 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 they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Էջ 2141841Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Andrew Wilson - 1876 - 480 էջ
...every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the bree/y air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there." If anything of this kind exists, how great and grave must be the sentient feeling of the mighty pines... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1877 - 326 էջ
...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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 262 էջ
...cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. ! The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there, i ' If this belief from heaven be sent, If" such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1879 - 390 էջ
...cannot measure :— But the least motion that they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air...pleasure there. From Heaven if this belief be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man ? EXPOSTULATION AND... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1879 - 362 էջ
...cannot measure : — But the least motion that they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY. " WHY, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day,... | |
 | Rose Porter - 1879 - 300 էջ
...nature's heart, sang — " ' Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air,...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there ; ' and surely, if they can feel pleasure, they must feel pain too." And then Lisbeth murmured, half... | |
 | Robert Henry Elliot - 1879 - 346 էջ
...dogs, we shall very likely find that Wordsworth was right. Besides, when he wrote that— The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there is pleasure there, it seems to me he really meant what he wrote. If he is proved to be right some day,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1880 - 330 էջ
...cannot measure : But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air...pleasure there. From heaven if this belief be sent, If such be nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man? SIMON LEE, THE OLD... | |
 | Carl Woodring - 1965 - 248 էջ
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