 It is the first mild day of March: 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 of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass...  Kidd's Own Journal - Pagina 1091854Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 - 1815 - 416 pagini
...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, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 pagini
...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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