The Schoolboy: A Poem by William Blake

Reading Time: < 1 minute William Blake: The Schoolboy I love to rise in the summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me. O! What sweet company. But to go to school in a summer morn, O! it drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn. …

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