 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - Страниц: 358
...go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's...the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - Страниц: 258
...go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's...the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...away a glory from the earth. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lumbs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - Страниц: 418
...That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. 3. Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's...the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - Страниц: 372
...the earth. • Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As (o the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought...the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng. The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...while the Bird« thus «ing a joj ou« «ong. And while the young Lamb« bound A« to the tabor'« sound. To me alone there came a thought of grief:...utterance gave that thought relief. And I again am «trong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season... | |
 | 1832 - Страниц: 492
...But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. MOUNTAIN MUSIC. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep.... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 378
...go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - Страниц: 368
...That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's...the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,... | |
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To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ;No more shall grief of mine the season wrong... 
