 LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING By William Wordsworth 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...  The North American Review - الصفحة 361المحررون: - 1824عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Sophie May - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 212
...could find them, you may be sure, and looked joyfully into their faces. She could almost say, — " And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." She said, "I don't suppose they know much, but perhaps they know enough to have a good time : who knows... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 120
...a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mox>d when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...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...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...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...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 116
...And much 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...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,... | |
 | Mrs. Barwell (Louisa Mary) - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 214
...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... | |
 | Joseph Brown - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 102
...feeling first suggested will in most minds probably be akin to that eudured by Wordsworth when he wrote : And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. But a little reflection would show us that, in applying the words of the heavenly-minded bard without... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Mature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. T*v The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; 191 And I must think, do all... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...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...Man has made of Man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths, And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...in a grove I sat 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...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
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