 | Country life - 1873 - 160 էջ
...valley-side, Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice, Half happy, half afraid ? O blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence, The sterner...manhood melt away Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams. Wilson. • BIRDS. YE Birds that fly through the fields of air, What lessons of wisdom and truth ye... | |
 | John Wilson - 1874 - 586 էջ
...valley-side Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice, Half happy, half afraid! O blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence, The sterner...ambitious; the disturbing sound Of fame, and all that -worshipped pageantry That ardent spirits burn for in their pride, Fly like disparting clouds, and... | |
 | Frederick Edward Hulme - 1877 - 270 էջ
...subject.191 " 0 blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence, The sterner thoughts of mankind melt away Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams. The strife of working intellect, the stir Of hope's ambitions, the disturbing sound Of fame, and all that worshipped pageantry That ardent spirits... | |
 | Mary Frederica P. Dunbar - 1883 - 416 էջ
...working intellect, the stir Of hope's ambitions, the disturbing sound Of fame, and all that worshipped pageantry That ardent spirits burn for in their pride,...soul Pure and serene as the blue depths of heaven. WILSON. How little do they see what is, who frame Their hasty judgment upon that which seems. Waters... | |
 | Charles Rufus Skinner - 1890 - 528 էջ
...valley side, Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice. Half happy, half afraid ! О blessed things! At sight of this your perfect innocence. The sterner...manhood melt away Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams. WILSON. 1 84 ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL. ALL things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small, All... | |
 | John Wilson - 1896 - 576 էջ
...valley-side Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice, Half happy, half afraid ! O blessed things ! At sight of this your perfect innocence, The sterner...ambitious ; the disturbing sound Of fame, and all that worshipped pageantry That ardent spirits burn for in their pride, Fly like disparting clouds, and leave... | |
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As ye do now, unwearied choristers, Till the land ring with joy. Yet are ye not, Sporting in tree and air, more beautiful Than the young lambs, that from the valley-side Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice, Half happy, half afraid ! O blessed... 
