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...pace, " But slow and steady wins the race." WE ARE SEVEN. — A simple Child, That lightly draws his breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should...clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made be glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven...

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...rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink ! Mary Howitt. 35.— WE ARE SEVEN. (A simple child dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...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,...

...SEVEN. WORDSWORTH. A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limh, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage...wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? seven...

...sing this rustic lay, Could tell with self-dissatisfaction Quaint stories of the bird's attraction ! WE ARE SEVEN. A simple child, That lightly draws its...she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clusterM round her head. She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair,...

...this rustic lay, Could tell with self-dissatisfaction Quaint stories of the bird's attraction ! WE ABE SEVEN. — — A simple child, That lightly draws...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,...

...'tis a lesson to our hearts to know With hut one sense the soul may overflow. WILLIS. WE ARE SEVEN.* I MET a little cottage girl ; She was eight years...wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her heauty made me glad. Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " How many ? Seven in...

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...for our hero a requiem of fire ! 42. WE ARE SEVEN. — Wordsworth. A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life...thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. «I> "*«**. r^ss, TVu ' *««, PATHETIC AND ENTERTAINING. 923 And often after sunset, sir, When it...