 IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast 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...  Notes and Queries - Сторінка 811901Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 стор.
...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 - 1815 - 416 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1902 - 558 стор.
...recollections. No cypress-grove loads his verse with perfumes : but his imagination lends " a sense of joy " To the bare trees and mountains bare, And grass in the green field." No storm, no shipwreck startles us by its horrors : but the rainbow lifts its head in the cloud, and... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 стор.
...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 resign;... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 стор.
...Each minute sweeter than before. The redbreast 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. Love, now an universal birth. From heart to heart is stealing ; From earth to man ; from man to earth.... | |
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