Summary

Phebe, the Blackberry Girl

“ When I was a youth, Father William replied,
I remembered that youth could not last:
I thought of the future, whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.
You are old, Father William, the young man still cries,
And life is swift hastening away
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death!
Come tell me the reason, I pray.
I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied
”
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Phebe, the Blackberry Girl

“ Girl Come, little Dog, 'tis your master's will
That you learn to sit upright and still.
Dog Learn must I? I'm so small, you see,
Just for a little while let it be!
Girl No, little Dog, it is far best to learn soon,
For later it would be more painfully done.
”
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Phebe, the Blackberry Girl

“ POOR CRAZY ROBERT Poor Robert is crazy, his hair is turn'd gray,
His beard has grown long, and hangs down to his breast;
Misfortune has taken his reason away,
His heart has no comfort, his head has no rest.
Poor man, it would please me to soften thy woes,
To soothe thy affliction, and yield thee support;
But see through the village, wherever he goes,
The cruel boys follow, and turn him to sport.
'Tis grievous to sue how the pitiless mob
Run round him and mimic his mournful complaint,
[Illustration: Poor Crazy Robert.]
”
Source: Gutenberg

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