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None but imprison’d children now
Are seen, where dames with angry brow
Threaten each younker to his seat,
Who through the window, eyes the street;
Or from his horn-book turns away,
To mourn for liberty and play.

— John Clare The Shephard’s Calendar (1827)

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The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

Arts may ply fantastic anatomy but nature is always herself in her wildest moods of extravagence.

The ivyed oaks dark shadow falls
Oft picking up with wondering gaze
Some little thing of other days
Saved from the wreck of time.

And don't despise your betters cause they're old.

Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

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