 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страници
...glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,... | |
 | 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...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,... | |
 | 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...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng. The Winds... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know,...The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...glorious birth, — But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And...: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
 | 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...: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 страници
...glorious birth ; Bnt yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. in. Now. while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And...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... | |
 | 1842 - 504 страници
...glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely...The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast... 
