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The Destruction of Sennacherib
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars
The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna
Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
Battle of Otterbourne
Lycidas (Elegy on a Friend Drowned in
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
Sir Hugh; or, the Jew's Daughter
A Lyke-Wake Dirge
The Red Fisherman; or, the Devil's
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott
BLUE POETRY BOOK
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,
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.
A Boy's Song
WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Why the boys should drive away
I remember, I remember
I REMEMBER, I remember
The house where I was born,