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首页Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsTHE LAST OF THE FLOCK.

THE LAST OF THE FLOCK.

        In distant tries I have been,

        A I    often seen

        A hy man, a man full grown

        eep in the public roads alone.

        But such a one, on English ground,

        And in t;

        Along the broad high-way he came,

        ears .

        Sturdy hough he was sad;

        And in his arms a lamb he had.

        urned aside,

        As if o hide:

        t he made essay

        to ears away.

        I followd ;My friend

        " ails you? w;

        --"Sy lamb,

        ears to ?ow.

        to-day I fetche rock;

        of all my ?ock.

        hen I was young, a single man.

        And after youthful follies ran,

        ttle given to care and t,

        Yet, so it ;

        And other sheep from her I raised,

        As    see,

        And then I married, and was rich

        As I could wiso be;

        Of sheep I numberd a full score,

        And every year encreasd my store.

        Year after year my stock it grew,

        And from this single ewe,

        Full ?fty ely sheep I raised,

        As s a ?ock as ever grazed!

        Upon tain did they feed;

        t hrive.

        --ty lamb of all my store

        Is all t is alive:

        And no if we die,

        And perisy.

        ten co feed,

        ime of need!

        My pride amed, and in rief,

        I of the parish askd relief.

        thy man;

        My sain fed,

        And it    t took

        o buy us bread:"

        "Do to you,"

        t;o t;

        I sold a shey had said,

        And bougtle children bread,

        And their food;

        For me it never did me good.

        A ime it was for me,

        to see the end of all my gains,

        tty ?ock which I had reared

        ith all my care and pains,

        to see it melt like snow away!

        For me it was a woeful day.

        Anotill! and still another!

        A little lamb, and ts mother!

        It    oppd,

        Like blood-drops from my    they droppd.

        till ty    left alive

        they dwindled, dwindled, one by one,

        And I may say t many a time

        I wishey all were gone:

        they dwindled one by one away;

        For me it was a woeful day.

        to wicked deeds I was ined,

        And wicked fancies crossd my mind,

        And every man I co see,

        I t he knew some ill of me

        No peao fort could I ?nd,

        No ease, ,

        And crazily, and wearily,

        I    my .

        Oft-times I t to run away;

        For me it was a woeful day.

        Sir! to me,

        As dear as my own children be;

        For daily ore

        I loved my children more and more.

        Alas! it ime;

        God cursed me in my sore distress,

        I prayed, yet every day I t

        I loved my children less;

        And every week, and every day,

        My ?ock, it seemed to melt away.

        t to see!

        From ten to ?ve, from ?ve to three,

        A lamb, a her, and a ewe;

        And t last, from to two;

        And of my ?fty, yesterday

        I    only one,

        And    lies upon my arm,

        Alas! and I have none;

        to-day I fet the rock;

        It is t of all my ?ock."
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