 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 стор.
...Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand rallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 стор.
...Cbildreo are pulling, 149 On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 стор.
...Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 стор.
...Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy ac my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 стор.
...Children are pulling, Ou every tide, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh Mowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, lloth of them speak of something that is gone . Tbe Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat ; Whither... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 стор.
...Children are pulling, On every side. In a thousand vallics far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tnlc... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 378 стор.
...And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked...same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? 5. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 стор.
...children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's...there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | Elizabeth Palmer Peabody - 1836 - 262 стор.
...exclaimed, what a succession of beautiful pictures ! All full of life ; said Mr. Alcolt ; and he went on But there's a Tree of many one, A single Field which...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ; Where is it now, the glory and the dream? When he had read these lines, he said : was that a thought... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide. Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The soul that... | |
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But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? 
