 | James Russell Lowell - 1863 - Страниц: 338
...it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, To be some happy creature's... | |
 | 1865 - Страниц: 804
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice ; And there's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. The little bird sits at his door in the sun, A-tilt like a blossom among the leares, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - Страниц: 252
...too mean To be some happy creature's palace. -t The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the egg beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1866 - Страниц: 944
...startles in meadows green, The Buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1866 - Страниц: 68
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1866 - Страниц: 1010
...blade too mean To be some happy ereature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs benenth her wings, And the heart in her dumb... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - Страниц: 588
...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade...palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - Страниц: 508
...; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy...palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - Страниц: 510
...; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy...palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - Страниц: 544
...too mean To be some happy creature's palace. n. The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the egg beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast... | |
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And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives... 
