 Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard...  La Belle Assemblée - Էջ 1071807Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 336 էջ
...her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending : I listened, motionless and still; And, when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more." Again, inasmuch as one great duty and labour of the human mind is the attainment of truth hy the logical... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1860 - 136 էջ
...And o'er the sickle bending;— I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, 30 The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. THE WOUNDED HUSSAE.—[CAMPBELL.] Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube, Fair Adelaide hied... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 էջ
...ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd till I had my fill ; And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. W. Wordsworth CCI.I THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 էջ
...her tinging at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened till I had my fill : And, aa I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. XX WRITTEN IN MARCH, WHILE BESTINO ON THB BRIDGE AT THE TOOT OF BBOTHRB'S WATER. THE cock is crowing,... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 էջ
...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listen'd, motionless and still ; And, as 1 mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. WORDSWORTH. JOHN WIMBLE was a fisherman, Whose locks of iron-grey hung down, Curling upon his shoulders... | |
 | Popular poetry - 1862 - 246 էջ
...ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd till I had my fill And as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. Wordsworth. HOMELY JOYS. boy, throw that icicle down, And sweep this deep snow from the door ; Old... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1863 - 314 էջ
...ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened till I had my fill; And as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. THE KIVER. L Amid the rushes green and slight, Beneath the willows tall and strong, "Wave after wave... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 264 էջ
...ending : I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; I listen'd till I had my fill; And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. THE MOTHER AND HER CHILD. As to her lips the mother lifts her boy, What answering looks of sympathy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 316 էջ
...I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. CI LYRE ! though such power do in thy magic live As might from India's farthest plain Recal the not... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 էջ
...I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. CI LYRE ! though such pov-er do in thy magic live As might from India's farthest plain Recal the not... | |
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