 But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...  The Young scholar - Страница 1201872Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страница
...thousand rallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страница
...thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear. I hear, with joy I hear...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страница
...thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страница
...thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 страница
...thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear...of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy ac my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страница
...thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh Mowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!...many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, lloth of them speak of something that is gone . Tbe Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat ; Whither... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страница
...thousand vallics far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tnlc... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 378 страница
...And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked...same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? 5. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 страница
...thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines wane , And the Bahe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!...tree, of many one, '' A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 828 страница
...realest of childhood's inspirations — but into the chaos of : bizarre, and unintelligible things 1 The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam, Where is it now — the glory and the dream 1 But we esteem Mr. Grote'a account of the critical position... | |
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