Gustave Doré
1798 text
And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work ’em woe;
For all averr’d, I had kill’d the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
1834 text
And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work ’em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
