. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . And oft from his warm tire hed to the fields his road would take ;And there, at night, in frost and snow,He watched to seize old Goody Blake. And once, behind a rick of barley,.Thus looking out did Harry stand :The moon was full and shining clearly,And crisp with frost the stubble land.— He hears a noise — hes all awake —Again ? — on tip-toe down the hillHe softly creeps — tis Goody Blake;Shes at the hedge of Harry Gill! Eight glad was he when he beheld her :Stick after stick did Goody pull :He stood
. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . And oft from his warm tire hed to the fields his road would take ;And there, at night, in frost and snow,He watched to seize old Goody Blake. And once, behind a rick of barley,.Thus looking out did Harry stand :The moon was full and shining clearly,And crisp with frost the stubble land.— He hears a noise — hes all awake —Again ? — on tip-toe down the hillHe softly creeps — tis Goody Blake;Shes at the hedge of Harry Gill! Eight glad was he when he beheld her :Stick after stick did Goody pull :He stood behind a bush of elder,Till she had filled her apron with her load she turned about,The by-way back again to take ; He started forward, with a shout,And sprang upon poor Goody Blake. And fiercely by the arm he took by the arm he held her fast,And fiercely by the arm he shook cried, Ive caught you then at last! Then Goody, who had nothing bundle from her lap let fall;And, kneeling on the sticks, she prayedTo God that is the judge of She prayed, her withered hand uprearing,While Harry held her by the arm —•• God ! Avho art never out of hearing,() may he never more be warm ! The cold, cold moon above her head,Thus on her knees did Goody pray ;Young Harry heard what she had said :And icy cold he turned away. GOODY BLAKE AND HABRY GILL. He went complaining all the morrowThat he was cold and very chill:His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,Alas ! that day for Harry Gill!That day he wore a riding-coat,But not a whit the warmer he :Another was on Thursday brought,And ere the Sabbath he had three. Twas all in vain, a useless matter,And blankets were about him pinned;Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter ;Like a loose casement in the wind. And Harrys flesh it fell away;And all who see him say, tis plain,That, live as long as live he may,He never will be warm again. No word to any man he utters,A-bed or up, to young or old;B
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