 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 608 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke, William Henry Channing, James Handasyd Perkins - 1836 - 740 pagine
...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...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there." It is the spirit which whispered these simple, and, to many it may be unmeaning lines, that we bow... | |
 | 1836 - 708 pagine
...touch the heart as do the 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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - 448 pagine
...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... | |
 | Seba Smith - 1841 - 214 pagine
...either "a drug," or "too high-flown" to be enjoyed and understood by the mass of the reading public. " The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there." Poetry like that, will always find readers and admirers among all classes, whether high or low, rich... | |
 | 1841 - 1440 pagine
...of man. They are too familiar to need quotation : these are the closing verses : — " The Jmdding twigs spread out their fan ' To catch the breezy air...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. " From Heaven if this belief be sent, If this be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 pagine
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith...thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fen, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this... | |
 | 1871 - 860 pagine
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith...which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure." Or let us take this other : — " He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove. And... | |
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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 made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 
