 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страници
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring f rom an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...lovely yetj The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race, hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To... | |
 | 1821 - 410 страници
...Wordsworth is not a poetical man, but always and exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you bis own words — " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and feats ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie to.o deep for tears."... | |
 | Human heart - 1824 - 398 страници
...marvellous from the wonderful stories you were wont to charm me withal, on your return from school. " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears."* I have now before me many of the scenes of our childhood in all their vivid colouring : I can see,... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824 - 446 страници
...Wordsworth is not a poetical man, but always and exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you his own words — " Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, itsjoys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 страници
...yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears ; To... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страници
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting tun Do take a sober colouring from an rye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath...palms are woo. Thanks to the human heart by which we lire, Thanks to its tcnderae**, its joys, and fears. To me ill.- meanest flower that blows can give... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms arc won. Thanks to the human heart liy which we Ih Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and feara. To... | |
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The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys,... 
