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" tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. "
The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions ... - 343. oldal
szerző: William Wordsworth - 1857 - 435 oldal
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread' out...breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there wa* pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent,. If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...made of man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da...

Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not .prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament...

Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...has made of man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In ..., 356. kiadás,1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 oldal
...it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made. It...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Poems, 2. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion...

The North American Review, 18. kötet

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 oldal
...it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith,...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. The corresponding impressions of natural objects on the human soul, are illustrated in the four verses,...




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