?. Money, O!
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When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few.
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?. Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad
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Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
Beyond the town, where wild flow'rs grow --
A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord,
How rich and great the times are now!
Know all ye sheep
And cows, that keep
On staring that I stand so long
In grass that's wet from heavy rain --
A rainbow, and a cuckoo's song
May never come together again,
May never come [from]1
This side the tomb.
A rainbow, and a cuckoo's song
May never come together again...
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?. When I came forth this morn I saw
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When I came forth this morn I saw
Quite twenty cloudlets in the air;
And then I saw a flock of sheep,
Which told me how these clouds came there.
That flock of sheep, on that green grass,
Well might it lie so still and proud!
Its likeness had been drawn in heaven,
On a blue sky, in silvery cloud.
I gazed me up, I gazed me down,
And swore, though good the likeness was,
'Twas a long way from justice done
To such white wool, such sparkling grass.
?. Nature's friend
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Say what you like,
All things love me!
I pick no flowers --
That wins the Bee.
The Summer's Moths
Think my hand one --
To touch their wings --
With Wind and Sun.
The garden Mouse
Comes near to play;
Indeed, he turns
His eyes away.
The Wren knows well
I rob no nest;
When I look in.
She still will rest.
The hedge stops Cows,
Or they would come
After my voice
Right to my home.
The Horse can tell,
Straight from my lip.
My hand could not
Hold any whip.
Say what you like,
All things love me!
Horse, Cow, and Mouse,
Bird, Moth and Bee.
?. Robin Redbreast
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Robin on a leafless bough,
Lord in Heaven, how he sings!
Now cold Winter's cruel Wind
Makes playmates of withered things.
How he sings for joy this morn !
How his breast doth pant and glow!
Look you how he stands and sings,
Half-way up his legs in snow!
If these crumbs of bread were pearls,
And I had no bread at home,
He should have them for that song;
Pretty Robin Redbreast, Come.
?. The temper of a maid
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The swallow dives in yonder air
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