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Read by Niall Buggy
Imagine a woodin Wales, virtually in Englanda mile away as crows who nest in it fly. The wood is small and scruffy.Sheep can…
Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time, Love, sweet Love, was thought a crime!…
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what…
All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan,…
Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor; And Mercy no more could be If all were as…
In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her Maker meek;…
The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The…
Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream &…
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel…
Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow, Near my bosom….
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh…
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,– Merrily, Merrily merrily, to…