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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pet-Lamb, The: A Pastoral Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; <br>I heard a voice; it said, &quot;Drink, pretty creature, drink!&quot; <br>And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied <br>A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone, <br>And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; <br>With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, <br>While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, <br>Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure <br>shook. <br>&quot;Drink, pretty creature, drink,&quot; she said in such a tone <br>That I almost received her heart into my own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! <br>I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair. <br>Now with her empty can the Maiden turned away: <br>But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place <br>I unobserved could see the workings of her face: <br>If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring, <br>Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord? <br>Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? <br>Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; <br>Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? <br>Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: <br>This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers; <br>And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, <br>This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; <br>For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear, <br>The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day <br>When my father found thee first in places far away; <br>Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none, <br>And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home: <br>A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam? <br>A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean <br>Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can <br>Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; <br>And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, <br>I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, <br>Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; <br>My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold <br>Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;It will not, will not rest!--Poor creature, can it be <br>That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? <br>Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, <br>And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair! <br>I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; <br>The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, <br>When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky; <br>Night and day thou art safe,--our cottage is hard by. <br>Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? <br>Sleep--and at break of day I will come to thee again!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">--As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, <br>This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat; <br>And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line, <br>That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was 'mine'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, and once again, did I repeat the song; <br>&quot;Nay,&quot; said I, &quot;more than half to the damsel must belong, <br>For she looked with such a look and she spake with such a tone, <br>That I almost received her heart into my own.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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I heard a voice; it said, &quot;Drink, pretty creature, drink!&quot; 
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A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side. 

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