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Beneath that large bird Birket Foster blessed boisterous brook boys are sitting brook of Greenhead brought thee home cheerful child churchyard cottage churchyard lie Conway dwell Cuckoo delight dragged to earth Dungeon-Ghyll earth both branch EDMUND EVANS father fawn at play footmarks gate or gap George Thomas grass Thy Green-head Ghyll heaven helpmate Henry Warren hope housewife IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS Isabel lamb she gave large old oak length little maid replied little porringer lived look Lucy Gray Luke maiden mother mountain lamb o'er oftentimes was placed PASTORAL POEM pity brought thee placed At gate playmate pool is pent received her heart rocks round seen sheep sheep-fold shepherd shepherd's stool song spy the fawn stem or turn stood things thou art thou canst thou know'st thoughts thy father's thy mother's tumultuous brook turn the flock Twill vale valley watchman oftentimes wind wouldst thou roam
Page 7 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 6 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 8 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem, And there upon the ground I sit— I sit and 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 of her pain, And then she went away.
Page 5 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?
Page 22 - To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page 27 - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 43 - Feelings and emanations — things which were Light to the sun and music to the wind; And that the old Man's heart seemed born again?
Page 37 - There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name ; An old man stout of heart and strong of limb. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength ; his mind was keen, Intense, and frugal, apt for all affairs ; And in his shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men. Hence...
Page 14 - I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. It will not, will not rest! — Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.