Testo in inglese della poesia. (file.doc, 3 pag) (0 pagine formato doc)
Federica Bocco “The Chimney Sweeper” When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry “ ' weep! ` weep! ` weep! ” So you chimneys I sweep, and I soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his dead, That courl'd like a lamb's back, was shau'd: so I said “Hush, Tom! Never mind it, for when yours head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair” And so he was quiete , in that very night As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Where all of them lock'd up in coffin's of black. And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he open'd the cpffins and set them all free; The down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm; So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.