 | 1825 - 412 sayfa
...the poetical faith of Wordsworth. Through primrose banks, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle twined its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That... | |
 | 1825 - 426 sayfa
...of Wordsworth. Through primrose banks, in that sweet bower, The perm-inkle twined its wreaths ; Anil 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The bucUling twigs spread out their I'm, To catcli the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 sayfa
...much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose-til fts,in that sweet bower. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis...hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — Hut the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread... | |
 | Anne Knight - 1831 - 164 sayfa
...from her seat, took leave of the party, and retired to rest. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. Wordsicorth. THE following morning Mary awoke earlier than usual, and entered the breakfast-parlour... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 608 sayfa
...been provided to be, Thro 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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 sayfa
...been provided to be, Thro 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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 470 sayfa
...think What man has made of man. * Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail 'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their though« I cannot measure ; But, the least motion winch they made, It seem'da... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 460 sayfa
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; 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... | |
 | 1836 - 708 sayfa
...not touch the heart as do the despised lines of Wordsworth, "Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis...that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - 448 sayfa
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; 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 seein'da... | |
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I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in... 
