 | 1825 - 426 lehte
...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 lehte
...sweet mood when pleasant thought) Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honors, or for...worldly state; Whom they must follow; on whose head mus primrose-til fts,in that sweet bower. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every... | |
 | Anne Knight - 1831 - 164 lehte
...the party, and retired to rest. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. Wordsicorth. THE following morning Mary awoke earlier than usual, and entered the breakfast-parlour... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 lehte
...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. The birds around me hopped and played; Their thoughts I cannot measure — But the least motion that... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 lehte
...thoughts 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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 608 lehte
...thoughts 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 - 1835 - 470 lehte
...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...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Margaret Chandler, Benjamin Lundy - 1836 - 318 lehte
...calm, sleeping, and beautiful sea, forever.* 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." WORDSWORTH. THERE is much in the world to make the heart sad. Much poverty, much suffering, much guilt,... | |
 | Elizabeth Margaret Chandler - 1836 - 418 lehte
...calm, sleeping, and beautiful sea, forever.* 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." WORDSWORTH. THERE is much in the world to make the heart sad. Much poverty, much suffering, much guilt,... | |
 | 1836 - 708 lehte
...despised lines of Wordsworth, "Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed 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 there... | |
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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... 
