 | 1953 - 604 pàgines
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 | William Wordsworth - 1850 - 412 pàgines
...O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty...joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1850 - 388 pàgines
...O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty...joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | 1850 - 544 pàgines
...runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea on the wave itself, And mighty depth of waters. Wonder...joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it look'd Toward the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | 1850 - 890 pàgines
...gladsome air; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave — yea, in the wane ittelf And mighty depth of waten. Wonder not If high the transport, great the joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | University magazine - 1850 - 794 pàgines
...air; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave — yea, I'M the wave itself And mighty depth of waten. Wonder not If high the transport, great the joy I felt, Communing hi this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated... | |
 | 1851 - 1220 pàgines
...Oe'r all ihnt leaps and run*, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty...joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pàgines
...O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air; o'er all that glides end, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
 | 1851 - 518 pàgines
...O'er all that leaps, and runs, and shouts, and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty...joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration,... | |
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O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty depth of waters. 
