 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 страници
...III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabors sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief ;...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... | |
 | Evenings - 1860 - 386 страници
...glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Iambs bound Aa to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought...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... | |
 | 1860 - 966 страници
...sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound Aa to the tabor's sound, To me alone there camp a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay, Land and вса, Give themselves up... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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 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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 страници
...glorious birth; But yet I know, wnere'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 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... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 страници
...a 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...trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the seasons wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 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 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... | |
 | 1863 - 982 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...grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 страници
...is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed a glory from the earth. Now while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while...sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets... | |
 | English poetry - 1865 - 410 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 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... | |
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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... 
