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Let’s read what a schoolboy thinks about going to school.

I love to rise in a summer morn,

When the birds sing on every tree;

The distant huntsman winds his horn,

And the sky-lark 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,

The little ones spend the day

In sighing and dismay.

Ah! then at times I drooping sit,

And spend many an anxious hour;

outworn: last longer than
Nor in my book can I take delight, dismay: concern and distress caused by
something unexpected
Nor sit in learnings bower, drooping: bending or hanging
downwards limply
anxious: feeling uneasy about
Worn thro’ with the dreary shower. something
bower: a pleasant shady place under
trees or climbing plants in a garden
dreary: depressingly dull

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