 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 страници
...has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 страници
...hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread' out...breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there wa* pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent,. If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 страници
...made of man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 страници
...periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not .prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 страници
...has made of man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 страници
...it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 страници
...it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made. It... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 страници
...it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith,...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. The corresponding impressions of natural objects on the human soul, are illustrated in the four verses,... | |
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tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 
