 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
 | Mike Darigan - 2004 - 266 էջ
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 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 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. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 էջ
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 | Mary Neasham - 2007 - 214 էջ
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 | Darren J. N. Middleton - 2005 - 288 էջ
...living cells) are at least proto-sentient. As Wordsworth puts the Kazantzakian point: "The budding twigs spread out their fan, / To catch the breezy...think, do all I can, / That there was pleasure there." 8 I take it that these "twigs" provide a metaphorical way to refer to the animated, dynamic parts of... | |
 | Patrick J. Keane - 2005 - 575 էջ
...and — watching the "budding twigs spread out their fan, /To catch the breezy air" — he insists, "I must think, do all I can, /That there was pleasure there" (1 1-12, 17-20). In his own poem, whose title (derived from the German Romantics) means "forest solitude,"... | |
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