 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - Страниц: 378
...in the wind. VIII. WE ARE SEVEN. - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many? Seven in all," she said, And... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - Страниц: 510
...SEVEN.— Southey. A SIMPLE child, dear brother Sim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...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 - Страниц: 416
...the wind. VIII. WE AEE SEVEN. • A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" ' " How many ? Seven in all," she said,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - Страниц: 418
...the wind. VIII. WE ARE SEVEN. • A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - Страниц: 372
...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? I met...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...bosom of a placid lake. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath And feels its life o bright, 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... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 188
...girl, She was eight fears old, she said ; Hor heir was thick with many a carl, That clustered round h?r head. She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her face was fair, and very fair, Her beauty matte me glad! Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - Страниц: 516
...Shakspeare and Milton. WE ABE SEVEN. -A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...of Heaven and Home ! WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...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,... | |
 | Flowers - 1835 - Страниц: 174
...burst the gloom. LV. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met...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,... | |
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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... 
