I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
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But to go to school on a summer morn, O! it drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay oh! That was me too!
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William Blake reflects a school boy's mental state under compulsion in his poem...wonderful
.....great teachers are wonderful guides in the lessons of life ★
Wonderful! Good use of rhetorical questions that aids one to seek for the message thanks for sharing.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
boring I was forced to read this