 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 470 σελίδες
...think What man has made of man. * Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail 'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their though« I cannot measure ; But, the least motion winch they made, It seem'da... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 460 σελίδες
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But, the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | 1836 - 708 σελίδες
...not touch the heart as do the despised lines of Wordsworth, "Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis...that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - 448 σελίδες
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But, the least motion which they made, It seein'da... | |
 | London female mission - 1840 - 478 σελίδες
...on the crocuses glowing beneath the bright sun, and the poet's dream seemed scarcely an illusion. " And 'tis my faith that every flower, Enjoys the air it breathes." My glance then fell on the delicate snow-drops, whose graceful pendant flowers formed a lovely contrast... | |
 | Robert Tyas - 1842 - 462 σελίδες
...the flowers are stalked ; teeth of the calyx are lanceolate. Through primrose tufls, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that breathes. WORDSWORTH. THERE is an agreeable softness in the delicate blue colour of the periwinkle,... | |
 | 1871 - 860 σελίδες
...through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;...which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure." Or let us take this other : — " He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove. And... | |
 | 1875 - 860 σελίδες
...on this subject when he said — Through primrose turfs, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 σελίδες
...through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths...thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 σελίδες
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed ita wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys...thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this... | |
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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. 
