 | William Wordsworth - 1814 - Страниц: 476
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old Bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint, — the grass has crept o'er its grey line ; There, to and fro, she paced... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1815 - Страниц: 558
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path ; There to and fro she paced through many a day Of the warm summer, from a belt of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - Страниц: 452
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old Bench For hours she sate; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint, — the grass has crept o'er its grey line ; There, to and fro, she paced... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - Страниц: 508
...of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre. BYHOU. For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. Pine not away for that which cannot be. WoRD8WORTH. THE PINKER or WIXXFIXLD. THE Vale was beautiful;... | |
 | 1815 - Страниц: 560
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path ; There to and fro she paced through many a day Of the warm summer, from a belt of... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - Страниц: 750
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint,—the grass has crept o'er its gray line There, to and fro, she paced... | |
 | 1839 - Страниц: 446
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint, — the grass has crept o'er it« grey line ; There, to and fro, she... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1841 - Страниц: 400
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint, — the grass has crept o'er its grey line ; There, to and fro, she paced... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 416
...the miry toad, Heedless how far." " On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick ;" especially when a soldier passed by. Still she clung to the decaying cottage, where " • in the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - Страниц: 660
...would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate ; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. You see that path, Now faint, — the grass has crept o'er its grey line ; There, to and fro, she paced... | |
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And, if a dog passed by, she still would quit The shade, and look abroad. On this old bench For hours she sate; and evermore her eye Was busy in the distance, shaping things That made her heart beat quick. 
