 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep, 14*... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страници
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lumbs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страници
...the earth. • Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As (o the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng. The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 страници
...while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to mo from the fields of sleep,, And... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there...steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lamhs hound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there came a...steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 страници
...a glory from the earth. in. Now. while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there...The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep. ?*(> more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
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No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay... 
