 The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Стр. 21авторы: William Wordsworth - 1840Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor old man so long And vainly had endeavour'd. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and...coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, SHEWING HOW THE ART OF LYING MAY Bfl TAUGHT. 1 have... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 272
...right gladly he Received my proffer'd aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor old man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. 91 LINES -Jfritltn in early Spring. I heard a thousand blended notes,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...gladly he Received my proffer' d aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. 89 The NIGHTINGALE. Written in April, 17Q8. No cloud, no relique of the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 280
...right gladly he Received my proffer'd aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. The NIGHTINGALE. Written in April, 1798. No cloud, no relique of the sunken... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 356
...single blow The tangled root I sever'd, At which the poor old man so long And vainly had endeavour'd. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and...coldness still returning: Alas! the gratitude of men Has oftner left me mourning. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS, SHEWING HoW THE ART OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT. I HAVE... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...gladly he• Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of... | |
 | 1809 - Страниц: 420
...long, And vainly, had endeavour'ct. The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seem'd to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. J've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning — Alas! the gratüude of man... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning. XIV. ANDREW JONES. I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...right gladly he Received my proffered aid. I struck, and with a single blow The tangled root I severed, At which the poor Old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured....coldness still returning. Alas ! the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning. 123 XIV. ANDREW JONES. I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children... | |
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