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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. "
The Quarterly Review - Էջ 188
խմբագրել է - 1853
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Հատոր 1

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 էջ
...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,...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In ..., Թողարկում 356,Հատոր 1

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Poems, Հատոր 2

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The North American Review, Հատոր 18

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 էջ
...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...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

Flora Domestica: Or, The Portable Flower-garden : with Directions for the ...

Elizabeth Kent - 1825 - 516 էջ
...and flowers best. " Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." WORDSWORTH. The Madagascar Perwinkle is a beautiful plant, with an upright stem, three or four feet...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The United States Literary Gazette, Հատոր 1

1825 - 412 էջ
...faith of Wordsworth. Through primrose banks, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle twined 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...
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