 | 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 they made, It seem'da... | |
 | 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 they made, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 էջ
...'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 thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread' out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And... | |
 | 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 which they made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 էջ
...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. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I must think, do all I can,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 էջ
...And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 էջ
...And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...thrill of pleasure. 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. If I... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 էջ
...And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 էջ
...much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...thrill of pleasure. 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 corresponding... | |
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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. 
