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21 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind ; And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given' Go— thou must play alone, my boy— Thy brother is in heaven!
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE SUNBEAM THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall — A joy thou art, and a wealth to all ! A bearer of hope unto land and sea...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weep! weep! weep! weep !" So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said, " Hush, Tom ! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.

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