LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much... Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 3211871Full view - About this book
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pages
...has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pages
...the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...made of man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...has made of man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart 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... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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... | |
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pages
...the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
| William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
| 1833 - 204 pages
...HUMAN UNHAPPINESS. To her fair work did nature link, The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Wadsworth. " There is much in the world to make the heart sad. Much poverty, much suffering, much guilt,... | |
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