I HAVE a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
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The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among the hills the echoes play
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That way look, my Infant, lo! What a pretty baby-show!
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SMILE of the Moon!---for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
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I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
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A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,---
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WHILE from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
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BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
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ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
The Moon re-entering her monthly round,
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The peace which others seek they find; The heaviest storms not longest last;
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BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
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I
ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes
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ONE morning (raw it was and wet---
A foggy day in winter time)
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Or, The Solitude Of Binnorie
SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,
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HOPE rules a land forever green:
All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen
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AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
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THOUGH many suns have risen and set
Since thou, blithe May, wert born,
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STAY near me---do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
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O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
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IN youth from rock to rock I went
From hill to hill in discontent
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Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
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The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a "winsome&nbs
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A poet!—He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
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A Rock there is whose homely front
The passing traveller slights
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Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be?
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. --It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
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She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
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Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
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Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key
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Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
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