<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Schoolboy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love to rise in a summer morn,<br>When the birds sing on every tree;<br>The distant huntsman winds his horn,<br>And the skylark sings with me:<br>O what sweet company!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to go to school in a summer morn,—<br>O it drives all joy away!<br>Under a cruel eye outworn,<br>The little ones spend the day<br>In sighing and dismay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah then at times I drooping sit,<br>And spend many an anxious hour;<br>Nor in my book can I take delight,<br>Nor sit in learning’s bower,<br>Worn through with the dreary shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can the bird that is born for joy<br>Sit in a cage and sing?<br>How can a child, when fears annoy,<br>But droop his tender wing,<br>And forget his youthful spring?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O father and mother, if buds are nipped,<br>And blossoms blown away;<br>And if the tender plants are stripped<br>Of their joy in the springing day,<br>By sorrow and care’s dismay,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall the summer arise in joy,<br>Or the summer fruits appear?<br>Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,<br>Or bless the mellowing year,<br>When the blasts of winter appear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs of Experience</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38385" data-title="The Schoolboy de William Blake" data-description="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:/O what sweet company!/But to go to school in a summer morn,—/O it drives all joy away!/Under a cruel eye outw..."></div> </div> </div>

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