJJgr5/s1133/IMG_2442.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="856" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgVQ4iDxOZn8S1BInOraMi4-3SMCKczBU9zATHxdXPb0N1j1criY84-ik_kSVoYbTkKpHNSgWWpOsQoITGyVP9bHhieq1SHVa40YzjEHlc3IqgG86FaTY-PAiJ03Yws5jLTgi2lt1l4N2FvyQCsc7Gpvvu-epRRZNRXoXFpQCG9VcYkXJJgr5/w303-h400/IMG_2442.jpeg" width="303" /></a></div><br />The winter stays till e'en & the spring it canna cum</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& every cannie bud is nipt up before the bloom</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The winter winna gae & it stays a day oer lang</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Sae the flowers they canna blossom & the birdies get nae Sang</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The young & cannie maiden canna gang by her ain gate</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">But brazen ruffian winter mun teaze her suin & late</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Her gown to shun the dirt oft leaves her ancle bare</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">For her gown it is the best & her ony sabbath ware</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div dir="auto"></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-29236269671451040472024-03-07T06:52:00.002+00:002024-03-07T06:52:59.008+00:00Green domains<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbsLGQwK2-PsZqhSs9YI8wthe7wRbWuKa1UnWr4bjn9_eMWRdqencJ_uWkcnx6GJbHcif26XWF2dnKfMGwhggPIR-ZgMKVIslEbqviMnhu9DuK8lpDUavMZ0f7fkdfOIfP9N-jix49bnLpaO6FE7sMdyu3UMjZhBv7vv1Qo8zh3pIy7nld1M_/s1591/IMG_2438.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1455" data-original-width="1591" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbsLGQwK2-PsZqhSs9YI8wthe7wRbWuKa1UnWr4bjn9_eMWRdqencJ_uWkcnx6GJbHcif26XWF2dnKfMGwhggPIR-ZgMKVIslEbqviMnhu9DuK8lpDUavMZ0f7fkdfOIfP9N-jix49bnLpaO6FE7sMdyu3UMjZhBv7vv1Qo8zh3pIy7nld1M_/w400-h366/IMG_2438.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Give me the leisure of a summers day</span><br />With one old friend to loiter it away<br />Were level meadows stretch their green domains<br />Alive with joys of laughing maids & swains<br />Some making hay beside our pleasant paths<br />& mowers sweeping with their even swaths<br />Discoursing onward with our lines & hooks<br />With some refreshments nor without some books</span></div><div dir="auto"></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJP7BE-dhxCLWfxgHCmCLMR4JN6QTmuU4m8JXXxfz3W_CsLqAzWmgJPEDgjUbXUjMWSCiIQZphw8FXI8rPHhR91yPokT3oevODmCx-whfhKmtQ3fM4kM9fnyFnn6sFpZOpH2085WpUxSlekyK4DZ0sOC-2df6Acl7wp_XKWu1fdEQnq-euNoJ/s2046/IMG_2435.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="2046" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJP7BE-dhxCLWfxgHCmCLMR4JN6QTmuU4m8JXXxfz3W_CsLqAzWmgJPEDgjUbXUjMWSCiIQZphw8FXI8rPHhR91yPokT3oevODmCx-whfhKmtQ3fM4kM9fnyFnn6sFpZOpH2085WpUxSlekyK4DZ0sOC-2df6Acl7wp_XKWu1fdEQnq-euNoJ/w400-h224/IMG_2435.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />O for the pasture fields & fen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When shall I see such rest agen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love the weeds along the fen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">More sweet then garden flowers</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Freedom haunts the humble glen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That blest my happiest hours</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here prisons injure health & me</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love sweet freedom & the free</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-76524743240347133432024-03-05T06:50:00.003+00:002024-03-05T06:51:57.289+00:00Nibbl’d by the sheep<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkRCHorNwe44G5Fp9wdaWCF-Oq4rdjE33GmDuCMjyzN_QX1J1UselD0A6a1KYYBTq4ln6pI1x7aaDduc13342lP3nIh0Qtc9i6AfG_gXWNTOoHuRWPNKXb5dpo6dkhjyt_8_fi-c-U7Q5-e1mkRmoG5fYvIAptqjtQbJsGqUHzdupi0D1KApi/s2046/IMG_2384.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2046" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkRCHorNwe44G5Fp9wdaWCF-Oq4rdjE33GmDuCMjyzN_QX1J1UselD0A6a1KYYBTq4ln6pI1x7aaDduc13342lP3nIh0Qtc9i6AfG_gXWNTOoHuRWPNKXb5dpo6dkhjyt_8_fi-c-U7Q5-e1mkRmoG5fYvIAptqjtQbJsGqUHzdupi0D1KApi/w400-h266/IMG_2384.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Short shrubby bushes nibbl'd by the sheep</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">That alway on these shortsward pastures keep</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Now lost now shines now bending with the wind</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& now the swarthy sybil kneels reclin'd</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">With proggling stick she still renews the blaze</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Forcing bright sparks to twinkle from the flaze</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">When this I view the all attentive mind</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Will oft exclaim (so strong the scene prevades)</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">‘Grant me this life, thou spirit of the shades!’</span></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As happy as a moth on summers nights </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now pausing thro the brambles prickly twine </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where midnight lingers in the leafy mine </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& now thro smooth barked hazels mellow green </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That leave a pleasant open spot between </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thro flowers & grass & many crippled brake </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then garden clumps as nature wills to make</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(fragment)</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQalcb_tUZ7A-BnjJHoslSQw5Mr9-VkhZKHHSkcWB9pNKhNT8436lyEkDu7LfeiFUlHV_hGi9R6WnIw-KSQwGC77E1UkccTCZtZ0W4gr0w-VOMN6WRRwEz1AChozrGMiICw_cbmYsq6FeF1gzI1GJDKkWt_mxkM8gQ8495jbv1FZ_RP82wmVC7/s2046/IMG_2428.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="2046" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQalcb_tUZ7A-BnjJHoslSQw5Mr9-VkhZKHHSkcWB9pNKhNT8436lyEkDu7LfeiFUlHV_hGi9R6WnIw-KSQwGC77E1UkccTCZtZ0W4gr0w-VOMN6WRRwEz1AChozrGMiICw_cbmYsq6FeF1gzI1GJDKkWt_mxkM8gQ8495jbv1FZ_RP82wmVC7/w400-h250/IMG_2428.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Last on the road the cowboy careless swings</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">With shining tin to keep his dinner warm</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Swung at his back or tucked beneath his arm</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Whose sun-burnt skin & cheeks chuffed out with fat</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& others driving loose their herds at will</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Are now heard whooping up the pasture-hill</span></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #JohnAbbott</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-80791538882026467542024-03-02T05:55:00.004+00:002024-03-02T05:56:54.323+00:00A novel shew<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_RNZaByS89Y1D-YlmhGUAqNVyuBRxgXsrkwUgxZB8-Cudqc9s9fmsVMZh8XO2onhaanZfGn2GtHu_6OWWYzON61t3wuI0k3h8tAf1oHKaFGmy3AY9RFHyjplUqKqtYZVFQ6KyryU7CNuuCX8bS-J5LWlRTsuky1uez6Flup70QfqDIrTm7cC/s1542/IMG_2424.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="1542" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_RNZaByS89Y1D-YlmhGUAqNVyuBRxgXsrkwUgxZB8-Cudqc9s9fmsVMZh8XO2onhaanZfGn2GtHu_6OWWYzON61t3wuI0k3h8tAf1oHKaFGmy3AY9RFHyjplUqKqtYZVFQ6KyryU7CNuuCX8bS-J5LWlRTsuky1uez6Flup70QfqDIrTm7cC/w400-h294/IMG_2424.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />How chill the soft air meets ones face & yet </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The winds so weak as een the ryhme flake light </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On every twig like feathers closly set </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Clings unmolestedly from morn till night </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A novel shew for those who love to range </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In noveltys of nature—hoary scene </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To turn to summer now how odd a change </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Woods white as is the clouds that once were green<div dir="auto"><br /></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-91301429648822129082024-03-01T06:08:00.001+00:002024-03-01T06:08:36.056+00:00As silent & as calm<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifLoCt_XqobKtsHDeQcgHp-ql1aoNWnajU2fsrg8bxQoXqGKNXEGYrRiNIj3a7g6yQPhXdwDCUw_SY9w30Yxtf-nlyWix71btLuCHJupyrpUQZg-uxiXewV4SIyt_4n-RYaLihDYZavwCkfA-vXFTR_QMCl8_bRM0BkartIESFveBNFJwIh6Pc/s720/IMG_2080.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="720" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifLoCt_XqobKtsHDeQcgHp-ql1aoNWnajU2fsrg8bxQoXqGKNXEGYrRiNIj3a7g6yQPhXdwDCUw_SY9w30Yxtf-nlyWix71btLuCHJupyrpUQZg-uxiXewV4SIyt_4n-RYaLihDYZavwCkfA-vXFTR_QMCl8_bRM0BkartIESFveBNFJwIh6Pc/w400-h354/IMG_2080.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The cockchafer hums down the rut-rifted lane</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Where the wild roses hang and the woodbines entwine,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And the shrill squeaking bat makes his circles again</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Round the side of the tavern close by the sign.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The sun is gone down like a wearisome queen,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">In curtains the richest that ever were seen.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></div></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div dir="auto"></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWUNJ9efkw40sIjPu3DoXA5JS2lk5Ay8hbxI_C0fHPn4956NM2ybNBliSCcvhAHVUxR6kUnFd52qbjk4lWpHS4Sw-WhPAdm0U-iWXVxGu2zYNlMipJapGwFWxKlw7fYM94T8s_r5XpJre7gzT1T4TyLwitBqXNgr9bbqkQWZCSkJFFtRW0zT2/s2032/IMG_2423.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2032" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPWUNJ9efkw40sIjPu3DoXA5JS2lk5Ay8hbxI_C0fHPn4956NM2ybNBliSCcvhAHVUxR6kUnFd52qbjk4lWpHS4Sw-WhPAdm0U-iWXVxGu2zYNlMipJapGwFWxKlw7fYM94T8s_r5XpJre7gzT1T4TyLwitBqXNgr9bbqkQWZCSkJFFtRW0zT2/w400-h226/IMG_2423.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />To see the sun rise thro the skirts of the wood</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">In his mantle so lovley and red</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">It cheers up my spirits & does me much good</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">As thro the cold stubbles I tred</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Tho not that his beams more advances the scene</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Or adds to the Landscape a charm</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">But all that delights me by him may be seen</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">That the ensuing hours will be warm</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"></div><span><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><span><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVyVeC3DRSws4LteV1Xsv9Gxi6QXQJh-0qQ1ljjuqcN0kD27sdY3fvRRTYSIG3HOAB55xVhN9HLk1OEDrOoNPNdgRzt8r3xKBPVDn4rk-H8gGRAR507CbaLSV7Cnu4bX7al0BdDwVXCJbcIO4NsD_krBFAIday-cU9P9hIxiTcqOPX5X6DSFp/s2016/IMG_2417.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1318" data-original-width="2016" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVyVeC3DRSws4LteV1Xsv9Gxi6QXQJh-0qQ1ljjuqcN0kD27sdY3fvRRTYSIG3HOAB55xVhN9HLk1OEDrOoNPNdgRzt8r3xKBPVDn4rk-H8gGRAR507CbaLSV7Cnu4bX7al0BdDwVXCJbcIO4NsD_krBFAIday-cU9P9hIxiTcqOPX5X6DSFp/w400-h261/IMG_2417.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The open flower the loaded bough</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The fields of spindling grain</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Were blooming then the same as now</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& so will bloom again</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When with the past my being dies</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Still summer suns shall shine</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& other eyes shall see them rise</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When death has darkened mine</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82f7HlDl6wuWMLmiVnA51JgALBxSmP2t3VovJ4-gYOsWftiCDq2cg9hPV_Jcw8O4ejJTfu9mN0u4is8JoeBIf3FHvgFR66sSPFA-6AVwY1OaADuinilBygrNLHwTVe7dMcKRLjjvbLohhgS34BUPrtmZx9POVSccFvDNrTCsrBhGg2GZW62oS/s1553/IMG_2416.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1553" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82f7HlDl6wuWMLmiVnA51JgALBxSmP2t3VovJ4-gYOsWftiCDq2cg9hPV_Jcw8O4ejJTfu9mN0u4is8JoeBIf3FHvgFR66sSPFA-6AVwY1OaADuinilBygrNLHwTVe7dMcKRLjjvbLohhgS34BUPrtmZx9POVSccFvDNrTCsrBhGg2GZW62oS/w400-h276/IMG_2416.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My sundays harmless pleasures were forsook</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Nor turnd my rambles to the pasture brook</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Were in my youth at ‘Eastwells’ fountain side</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Which winters never froze nor summer dryd</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Young men & maidens usd to talk & play</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">In the cool shadows of its willows grey</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Drinking loves healths in totts of sugard drink</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">On the soft swellings of its rushy brink</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlp1MUbDsn-F4ge4ZRKeEJWsDkl9x8ySfIgqvR8tvWl-OZTvjCLBho_pXz4ClMlWbojOm88PvSRcdCStnxWDVOWOa86zadicG3ewWFlPnHozrPXRJbgxuDOl-foBk0mIUeQzBSahqCghyphenhyphen8TytWuFRjZrVb-pzulF3SrTkm3WgKN2Z3JgtiU2Z/s1747/IMG_2401.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="1747" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlp1MUbDsn-F4ge4ZRKeEJWsDkl9x8ySfIgqvR8tvWl-OZTvjCLBho_pXz4ClMlWbojOm88PvSRcdCStnxWDVOWOa86zadicG3ewWFlPnHozrPXRJbgxuDOl-foBk0mIUeQzBSahqCghyphenhyphen8TytWuFRjZrVb-pzulF3SrTkm3WgKN2Z3JgtiU2Z/w400-h260/IMG_2401.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">The scene begins to look divine</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: white;">We'll by the river walk</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Her arm already seems in mine</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& fancy hears her talk</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">A vision this of early love</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The meadow river rill</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Scenes where I walked with Mary Dove</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Are in my memory still</span></span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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