 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 σελίδες
...SENT BY MY LITTLE BOY TO THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ARB ADDRESSED. It is the first mild day of March r Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 σελίδες
...House, and sent ly my little boy to the person to -aihom they are addressed. It is dse first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 σελίδες
...House, and sent by my little boy to the person to vffsom they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) i Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 σελίδες
...House, and sent by my little boy to tlie person to inborn they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 σελίδες
...house and sent by my little boy to the person to whom they are ^addressed. FT' is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast...from the tall larch That stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 σελίδες
...House, and sent by my little Boy to the person to whom they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Laroh That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 σελίδες
...House, and sent by my iitile Boy to lie Person to whom they are addressed. IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 σελίδες
...House, md sent by my little Boy to If* Person to whom they are addressed. IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 σελίδες
...what he himself creates; he sympathizes only with what can enter into no competition with him, with " the bare trees and mountains bare, and grass in the green field." He sees nothing but himself and the universe. He hates all greatness and all pretentions to it, whether... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1902 - 558 σελίδες
...recollections. No cypress-grove loads his verse with perfumes : but his imagination lends " a sense of joy " To the bare trees and mountains bare, And grass in the green field." No storm, no shipwreck startles us by its horrors : but the rainbow lifts its head in the cloud, and... | |
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IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass... 
