A dark and gothic excerpt...

[Image: Peterbrough Cathedral by Thomas Girtin - Very likely the inspiration for these lines, Clare would have known it well]

... from Clare's 'Solitude' for All Hallow's Eve :

But as sorrows more opress

As the world does more distress

Yielding as misfortunes lower

Dulging mellancholys hour

Wishing to despise as then

Brunts of fate & scorn of men

When fates demons thus intrude

Then I seek thee solitude

Where the abbys height appears
Hoary neath a weight of years
Where the mouldering walls are seen
Hung wi pelitorry green (*)
Where the steeples taper stretch
Tries the eye its length to reach

Dizzy nauntling high & proud

Top stone loosing in a cloud

Where the cross to time resignd

Creaking harshly in the wind

Crowning high the rifted dome

Points the pilgrims wisht for home

While the look fear turns away

 Shuddering at its dread decay

 Then let me my peace pursue

 Neath the shades of gloomy yew

 Dolfull hung wi mourning green
 Suiting well the solemn scene

Pet MS C2 p36

Published in altered form in Village Minstrel, Volume 1 (1821)

(*)  Ben Johnson:

‘A good old woman . . . did cure me with sodden ale and pellitorie o’ the wall.’
Pellitory likes to grow in the cracks of walls, hence "Hung wi pelitorry green".  Often called Pellitory-of-the-wall.