Poems - Michael Goodnight - Editor

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They think they have done me no injury,And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,Who make up a heaven of our misery."NURSE'S SONGWhen voices of children are heard on the green,And whisperings are in the dale,The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,My face turns green and pale.Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,And the dews of night arise;Your spring and your day are wasted in play,And your winter and night in disguise.THE SICK ROSEO rose, thou art sick!The invisible worm,That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.THE FLYLittle Fly,Thy summer's playMy thoughtless handHas brushed away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I danceAnd drink, and sing,
Page 3 and 4: For they know when their Shepherd i
Page 5 and 6: Gave thee clothing of delight,Softe
Page 7 and 8: Thus did my mother say, and kissed
Page 9 and 10: And by came an angel, who had a bri
Page 11 and 12: And the dimpling stream runs laughi
Page 13 and 14: Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:Wept
Page 15 and 16: Grey-headed beadles walked before,
Page 17 and 18: Seeking to drive their thirst away,
Page 19 and 20: Merry voice,Infant noise;Merrily, m
Page 21 and 22: Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days
Page 24 and 25: He doth give his joy to all:He beco
Page 26 and 27: EARTH'S ANSWEREarth raised up her h
Page 28 and 29: Warbled out these metres meet:"Love
Page 30 and 31: Never fades away,Lovely Lyca lay.Se
Page 32 and 33: From his eyes of flame,Ruby tears t
Page 34 and 35: Smelling to his prey;But their fear
Page 38 and 39: Till some blind handShall brush my
Page 40 and 41: Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On wha
Page 42 and 43: Where the Youth pined away with des
Page 44 and 45: But the Alehouse is healthy, and pl
Page 46 and 47: Pity would be no moreIf we did not
Page 48 and 49: I was angry with my friend:I told m
Page 50 and 51: The weeping parents wept in vain:Th
Page 52 and 53: All her tender limbs with terror sh
Page 54 and 55: When the blasts of winter appear?TO
Page 56 and 57: And Jealousy a human face;Terror th
Page 58 and 59: O life of this our spring! why fade
Page 60 and 61: II.O little Cloud the virgin said,
Page 62 and 63: Art thou a Worm? image of weakness,
Page 64: She stood in silence, listning to t

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