 IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass...  The New Monthly Belle Assemblée - Pàgina 137Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare...and mountains bare. And grass in the green field. : My Sister! 'tis a wish of mine, Ttfow that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...forms shall regulate Our living Calendar : We from today, my Friend, will date The opening of the year. Love, now an universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to eart : — It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give ns more Than fifty years of reason :... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...regulate Our living Calendar : We from today, my Friend, will date The opening of the year. Love, now sin universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to eart : — It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason :... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 pàgines
...what he himself creates; he sympathizes only with what can enter into no competition with him, with " the bare trees and mountains bare, and grass in the green field." He sees nothing but himself and the universe. He hates all greatness and all pretentions to it, whether... | |
 | 1824 - 624 pàgines
...shall regulate Our living CALENDAR : We from to-day, my friend, will date The opening of the year. Love, now an universal birth, From heart to heart...is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth." WORDSWORTH. APRIL is come — " proud — pied April" — and " hath put a spirit of youth in every... | |
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