 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 270
...sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - Страниц: 418
...sweeter than before, The Redbreast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall 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)... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - Страниц: 608
...sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall 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. Love, now an universal birth.... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - Страниц: 610
...sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall 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. Love, now an universal birth.... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - Страниц: 460
...sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall larch, That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the hare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. Love, now a universal birth, From... | |
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IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall 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... 
