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... breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are ...
... breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are ...
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WILLIAM WORDSWOTH. 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 a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with ...
WILLIAM WORDSWOTH. 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 a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with ...
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... breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful rent . VII . The lamb had slipp'd into the stream , And safe without a bruise or wound The ...
... breath is lost , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful rent . VII . The lamb had slipp'd into the stream , And safe without a bruise or wound The ...
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... breath And everlasting motion ! not in vain , By day or star - light , thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , - But with ...
... breath And everlasting motion ! not in vain , By day or star - light , thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , - But with ...
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... breath can thaw their fingers cold , Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold ; Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded ...
... breath can thaw their fingers cold , Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold ; Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded ...
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