Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other PoemsBasil Montagu Pickering, 1866 - 108 ˹éÒ |
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... Lamb · The Little Black Boy The Blossom The Chimney - Sweeper The Little Boy Lost The Little Boy Found 6 8 9 11 12 14 15 A Cradle Song The Divine Image Holy Thursday Night 16 18 20 22 Spring Nurse's Song Infant Joy A Dream Laughing Song ...
... Lamb · The Little Black Boy The Blossom The Chimney - Sweeper The Little Boy Lost The Little Boy Found 6 8 9 11 12 14 15 A Cradle Song The Divine Image Holy Thursday Night 16 18 20 22 Spring Nurse's Song Infant Joy A Dream Laughing Song ...
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... Lamb also loved these poems , as so kind and simple - hearted a man could not fail to love them , and Allan Cunningham spoke of them with warm praise in his Lives of the Painters , nearly forty years ago . * * See Lives of the Most ...
... Lamb also loved these poems , as so kind and simple - hearted a man could not fail to love them , and Allan Cunningham spoke of them with warm praise in his Lives of the Painters , nearly forty years ago . * * See Lives of the Most ...
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... lamb : " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again : " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sung the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . 66 ...
... lamb : " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again : " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sung the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . 66 ...
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... lamb's innocent call , And he hears the ewe's tender reply ; He is watchful while they are in peace , For they know when their shepherd is nigh . THE ECHOING GREEN . HE sun does arise THE And INNOCENCE . 5 The Shepherd 5.
... lamb's innocent call , And he hears the ewe's tender reply ; He is watchful while they are in peace , For they know when their shepherd is nigh . THE ECHOING GREEN . HE sun does arise THE And INNOCENCE . 5 The Shepherd 5.
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... sports have an end . Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers , Like birds in their nest , Are ready for rest ; And sport no more seen On the darkening green . L THE LAMB . ITTLE lamb , who made thee. INNOCENCE . 7.
... sports have an end . Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers , Like birds in their nest , Are ready for rest ; And sport no more seen On the darkening green . L THE LAMB . ITTLE lamb , who made thee. INNOCENCE . 7.
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Allan Cunningham angel of Providence another's arm'd BASIL MONTAGU PICKERING beauty beguiles birds black black cloud blossoms bore bright CATULLUS Charles Lamb child Cloth deep desert wild devil Dost dread echoing green edition Engraved Title pub eyes face fairy skipp'd Fcap fear fill'd fled flower Frontispiece and Engraved frowning gold golden grave grief hand happy hear heaven HOLY THURSDAY human dress infant small Innocence and Experience kiss Land of Dreams laugh LITTLE BOY LOST Little lamb Long John Brown Lyca Lyrical Ballads maiden Mary Bell mercy Merrily merry mild morning never night o'er pale pipe pity pleasant poor Portrait and Engraved pretty rose-tree PROPERTIUS round shine sigh sing SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Songs of Innocence sorrow soul Stothard Sweet joy sweet love Sweet smiles tears tender Tennyson thee thou TIBULLUS tigers trembling uncut vols WALTON'S wandering wept William Blake William Bond Wordsworth youth
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˹éÒ xv - 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 xv - 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.