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Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?
There stands the Inspector at thy door:
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Mahtab Bangalee 28 November 2020
" Kind words are more than coronets, " She said, and wondering looked at me: " It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." /// fantastic expression
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Mountain Man 28 November 2020
Interesting poem right here...
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Khairul Ahsan 28 November 2020
A Classic confusion, as to what the poem might mean. But this is true: 'Kind words are more than coronets'.
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 November 2020
She took her little porringer: Of me she shall not win renown: For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her down. Very good poem. tony
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Kit Hardy 29 July 2020
We are Seven -Wordsworth 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, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. Sisters and brothers, little Maid, And wondering looked at me. I take my little porringer
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Thomas Vaughan Jones 15 February 2014
Much as I admire Lewis Carroll and his genius, I wish he hadn't called this poem Echoes. Or perhaps, as he got here first, I should have renamed my poem Memories of Different Past or something. Sometimes we are blinded by the name and overlook or forgive them when they drop their standards a little.
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James Mclain 15 February 2013
Pedidihelea it could be confused with here...iip
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Eric Mwenda 15 February 2013
Lewis is all about echoes.. from echoes reboundin in mind born he paints us a picture that is just a memory of clara vere de clara who wears a necklase too big for her that it should have dragged her down..she goes ahead to imitate the elder or maybe herself she is the elder sibling..then she looks at me wonderin(maybe she remembers something she is supposed to do, or maybe she keeps up the play) ..the real question is who was lady clara vere de vere to the author, such that that memory comes to him like echos to the ears
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Udiah Witness to YAH 15 February 2013
One born of common blood becomes a Lady. Truly loved by her Lord Husband to be. And Carroll knew it all along. Sounds like the Lady, took the time to help the poor, even as a small child. Thanks for connecting the dots between Tennyson and Carroll, seems they both knew it and were ready to spill the beans until Tennyson found out the Lord truly loved her.
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Carlos Echeverria 15 February 2012
We're so protective of our children these days...could anyone get away with a poem like this today?
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