 LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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...  Littell's Living Age - Стр. 1521871Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...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 it griev'd my heart to think What man has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 272
...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, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 270
...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 it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 356
...reclin'd, 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...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 - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...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 made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...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 - Страниц: 416
...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...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 - Страниц: 416
...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...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 - Страниц: 204
...Philanthropic and Literary, PRINCIPALLY CONDUCTED BY A LADY. HUMAN UNHAPPINESS. To her fair work did nature link, The human soul that through me ran ;...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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