 LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove 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...  The food of the people, a letter to Henry Fenwick - Page 5by Joseph Brown - 1865 - 61 lehteFull view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 lehte
...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 that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 lehte
...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 that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 lehte
...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 that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith... | |
 | 1833 - 204 lehte
...BY A LADY. HUMAN UNHAPPINESS. To her fair work did nature link, The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Wadsworth. " There is much in the world to make the heart sad. Much poverty, much suffering, much guilt,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 lehte
...feeling to material things. 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 that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 lehte
...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 that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 lehte
...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-til fts,in that sweet bower. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 lehte
...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. The birds around me hopped and played; Their thoughts I cannot measure — But the least motion that... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 608 lehte
...Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that thro me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Thro LETTER We smile at the child running after the rainbow ; XI" but the impulse and the delight which... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 lehte
...Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that thro me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Tliro LETTER We smile at the child running after the rainbow ; XL but the impulse and the delight which... | |
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