 And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...  Blackwood's Magazine - 528. oldal1851Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | James Russell Lowell - 1880 - 662 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'ernm With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1880 - 288 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt, like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Susan Bogert Warner - 1880 - 460 oldal
...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun m its chalice. And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. " 1\/TRS- CAXTON," said Mr. Rhys the next morning, when iVJ. half the breakfast had been passed in... | |
 | Henry Ullyett - 1880 - 190 oldal
...wonderment at the exuberance of life around Tiim. " The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice ; And there's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace." I noted as a fog came creeping from the cast over... | |
 | 1881 - 222 oldal
...valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy...palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun . With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Henry B. Buckham - 1881 - 270 oldal
...in tune And over it softly her warm ear lays: The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never...blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace." LESSON IV. INTRODUCTOKY. STRUCTURE OF SENTENCES, CONTINUED: LOGICAL ELEMENTS. 1. So far words only... | |
 | Anna Bartlett Warner - 1881 - 392 oldal
...the murmur of life and action and summer joy. ' The cowslip Hushes in meadows green, The buttereup catches the sun in its chalice ; And there's never...blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.' beyond. So still, so peaceful. Surely for this one clay the gates of the temple of Janus are shut.... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1881 - 514 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'crrun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - 1108 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there 's never a leaf nor p X Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | John Nichol - 1882 - 492 oldal
...; ( ! ) Thrilling back over hills and valleys The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice; And there's never...blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace." If we turn the page, in the same Vision of Sir Launfal, to the picture of the grim old castle, which... | |
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