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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child an' the Mowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O AYE! they had woone child bezide,<br>An' a finer your eyes never met,<br>Twer a dear little fellow that died<br>In the summer that come wi' such het;<br>By the mowers, too thoughtless in fun,<br>He wer then a-zent off vrom our eyes,<br>Vrom the light ov the dew-dryen zun,-<br>Aye! vrom days under the blue-hollow'd skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went out to the mowers in meade,<br>When the zun wer a-rose to his height,<br>An' the men wer a-swingen the snead,<br>Wi' their earms in white sleeves, left an' right;<br>An' out there, as they rested at noon,<br>O! they drench'd en vrom eale-horns too deep,<br>Till his thoughts wer a-drown'd in a swoon;<br>Aye! his life wer a-smother'd in sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they laid en there-right on the ground,<br>On a grass-heap, a-zweltren wi'het,<br>Wi' his heair all a-wetted around<br>His young feace, wi' the big drops o' zweat;<br>In his little left palm he'd a-zet,<br>Wi' his right hand, his vore-finger's tip;<br>As vor zome-hat he woulden vorget,-<br>Aye! zome thought that he woulden let slip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they took en in hwome to his bed,<br>An' he rose vrom his pillow noo mwore,<br>Vor the curls on his sleek little head<br>To be blown by the wind out o' door.<br>Vor he died while the hay russled grey<br>On the staddle so leately begun:<br>Lik' the mown grass a-dried by the day,-<br>Aye! the zwath-flow'r's a-killed by the zun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Barnes">William Barnes</a><div class=q>
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An' a finer your eyes never met,
Twer a dear little fellow that died
In the summer that come wi' such het;
By the mowers, too thoughtless in fun,
He wer then a-zent off vrom our eyes,
Vrom the light ov the dew-d..."></div>
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