 | 1801 - 450 sivua
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 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sivua
...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...cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland Qrf And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; —Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 sivua
...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 air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sivua
...Oh misery ! oh misery ! Oh woe is me ! oh misery I" 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 clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Burdon - 1805 - 108 sivua
...teach 'the 'hundredth part Of what from thee I learn. WE ARE SEVEN.. A fimple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What mould it knaw of death ?. I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, fhe faid ;:. Her hair... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 sivua
...Creature was she the next day, The little Orphan, Alice Fell! 21 IX. WE ARE SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 sivua
...Creature was she the next da^y, The little Orphan, Alice Fell! IX. f WE ARE SEVEN. * -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 378 sivua
...behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. VIII. WE ARE SEVEN. - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 sivua
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 | 1826 - 638 sivua
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A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? 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. She had... 
