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" The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The... "
Juvenile Companion and Fireside Reader Consisting of Historical and ... - Trang 118
bởi John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 252 trang
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 trang
...least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Tập 1

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 trang
...least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Tập 1

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 trang
...least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread' out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there wa* pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent,. If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not...

Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 trang
...my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not .prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 trang
...least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In ..., Số phát hành 356,Tập 1

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 trang
...least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan. To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Poems, Tập 2

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 trang
...least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 trang
...least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

Blackwood's Magazine, Tập 49

1841 - 928 trang
...quotation : these are the closing verses : — " The^budding twigs spread out their fan To catch tho breeiy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. " From Heaven if this brlief be sent, If this be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What...

The North American Review, Tập 18

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 trang
...least motion, which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. The corresponding impressions of natural objects on the human soul, are illustrated in the four verses,...




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