 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 стор.
...1815, and again in 1820, 1827, and 1845. We quote the final revision ; " While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near." Stanza iii., revised in 1815 and 1820, took shape finally in 1827 : " Though babbling only, to the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 стор.
...'Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? • While I am lying on the grass, Thy loud note smites my ear ! — From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near ! 1 hear thee babbling to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; And unto me thou bring'st a tale Of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 стор.
...thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass, Thy loud note smites my ear ! — From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near ! 1 hear thee babbling to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; And unto me thou b ring's ta tale Of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 стор.
...and near ! 1 hear thee babbling to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; But unto me thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, Darling...Bird ; but an invisible Thing, A voice, a mystery. VOI,. II. 6 The same whom in my School-boy days I listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1820 - 636 стор.
...wandering voice. While I am lying on the grass, . .••;;•...„ \ Thy loud note smites my ear ! From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near ! * < The same which in my school-boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1821 - 448 стор.
...call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice. While I am lying on the grass, Thy loud note smites my ear ! From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near ! The same which in my school-boy days 1 listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways,... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 стор.
...thee bird, Or but a wandering voice ? While I am lying on the grass, Thy loud note smites my ear ! From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near ! The same which in my school-boy days I listen'd to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 стор.
...call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? I am lying on the grass, I by load note smites my ear!— ets ! I htar thee babbling to the Vale M "unshine and of flowera, And unto me thou bringst a tale ''f Tuionary... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 стор.
...and near ! 1 hear thee babbling to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; But unto me thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling...yet thou art to me No bird ; but an invisible thing, The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In... | |
 | 1832 - 406 стор.
...loud far off as near. Though babbling only to trie rale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou hringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring I Even yet thou art to roe No.bird : but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my... | |
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Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. 
