 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...When it is light and fair, " I take my little porringer, " And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; " In bed she moaning lay, " Till God released her of her pain, " And then she went away. " So in the church-yard she was laid, " And all the summer dry,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...is light and fair, " I take my little porringer, . " And .eat my supper there. •' " The first that died was little Jane ; : " In bed she moaning lay, " Till God released her of her pain, " And then she went away. '< So in the church-yard she was laid, " And all the summer,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...When it is light and fair, " I take my little porringer, " And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; " In bed she moaning lay, " Till God released her of her pain ; " And then she went away. *' So in the church-yard she was laid ; " And all the summer... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...is light and fair, " I take my little porringer, ' > . " And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane; " In bed she moaning lay, " Till God released her of her pain, " And then she went away. " So in die church-yard she was laid, . " And all the summer... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 psl.
...When it is light and fair, J take my h'ttle porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that djed was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. 24 So in the church-yard she was laid; And all the summer dry,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 378 psl.
...Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And all the summer dry,... | |
 | John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 psl.
...often after supper, sir, " When it is light and fair, *' I take my little porringer, "' The first that died was little Jane, " In bed she moaning lay, " 'Till GOD released her of her pain, , " And then she went away. " So in the church-yard she was laid, " And, all the summer... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 416 psl.
...Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay. Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid; And all the summer dry Together... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...sir, When it is light and fair, 1 take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the churchyard she was laid ; And all the summer dry, Together... | |
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And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side. 
