"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."
(W. Blake in The schoolboy)Liège (B)
"When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still."
(W. Blake in Songs of innocence and experience)Sclayn (B)