 | 1855 - 458 pàgines
...intrinsic grace." Methought the polished Scissors blushed To have said so much, — and all was hushed. WK ARE SEVEN. - A SIMPLE child, That lightly draws its...was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair and very fair, " Sisters and brothers, little maid,* How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And... | |
 | Select poetry - 1855 - 80 pàgines
...freedom and in joy. "WE ARE SEVEN." A SIMPLE child, dear brother Jem, That lightly draws its breath, That feels its life in every limb— What should it know...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 Henry Furness - 1855 - 318 pàgines
...I then?" In the exuberauce and joy of living, it is not in him to conceive of his ceasing to be, " A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And...its life in every limb, What should it know of death ?" asks the religious poet of our age, who, in his immortal ode, entitled, " Intimations of Immortality... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1856 - 538 pàgines
...regain; Dear shalt thou be to future men As in old time;—thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its...old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pàgines
...through the dreadful sl;ade. ADDISOK WE ABE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child, That lightly draws its breath, That feels its life in every limb, What should it know...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,... | |
 | W. B. Clark - 1856 - 160 pàgines
...peculiar style, he makes a little cottage girl give expression to this affecting sentiment : — " 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/ ehe said, And... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 pàgines
...Child is father of the Man.* Lucy Gray. St. 2. The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door. We are Seven. A simple Child, That lightly draws its...its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? The Pet Lamb. Drink, pretty creature, drink. The Brothers. Until a man might travel twelve stout... | |
 | Poetry Book, Poetry book - 1856 - 136 pàgines
...Laughing to think, in its fearful fun, How little of mischief it had done. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE Child, 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,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 pàgines
...be admonish'd by his grave, And think, and fear ! WE AIIE 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 fair,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 pàgines
...than to admit the notion of death as a state applicable to my own being. I have said elsewhere— * A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And...its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? * " We are Seven," see page 11, ante.' "But it was not so much from the source of animal vivacity... | |
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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. 
