 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 a rustic, woodland...  The children's harp, or, Select poetry for the young - 78 psl.autoriai: Children - 1859Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1801 - 450 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...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...fair, and very fair, — Her beauty made me glad. Ill " Sisters and brothers, little maid, " How many may you be ?'" " How many ? seven in all," she... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...breath, And feels its Kfe in ever)- limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick...were fair, and very fair, —Her beauty made me glad. 54 " Sisters and brothers, little maid, " How many may you be ?" " How many ? seven in all," she said,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...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...fair and very fair, •—Her beauty made me glad v ' Sisters and brothers, little maid, ' How many may you be?' " How many? seven in all,"—rshe said,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...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...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 psl.
...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 cluster' d round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...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 a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Burdon - 1805 - 108 psl.
...hair was thick with many a curl That clufter'd round her head. She had a ruftic, woodland air, And me was wildly. clad ;. Her eyes were fair, and very fair, — Her beauty made me glad. *' Sifters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be i" " How many ? feven in all," me faid. And... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 psl.
...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 That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 psl.
...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 a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
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