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... Choice Literature - Página 2301912Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1801 - 450 páginas
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| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...Jim, 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 cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...Jim, That lightly draws its 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 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 páginas
...Jim, 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 cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland Qrf And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...Jim, 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 cluster'd round her head. • She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were... | |
| William Burdon - 1805 - 108 páginas
...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 - 1815 - 442 páginas
...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,...fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said,... | |
| John Bowdler - 1821 - 510 páginas
...Sim, 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 cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair,... | |
| 1826 - 638 páginas
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| William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...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,...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... | |
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