 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 страници
...Though mute, of all things blending into one. The THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass Trossachs But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his...watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,rivers,and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouched,unbreathedupon. Thrice happy quest, If... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1835 - 376 страници
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. V. THE TROSACHS. THERE 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...morning grass, Withered at eve. From scenes of art that chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | 1838 - 332 страници
...upright, Because we sometimes walk on two ! I hate the imitating crew." GAY. THE TROSACHS. THERE 's not a nook within this solemn pass, But were an apt...summer spent, his autumn gone, That life is but a talo of morning grass, Wither'd at eve. From scenes of art that chase That thought away, turn, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 464 страници
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. VI. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were...by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is hut a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn,... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 страници
...sonnet, entitled ' The Trosachs,' the moral is blended with the description throughout : — ' There 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Peed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouched,... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1849 - 414 страници
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. VI. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by hia summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 750 страници
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. V. THE TROSACHS. THERE *s not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...morning grass, Withered at eve. From scenes of art that chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 страници
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. V. THE TROSACHS. THERE '0 not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...Life is but a tale of morning grass, Withered at eve. Prom scenes of art that chose That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 364 страници
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. VI. THE TROSACHS. THERE 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. Frem scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 776 страници
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. V. THE TROSACHS. THERE 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...confessional for One Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gooe. That Life is but a tale of morning grass, Withered at eve. From scenes of art that chase That... | |
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THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. 
