Young Ben he was a nice young man,
A carpenter by trade;
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
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WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low,
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I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
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One more Unfortunate
Weary of breath
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
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It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
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O saw ye not fair Ines?
She’s gone into the West,
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It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
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She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
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A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear, -
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I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
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Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,
And ne'er had seen the skies :
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'Twas in the prime of summer-time
An evening calm and cool,
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The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears
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She was a woman peerless in her station,
With household virtues wedded to her name;
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I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
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Along the Woodford road there comes a noise
Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise
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Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp, And play to me so cheerily;
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
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No sun--no moon! No morn--no noon!
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The sun was slumbering in the West,
My daily labors past;
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Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop,—first let me kiss away that tear—)
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Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,— A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
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Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing, Won by the mind's high magic to its hest—
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A spade! a rake! a hoe! A pickaxe, or a bill!
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Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
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There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,
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I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
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