 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 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...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | 1865 - 392 pagine
...the mind. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes....think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 120 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...hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 116 pagine
...Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Mrs. Barwell (Louisa Mary) - 1865 - 214 pagine
...the poet must be right who said, "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... | |
 | Sidney Gilpin - 1866 - 594 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...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. 3 1 2 Love, Hope, and Patience, in Education. If this belief from Heaven be sent, If such be Nature's... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 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...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from Heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Edward Joseph Lowe - 1866 - 398 pagine
...The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 't is 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. WORDSWORTH. THIS is a stately fine-looking genus, chiefly from the East Indies, taking its name from... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pagine
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green 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... | |
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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. 
