 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...has m'ade of man. Through 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 272
...made of man. 6-2 Through 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 356
...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. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I must think, do all I can,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...has made of man. F Through 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...think What man has made of man. 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 birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...think What man has made of man. 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 birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...think What man has made of man. 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 birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 412
...the poetical faith of Wordsworth. Through primrose banks, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle twined its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower...catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. The appearance of this enlarged edition of L)r Bigelow's Plants of Boston,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - Страниц: 478
...think, What man has made of man. 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 birds around me hopped and played ; Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But the least motion, which they... | |
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It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. 
