 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pagini
...more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yetj The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pagini
...more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness ef a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-horn day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that hlows can give Thought!"... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 pagini
...the brooks which down their channels fret, The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can gjve Thoughts... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagini
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-bom day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
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To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a... 
