 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 WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 pàgines
...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 warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm :- — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there's a tree,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 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,... | |
 | Evenings - 1860 - 386 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 Earth herself is adorning This sweet May morning, And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | 1860 - 966 pàgines
...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 This sweet May morning. And the children are pulling On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide,... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pàgines
...in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulueas 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 culling On every side,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 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,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all. O evil day ! if I were sullen While 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... | |
 | Ellen Luscombe - 1861 - 184 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." One of the tradesmen asked us if we would like to see some beautiful feather flowers which he had just... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 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 ev.il day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling On every side,... | |
 | Frances Sargent Locke Osgood - 1863 - 310 pàgines
...and c; ress 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. WOKDSWORTH, * We see them coming wearily into the towns and villages wiQ their pin-a-fores full, and... | |
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