Off to Scotland

Will ye gang wi' me to Scotland dear

Where the mountains touch the sky
& leave your humdrum labours here
& climb the hills sae high
Come leave your fowl your pigs a& kye 
& your mud-floor dwelling here
Come put your wheel & knitting bye
We'll be off to Scotland dear

 

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Christmas in the skies

In fancys infant ecstasy

Likening the snow to falling feathers

Climb up the window-seat with glee

& some to view the winter weathers

Laughing with superstitious love

Oer visions wild that youth supplies

Of people pulling geese above

& keeping Christmas in the skies

As tho the homestead trees were drest
In lieu of snow with dancing leaves
As tho the sun-dried martins nest
Instead of ickles hung the eaves
The children hail the happy day—
As if the snow were Aprils grass
& pleasd as neath the warmth of May
Sport oer the water froze to glass

 

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Numbd & clumpsing

The school boys still their morning rambles take
To neighbouring village school with playing speed
Loitering with pastimes leisure till they quake
Oft looking up the wild geese droves to heed

Making glib slides were they like shadows go

& off they start anew & hasty blow
Their numbd & clumpsing fingures till they glow
Then races with their shadows wildly run
That stride hugh jiants oer the shining snow
In the pale splendour of the winter sun

 

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Leafy luxury

The holly bush a sober lump of green
Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown & grey

& smiles at winter, be it e'er so keen
With all the leafy luxury of may
& o it is delicious when the day
In winters loaded garment keenly blows
& turns her back on sudden falling snows

 

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Hid in trees

 

Now almost hid in trees a little gate

 Cheats us into the darkness of the wood 

 We almost think the day is wearing late 

 So dreamy is the light that dwells around 

 & so refreshing is its sombre mood 

 We feel at once shut out from sun & sky 

 All the deliciousness of solitude 

 While sauntering noisless oer the leafy ground 

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I love thee nature

I love thee nature in my inmost heart
Go where I will thy truth seems from above
Go where I will thy landscape forms a part
Of heaven—e'en these fens where wood nor grove
Are seen—their very nakedness I love
For one dwells nigh that secret hopes prefer
Above the race of women—like the dove
I mourn her abscence—fate that would deter
My hate for all things—strengthens love for her

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The old fox

Among the taller wood with ivy hung

The old fox plays & dances round her young

She snuffs & barks if any passes by

& swings her tail and turns prepared to fly

They get all still & lie in safety sure

& out again when everythings secure

& start & snap at blackbirds bouncing by

To fight & catch the great white butterfly

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Zig zag lane

O now the crimson east its fire streak burning

Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn

Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning

As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn

O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn

That flushes yon blue sky of cloudless heaven

& gilds the prospect round below—what eye

Can look upon the beautys morn has given

& look unmovd, sure neer a soul thats living

The soul must be extinct who passes bye

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I love the muse

I love the verse that mild & bland
Breathes of green fields & open sky
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook
In scorn but by the drinking horse
Leans o'er its little brig to look
How far the sallows lean across

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With shadows tost

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 & vanish in oblivious host
Like shades in love & deaths oblivion lost
& yet I am & live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys
But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems
& een the dearest — that I loved the best —
Are strange — nay rather stranger than the rest

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Christmas offer...

I will post reminders each week until Christmas, but I am putting my whole catalogue up for sale on a 3 for 2 basis (post free) up to Christmas. My books cover a large range of Clare topics, hardbacks, paperbacks and chapbooks, including much that has not previously been published. Either send me a message below, or drop me an email on arborfield (dot) gmail (dot) com - and I'll do the rest.

Checkout the whole lists, and descriptions here:

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I sleep with thee

I sleep with thee & wake with thee 

& yet thou art not there 

I fill my arms with thoughts of thee 

& press the common air — 

Thy eyes are gazing upon mine 

When thou art out of sight 

My lips are always touching thine 

At morning noon & night

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Autumns pencil

The summer flower has run to seed

& yellow is the wood land bough

& every leaf of bush & weed

Is tipt wi autumns pencil now

& I do love the varied hue

& I do love the browning plain

& I do love each scene to view

Thats markd wi beauties of her reign

The wood bine trees red berries bare

That clustering hang upon the bower

While fondly lingering here & there

Peeps out a dwindling sickly flower

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Beauty in despair

Now autumns sorrows meet the faded leaf

& sick & faint resumes her hopless care

No flower or minstrel bird consoles her grief

Silent & wan as beauty in despair

Still autumn do I love thy faded face

Thy sad still musings on the dying year

Thy downcast eye thy solemn suited pace

Holds each a charm as beauty with her tear

Thy mournful sighs that wake the woods despair

Thy fading dress that leaves thy bosom bare

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Far from strife

Theres somthing rich & joyful to the mind 

To view through close & field those crooked shreds 

Of footpaths that most picturesqly wind 

From town to town or some tree hidden sheds

Where lonely cottager lifes peace enjoys

Far far from strife & all its troubled noise 

The pent up artizan by pleasure led

Along their winding ways right glad employs 

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O silly love !

O silly love! O cunning love!
An old maid to trepan:
I cannot go about my work
For loving of a man
I cannot bake, I cannot brew,
And, do the best I can
I burn the bread and chill the mash,
Through loving of a man

Shrove Tuesday last I tried, and tried,
To turn the cakes in pan
And drop’t the batter on the floor
Through thinking of a man
My mistress screamed, my master swore,
Boys cursed me in a troop
The cat was all the friends I had
Who helped to clean it up

Last Christmas eve, from off the spit
I took the goose to table
Or should have done, but teasing Love
Did make me quite unable
And down slip’t dish, and goose, and all
With din and clitter-clatter
All but the dog fell foul on me
He licked the broken platter

Although I'm ten years past a score
Too old to play the fool
My mistress says I must give o'er
My service for a school
Good faith! What must I do, and do
To keep my service still
I'll give the winds my thoughts to love
Indeed and so I will

And if the wind my love should lose
Right foolish were the play
For I should mourn what I had lost
And love another day
With crosses and with losses
Right double were the ill
So I'll e'en bear with love and all
Alack, and so I will

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Fairy forests

Grey lichens mid thy hills of creeping thyme

Grow like to fairy forests hung with rime

& fairy money-pots are often found

That spring like little mushrooms out of ground

Some shaped like cups & some in slender trim

Wineglasses like that to the very rim

Are filled with little mystic shining seed

We thought our fortunes promising indeed

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Crimson & yellow

Crimson & yellow bloch'd with Iron Brown

The Autumn tans & varigates the leaves

The nuts are ripe in woods about the Town

Russet the cleared fields where the bindweed weaves

Round stubbles & still flowers the trefoil seeds

& troubles all the land from rig to furrow

Ther's nothing left but rubbish & foul weeds 

I love to see the rabbits snug made burrow

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The kite pelews

Under the old edge bank or hugh mossed oak

Claspt fast with Ivy there the rabbit breeds

Where the Kite pelews & the Ravens croak

& hares & Rabbits at their leisure feed

So varying Autumn thro her changes runs

Season of sudden storms & brillient suns

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Leaning dotterel head

Flags in the dykes are bleached & brown

Docks by its sides are dry & dead

All but the ivy bows are brown

Upon each leaning dotterels head

Crimsoned with awes the awthorns bend

Oer meadow dykes & rising floods

The wild geese seek the reedy fen

& dark the storm comes oer the woods

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Poets see & understand

There is music without ere a bird

There is bloom without ere a flower

For eolean winds we oft have heard

& the grass blooms fresher every hour

The very rushes seem as flowers

That nod above the marshy grass

Through which the winds in summer hours

Whistle & winnow as they pass

The lark may leave the new ploughed land

& settle in another place

Yet poets see & understand

Sweet music in its russet face

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These motley scenes

Now Autumns come adieu the pleasing greens
The charming landscape & the flowry plain
All have deserted from these motley scenes
With blighted yellow tingd & russet stain

Though desolation seems to triumph here
Yet this is Spring to what we still shall find
The trees must all in nakedness appear
'Reft of their foliage by the blustiy wind

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Deepening dye

The sinken sun is takin leave

& sweetly gilds the edge of eve

While purple [clouds] of deepening dye

Huddling hang the western skye

Crows crowd quaking oever head

Hastening to the woods to bed

Cooing sits the lonly dove

Calling home her abscent love

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Truth & Honesty

Been thinking again about how ordinary folk across the world have been let down again and again by our so-called 'leaders'.  A few years ago I uncovered and published this poem by the Romantic poet John Clare, written around 1827.  Does it not speak to us in 2024?

‘Gold is a general purchaser – buys all

‘From the high altar, palace, bench & hall

‘Down to the humble cottage hut or stall

‘Buys smiles or tears melts eyes or drys 'em – gold

‘Like Esops satire buys breath hot and cold

‘Makes out all wants & all defects supplies

‘Een the old wrinkled hag young courtier buys

‘Buys knaves an office traitors power & trust

‘High & low fliers bought with shining dust

‘Buys villany a mask hypocrisy paint

‘Buys inside devil the out side face o’ saint

‘Buys tyrants champions – cut throats, caps & knees

‘Buys lies & oaths, buys souls & consiences

‘What is it which that tempting ore cant buy

‘Buys everything but truth & honesty

(excerpt)

Fen sparrows chirp

At distance from the waters edge

On hanging thorn boughs farthest stretch

The more hen 'gins her nest of sedge

Safe from destroying boys to reach

Fen sparrows chirp & flye to fetch 

The witherd reed down rustling nigh

& by the sunny side the ditch

Prepare their dwelling warm & dry

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Tell my love

Can you ye breezes oaks or streem

Can you in thought in form or dream

A lovers herald prove

They wisper yes O precious scenes

I love your shades of various greens

Go truly tell my love

& first this flower shall be addrest

Perhaps the first by B[etse]y prest

When hither she does rove

O charming flower if ever she

Should press the velvet leaves like me

Neer fail to tell my love

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Moonlights infant hour

O how sweet I cannot tell

With thee at that hour to dwell

Peace & silence sits wi thee

& peace alone is heaven to me

While the moonlights infant hour

Faint gins creep to gild the bower

& the wattld hedge gleams round

Its diamond shadows oer the ground

O thou soothing solitude 

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Life’s mortal things

I never pass a venerable tree

Pining away to nothingness & dust
Ruins vain shades of power I never see
Once dedicated to times cheating trust
But warm reflection wakes her saddest thought
& views lifes vanity in cheerless light
& sees earths bubbles youth so eager sought
Burst into emptiness of lost delight
& all the pictures of lifes early day
Like evenings striding shadows haste away
Yet theres a glimmering of pleasure springs
From such reflections of earths vanity
That pines & sickens oer lifes mortal things
& leaves a relish for eternity

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Beautiful mortals

Beautiful mortals of the glowing earth

And children of the season crowd together
In showers and sunny weather
Ye beautiful spring hours
Sunshine and all together
I love wild flowers

The rain drops lodge on the swallows wing
Then fall on the meadow flowers
Cowslips and enemonies all come with spring
Beaded with first showers
The skylarks in the cowslips sing
I love wild flowers

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Gold tinted west

Come beautiful maiden while autumn delays
And the sunsets so sweet in the gold tinted west
While the fading beach tree sets the woods in a blaze
And the lark sings his song e're he sinks into rest

In Autumns gone by how fondly I press't thee
And loved thee sincerely, and so I do now
As I wandered along with thee ever near me
While the leaves they were fading on every bough

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A Bubble on the stream

What is Life?—an hour glass on the run

A mist retreating from the morning sun

A busy bustling still repeated dream

Its Length?—A minutes pause—a moments thought

& happines?—A Bubble on the stream

That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought—

Vain hopes what are they?—Puffing gales of morn

That of its charms divests the dewy lawn

& robs each flowret of its gem—& dies

A Cobweb hiding dissapointments thorn

Which stings more keener thro the thin disguise

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Neath the wind shaking tree

Emma my darling the summer is bye
The autumn is faded and cloudy the sky
The willows are changing—the hips and the hawe's
Now glow on the hedges—as red as birds claws

'Till fieldfairs come from far far away
And carry off berries and hips all the day
Winds sing in the hedges like notes of a bird
And the sedges they cut like the edge of a sword

The hedges will shelter my Emma and me
As we walk down the wood neath the wind shaking tree
The seugh through the hedges, the swop of black crows
How the bushy tops dance, and how swift the mill goes

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As desolate as hell

Fierce raged destruction sweeping oer the land
& the last counted moment seemed at hand

As scales near equal hang the earnest eyes
In doubtful balance which shall fall or rise
So in the moment of that crashing blast
Eyes hearts & hopes paused trembling for the last
Loud burst the thunders clap & yawning rents
Gashed the frail garments of the elements
Then sudden whirlwinds winged with purple flame
& lightnings flash in stronger terrors came
Burning all life & nature where they fell
& leaving earth as desolate as hell

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Wild Gwash

Upon thy winding side wild gwash I lie 

Viewing with curious eye the silver bream 

Taking vaunting springs to trap the thoughtless flye 

That heedless dances on thy gentle stream 

The black snail wakens from the swoons of day 

& from the boughs that nestle by thy side 

The light wing'd moths steal out again to play 

Crossing with hasty wing thy rippling tide

How sweet the blackbird chaunts her evening song

While the shrill larks in twittering chorus join

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