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" 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 - Síđa 389
1847
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Macmillan's Magazine, Bindi 11

1865 - 516 síđur
...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 íoy to hear. Blake was peculiar in his mode of publication. He engraved his poems, he surrounded each...
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Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other Poems

William Blake - 1866 - 132 síđur
..." 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 bear. THE SHEPHERD. HOW sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot ; From the morn to the evening he strays...
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Chimes for Childhood: A Collection of Songs for Little Ones

1868 - 220 síđur
...to hear. " Piper, sit thee down, and write In a book, that all may read ! " So he .vanished from iny sight, And I plucked a hollow reed, — And I made...wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. W. Blake. (13) THE BABY SOLDIER. OTHER little private Mustered in The army of temptation And of sin....
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The merrie heart, a collection of favourite nursery rhymes, by M.E.G.

Merry heart, Melville Gray - 1871 - 244 síđur
...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 stained the waters clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. M 2IO ROBINSON CRUSOE. POOR old...
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Saint Pauls, Bindi 10

1872 - 692 síđur
..." 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. In these lamb-like moods Blake has no rival. There is a poem of his, narrating how a number of little...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Bindi 16,Bindi 79

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1872 - 826 síđur
...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. In these lamb-like moods Blake has no rival. There is a poem of his, narrating how a number of little...
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Child life, poems, ed. by J.G. Whittier

Child life - 1874 - 300 síđur
...While he wept with joy to hear. " Piper, sit thou 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. — William Blake. SONG OF THE ELFIN MILLER. FULL merrily rings the millstone round, Full merrily rings...
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Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Útgáfa 690

Joseph Payne - 1874 - 390 síđur
...thee down and write, In a book, that all may read." — So he vanish d from my sight. And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained...wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. Blake. THE SNOW-DROP; OR, THE RESURRECriON OF THE BODY. TELL, if thou canst, how yonder flower To life...
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The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].

William Blake - 1874 - 194 síđur
..." 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 SHEPHERD. HOW sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot ; From the morn to the evening he strays ; He shall...
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The Irish Monthly, Bindi 34

1906 - 730 síđur
...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 new note indeed for that shallow, superficial, and intensely artificial age ! The mock pastoral died...
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