 Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read." So he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.  Blackwood's Magazine - Síða 3891847Heildartexta - Um bókina
 | 1865 - 810 síður
...read.' So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. Blake was peculiar in his mode of publication. He engraved his poems, he surrounded each page with... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 224 síður
...— So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'da hollow reed. And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. BLAKE. 2. THE LAMB. LITTLE lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee 1 Gave thee life, and... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 síður
...So he vanish'd from my sight ; And I pluck'da hollow reed, A And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. W. Blake ON MA Y MORNING Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east,... | |
 | 302 síður
...While he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read ; — So he vanished from my sight, And I plucked a hollow reed : And I made a rural pen, And I strained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. EDUCATION. O'BB... | |
 | Alexander Gilchrist, Anne Burrows Gilchrist - 1863 - 366 síður
...read.' So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. THE SHEPHEIID. How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot ! From the morn to the evening he strays ; He... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 264 síður
...read." So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'da hollow reed. And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear; And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. ' W. Sluice. THE LAST OF THE FLOCK. Ix distant countries have I been, A healthy man, a man full grown,... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 116 síður
...While he wept with joy to hear. " Piper, sit thee down and write, In a book, that all may read." — So he vanished from my sight, And I plucked a hollow...wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. THE LAMB. LITTLE Lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life, and bid thee... | |
 | Gail Hamilton - 1865 - 468 síður
...While he wept with joy to hear. " ' Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read ! ' So he vanished from my sight, And I plucked a hollow...wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear." A native of the 'jungle, leaping into the fine drawing-rooms of Cavendish Square, would hardly create... | |
 | 1865 - 538 síður
...read.' So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. Blake was peculiar in his mode of publication. He engraved his poems, lie surrounded each page with... | |
 | Gail Hamilton - 1865 - 461 síður
...While he wept with joy to hear. " ' Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read ! ' So he vanished from my sight, And I plucked a hollow reed, " And I macle a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to... | |
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