Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other PoemsBasil Montagu Pickering, 1866 - 108 ˹éÒ |
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... ; and we rose in the dark , And got with our bags and our brushes to work . Tho ' the morning was cold Tom was happy and warm : So if all do their duty they need not fear harm . THE LITTLE BOY LOST . ATHER ! father ! where INNOCENCE . 13.
... ; and we rose in the dark , And got with our bags and our brushes to work . Tho ' the morning was cold Tom was happy and warm : So if all do their duty they need not fear harm . THE LITTLE BOY LOST . ATHER ! father ! where INNOCENCE . 13.
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... fears annoy , But droop his tender wing , And forget his youthful spring ? O father and mother , if buds are nipt , And blossoms blown away , And if the tender plants are stript Of their joy in the springing day , By sorrow and care's ...
... fears annoy , But droop his tender wing , And forget his youthful spring ? O father and mother , if buds are nipt , And blossoms blown away , And if the tender plants are stript Of their joy in the springing day , By sorrow and care's ...
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... fear ? No , no , never can it be , Never , never can it be . And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small , Hear the small bird's grief and care , Hear the woes that infants bear , And not sit beside the nest , Pouring ...
... fear ? No , no , never can it be , Never , never can it be . And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small , Hear the small bird's grief and care , Hear the woes that infants bear , And not sit beside the nest , Pouring ...
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... of the ancient men . Selfish father of men , Cruel , jealous , selfish fear , Can delight , Chain'd in night , The virgins of youth and morning bear ? G Does Spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow EXPERIENCE 41 Earth's Answer.
... of the ancient men . Selfish father of men , Cruel , jealous , selfish fear , Can delight , Chain'd in night , The virgins of youth and morning bear ? G Does Spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow EXPERIENCE 41 Earth's Answer.
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... fears With ten thousand shields and spears . Soon my angel came again : I was arm'd , he came in vain ; For the time of youth was fled , And grey hairs were on my head . THE LITTLE GIRL LOST . IN futurity I prophetic see 58 SONGS OF The ...
... fears With ten thousand shields and spears . Soon my angel came again : I was arm'd , he came in vain ; For the time of youth was fled , And grey hairs were on my head . THE LITTLE GIRL LOST . IN futurity I prophetic see 58 SONGS OF The ...
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˹éÒ 6 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
˹éÒ 20 - THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine ; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
˹éÒ 63 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear.
˹éÒ 1 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
˹éÒ 48 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore.
˹éÒ 5 - Softest clothing, woolly, bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Little...
˹éÒ 51 - TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
˹éÒ 52 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
˹éÒ 18 - Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among: Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
˹éÒ 105 - The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold ; But when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys.