 Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Pàgina 7editat per - 1838Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pàgines
...your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pàgines
...your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning. This sweet May-morning, And the Cbildreo are pulling, 149 On every side,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! —But there's a Tree, of... | |
 | 1835 - 866 pàgines
...jubilee; My heart Is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I fwl — I feel It all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself ia adorning This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pàgines
...adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling, On every side. In a thousand vallics ow shall be thine; No sigh that rends thy father's heart a Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a Tree, of... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 pàgines
...were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines wane , And the Bahe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pàgines
...in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 pàgines
...and caress them, till they perish in their grasp. " This sweet May morning, The children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers." We see them coming wearily into the towns and villages, with posies half as large as themselves. We... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel — I 'feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were...Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear — with joy I hear ! But there's a tree, of... | |
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