 | Yee Chiang - 2003 - 228 pàgines
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 | Yee Chiang - 2003 - 226 pàgines
...thoughts I cannot measure — But the least motion which they made — It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from Heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What Man... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 pàgines
...Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. 20 If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 2003 - 56 pàgines
...thev madeIt seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the bree/v air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man... | |
 | Lene Østermark-Johansen - 2003 - 182 pàgines
...that he 'cannot measure' the thoughts of the birds around him (a strange thought, this) thinking that 'I must think, do all I can,/ That there was pleasure there,' troubled as he is that he 'these thoughts may not prevent ' ; there is the curious opacity of just... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 pàgines
...thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man... | |
 | James B. Twitchell - 2004 - 336 pàgines
...thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man... | |
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It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. 
