| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...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 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 - 270 páginas
...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 in the green field. My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task resign... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...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 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 páginas
...stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, 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 páginas
...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 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 páginas
...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 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 páginas
...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 - 1825 - 482 páginas
...grandeur from the store of his own recollections. No cypress-grove loads his verse with perfumes : but his imagination lends "a sense of joy " To the...No storm, no shipwreck startles us by its horrors : butthe rainbow lifts itshead in the cloud, and the breeze sighs through the withered fern. No sad... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...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 in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield all night Singeth a quiet tune. Tin noon we quietly sailed on, Yet n My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning-meal is done, Make haste, your morning-task resign;... | |
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