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1
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I have no name

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I am but 2 days old

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My mother groan’d

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my father wept; into the dangerous world I leapt

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Helpless,

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naked, piping loud

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Struggling in my

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fathers hands, striving in my swadling bands

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5
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A flower

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was offer’d to me

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6
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But my Rose

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turn’d away with jealousy and her thorns were my only delight

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7
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The sun does arise

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and make happy the skies

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8
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Old John

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with white hair, does laugh away care

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9
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Such, such were the joys

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when we all girls and boys, in our youth-time were seen on the ecchoing green

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10
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Till the little ones

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weary, no more can be merry

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I went to the garden

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of love, and saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst, where I used to play on the green

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And the gates

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of this chapel were shut, and ‘thou shalt not’ writ over the door

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13
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So I turn’d to the garden of love

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that so many sweet flowers bore

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14
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tomb-stones

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where the flowers should be

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15
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And priests

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in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys & desires

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16
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Little lamb

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who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

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17
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He is meek

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and he is mild

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18
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Tyger tyger

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burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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19
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Burnt the fire

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of thine eyes?

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20
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What the hammer?

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What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?

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21
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In every man of

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every clime

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22
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Pity would be

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no more, if we did not make somebody poor

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23
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He sits down with holy fears

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and waters the ground with tears

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24
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And it bears

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the fruit of Deceit

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25
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But their search was all in vain:

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there grows one in the Human Brain

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26
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Their innocent

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faces clean

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27
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The children walking

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two & two in red & blue & green

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28
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Grey

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headed beadles

29
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They sit with

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radiance all their own

30
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Beneath them sit

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the aged men, wise guardians of the poor

31
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Is this a holy thing

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to see, in a rich and fruitful land

32
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Babes reduc’d to

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misery, fed with cold and usurous hand?

33
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Is that trembling

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cry a song?

34
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And their fields

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are bleak & bare

35
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Could scarcely cry

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‘weep” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!

36
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There’s little Tom

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Dacre, who cried when his head that curl’d like lambs back was shav’d

37
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Hush Tom, never mind it

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for when your head’s bare, you know the soot cannot spoil your white hair

38
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That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack,

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were all of them lock’d up in coffins of black

39
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Then naked & white

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all their bags left behind

40
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So if all do their duty

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they need not fear harm

41
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A little black thing

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among the snow

42
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Where are your mother and father, say?

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They are both gone up to the church to pray

43
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They clothed me

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in the clothes of death, and taught me to sing the notes of woe

44
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And because I am

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happy & dance & sing, they think they have done me no injury

45
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And are gone to praise God

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& his priest & King, who make up a heaven of our misery

46
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the church is cold

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but the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm

47
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I wander thro’

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each charter’d street

48
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Marks of

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weakness, marks of woe

49
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In every cry

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of every man, in every infant’s cry of fear

50
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The mind-

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forg’d manacles I hear

51
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Every black’ning

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Church appalls

52
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And the hapless

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soldier’s sigh

53
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Look on the rising sun

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there God does live

54
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When the voices of children

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are heard on the green and laughing is heard on the hill

55
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The come home

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my children, the sun is gone down

56
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No, no, let us

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play, for yet it is day

57
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Besides, in the sky

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the little birds fly

58
Q

Well, well, go &

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play till the light fades away

59
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The days of my youth

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rise fresh in my mind, and my face turns green and pale

60
Q

Your spring & your day

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are wasted in play

61
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Nor a thorn

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nor a threat stain her beauty bright

62
Q

Love seeketh

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not itself to please

63
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The invisible worm

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that flies in the night

64
Q

Has found out thy bed

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of crimson joy

65
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And his dark secret love

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Does thy life destroy

66
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I was angry

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with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow

67
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I sunned it with smiles

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And with soft deceitful wiles

68
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In the morning

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glad I see my foe outstretch’d beneath the tree