 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 trang
...teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn. WE ARE SEVEN. A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 trang
...her cry, " Oh misery ! oh misery ! " O woe is. me ! oh misery !" 53 A simple child, dear brother Jim, 'That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said ; Her hair was thick with 'many a curl That cluster'd round "her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 trang
...SE^EN. A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its Kfe in ever)- limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 trang
...Oh misery ! oh misery ! " O woe is me ! oh misery !" WE ARE SEVEN. A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland Qrf And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 trang
...hundredth part Of what from thee I learn. VoL. I. H 2WE AEE SEVEN. . A SIMPLE child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. • She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 trang
...cloak as man can sell !" Proud Creature was she the next da^y, The little Orphan, Alice Fell! IX. f WE ARE SEVEN. * -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws...its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? J met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 trang
...heaviest loads: to bear; . . ., • .. •- i WE ARE SEVEN.— Southey. A SIMPLE child, dear brother Sim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said, Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 trang
...she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. VIII. WE ARE SEVEN. • A simple Child, That lightly draws...thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 trang
...from before it chasing wantonly The many-coloured images impressed Upon the bosom of a placid lake. dismay. To see, to feel, that dreadful sight : So...They pierced my frame with icy wound. And all that cottage-girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 trang
...That whistles in the wind. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And fi-cls ils life in every limb, What should it know of death?...cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her li in was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, -woodland air, And... | |
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I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head. 
