| William Blake - 2007 - 392 pages
...happy Blossom Hears you sobbing sobbing Pretty Pretty Robin Near my Bosom. The Cfiimney Sweeper Vv hen my mother died I was very young, And my father sold...my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep, 'weep, 'weep, 'weep. So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head... | |
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