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... A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy THE LAME BROTHER . — Miss Lamb . My parents THE BLIND BOY . 11 The Blind.
... A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy THE LAME BROTHER . — Miss Lamb . My parents THE BLIND BOY . 11 The Blind.
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... sing to them . “ And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her from her pain ...
... sing to them . “ And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her from her pain ...
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... sings , and the wild bee's wings Make music all day long , And the cricket at night ( A dusky sprite ! ) Takes up the song . He loved to lie where his wakeful eye Could keep me still in sight , Whence a word or a sign , Or a look of ...
... sings , and the wild bee's wings Make music all day long , And the cricket at night ( A dusky sprite ! ) Takes up the song . He loved to lie where his wakeful eye Could keep me still in sight , Whence a word or a sign , Or a look of ...
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... that shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face ; If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : " What ails thee , young one ? what ? 58 THE PET LAMB .
... that shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face ; If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : " What ails thee , young one ? what ? 58 THE PET LAMB .
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... sing of thee ; ' t is sweet to sing Of such a fair and gladsome thing . Child of the town ! for thee I sigh ; A gilded roof ' s thy golden sky , A carpet is thy daisied sod , A narrow street thy boundless road , Thy rushing deer ' s the ...
... sing of thee ; ' t is sweet to sing Of such a fair and gladsome thing . Child of the town ! for thee I sigh ; A gilded roof ' s thy golden sky , A carpet is thy daisied sod , A narrow street thy boundless road , Thy rushing deer ' s the ...
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Side 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Side 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Side 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Side 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Side 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Side 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Side 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.