 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 838
...has made of man. Through primrose-til fts,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 : — Hut the least motion which... | |
 | Anne Knight - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 164
...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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 610
...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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 470
...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... | |
 | 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 708
...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... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 448
...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... | |
 | London female mission - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...on the crocuses glowing beneath the bright sun, and the poet's dream seemed scarcely an illusion. " And 'tis my faith that every flower, Enjoys the air it breathes." My glance then fell on the delicate snow-drops, whose graceful pendant flowers formed a lovely contrast... | |
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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. 
