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Like beasts that prey with tooth and claw ...

Nay, they

Must slay to live, but what excuse had I?

Francis Brett Young

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Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,

By the stream, and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,

For He calls Himself a Lamb.

He is meek, and He is mild;

He became a little child.

I a child, and thou a lamb,

We are callèd by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

William Blake

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Oh! poverty is a weary thing, 'tis full of grief and pain;

It boweth down the heart of man, and dulls his cunning brain;

It maketh even the little child with heavy sighs complain....

A thousand flocks were on the hills, a thousand flocks and more,