 I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Página 233por William Wordsworth - 1854Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 páginas
...mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 páginas
...of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 páginas
...things. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul, that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower ' Enjoys the... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...of man. Through primrose-til fts,in that sweet bower. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis e where men are tempted still To evil for a guard...what in quality or act is best Doth seldom on a righ : — Hut the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread... | |
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