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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... "
Songs of Three Centuries - 97. oldal
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Poems, in Two Volumes,

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 oldal
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep, 14*...

Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on ..., 2. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 oldal
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, 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...

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

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...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...steep, — 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...

Poems, 2. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, — 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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 oldal
...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...steep, 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...

Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired ...

Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 oldal
...while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to mo from the fields of sleep,, And...

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - 368 oldal
...glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, 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...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 oldal
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there...steep ; 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...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 oldal
...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...steep ; 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...

Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.

Childhood - 1841 - 384 oldal
...a glory from the earth. in. Now. while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there...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...




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