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Oh , pleasant are the sights they bring In the sweet summer hours : Do you not joy to look at them—So oft like flying flowers ? You do not know , you do not hear , And vet I have a voice , That says and sings all sorts of things , To make the world rejoice ;—My little world—which , tho * so small , Is yet a world to me—Oh , spare me—and I'll tell you why I beg so earnestly . There is another who will grieve If harm should come to me ; We fly together , sport together , Over the sunny lea . And when the shade comes o ' er the flowers , Or when the chill wind heaves The roses to and fro ' , we make A couch beneath the leaves .
He ' s flown to find the sunniest bank For us to rest upon ; What will he do when he comes back And finds that I am gone ? You'll have a love some day , perhaps—Ne'er be they treated so !—E ' en now he longs for me to come—Oh , let me , let me , go !
Mignionette . Did they let her go ? Mary Anne , Mignionette , what a child you are ! Old Ashford . Well , girls , are we all ready to start ? Mary Anne . Yes , and you will give us credit for having made good expedition . Young Ashford . We shall be home before sunset . Mignionette . Good bye ! dear Marl Cliff ; and good bye ! happy Bidford . There is the church , and see there are the trees at the back of the archery ground ! L . We cannot see that lovely Marian Beck ford , S lie is already a part of the past . Mignionette . We have never once thought of the far-famed ' Bid ford crab-tree , ' under which Shakspeare slept ! Old Ashford . I grievously suspect the cause , from the epithet he applies to it . L . What were his dreams , I wonder ! Mignionetle . Of Lance ' s dog Crab , I should think ! Poet . No , it was on a warm ' Midsummer Night ;' And if the poet ' s shelterer yet remained , We there , perchance , might track the grassy ring , Where circled round him , in bewildering dance , Titania and her fairy revellers .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 131, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/51/
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