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 that do often lie too deep for tears. The Poems of William Wordsworth - Стр. 31авторы: William Wordsworth - 1908Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| 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 - 1807 - Страниц: 258
...new-born Day IB lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring f rom an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ;...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
...your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love die Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than...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... | |
| 1821 - Страниц: 420
...exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you his own words — " 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 that do often lie too deep for tears." It would be unfair, however, both to Wordsworth's... | |
| 1820 - Страниц: 696
...exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you his own words — " 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 that do often lie too deep for tears." It would be unfair, however, both to Wordsworth's... | |
| 1824 - Страниц: 446
...exclusively a Poet ; or, to give you his own words — " 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 that do often He too deep for tears." It would be unfair, however, both to Wordsworth's... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - Страниц: 478
...new born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...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
...severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the...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... | |
| British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Hrookg which down their channels fret, Even more than when...mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms arc won. Thanks to the human heart liy which we Ih Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and feara. To... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1828 - Страниц: 372
...Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting tun Do take a sober colouring from an rye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are woo. Thanks to the human heart by which we lire, Thanks to its tcnderae**, its joys, and fears. To... | |
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