R. Herrick

W. Wordsworth

R. Herrick
Sir W. Scott
Sir P. Sidney

Sir W. Scott

Col. Lovelace

Minstrelsy of the

Scottish Border.

2

THE

BLUE POETRY BOOK

Nurse's Song

WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill,

My heart is at rest within my breast,

And everything else is still.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies.

No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,

And we cannot go to sleep;

Besides in the sky the little birds fly,

And the hills are all covered with sheep.

Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,

And then go home to bed.

The little ones leap'd and shouted and laugh'd;
And all the hills echoèd.

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W. BLAKE.

B

A Boy's Song

WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and o'er the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,

Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest ;
There to trace the homeward bee,

That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play,
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and o'er the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

HOGG.

I remember, I remember

I

I REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!