 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - Страниц: 358
...more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yetj The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live ; Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - Страниц: 418
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 378
...more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness ef a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Страниц: 412
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Страниц: 336
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-horn day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that hlows can give Thought!"... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - Страниц: 368
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - Страниц: 384
...the brooks which down their channels fret, The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can gjve Thoughts... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-bom day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take...are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts... | |
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To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a... 
