A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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iong Df ~poll.a.

I WILL teach you ho'l to blow

A silver bOl'll 1 whose notes shall flow

Like woodland eahoea fa.r below ;

And I will teach you how to sing

Sweet thoughts, like doves upon the wing ;

ADd I for you from Heaven will bring

The sacred pipe that ancient Pa~

Before E&rth's silver a~e began,

A& parting gift beatow a on man 1

And I will send thnt ancient aa~ 1

Who dwelt in EJen'a Golden Age,

And he shall ope that myatic page,

Whose golden worda to golden aira

Are set, like heavenly thoughts to prayers;

And I will lead you up the stairs

That wind from Heaven to Heaven, and ye

Shall dwell for evermore with me,

And sh&re my crown of melody.

:Ja ~du !lnnu linns llmi.

A BALLAD.

" 0 W'RAT can ail thee, knight..at-arma,

Alone, and palely loitering 1

The sedge has witber'd from the lake,

And no biru11 sing.

(^11 0) what can ail thee, knight..atrarms,
So ba~gard and so woe-begooe 1
The squ•rrel's granary is full;
And the harvest's done.
,; I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and feveNiew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose,
Faet wither4!g too."