 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 páginas
...gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear...up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Eeast keep holiday, Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 páginas
...gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear...through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep, 14* And all the eavth is gay, Laud and sea Give themselves up to jollity,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...that thought relief, And I again am strong. % The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear...Doth every Beast keep holiday ; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, them happy Shepherd Boy! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard... | |
 | 1835 - 866 páginas
...the mountain throng, Tlio wlndi coma to me from the fields of sleep, And all the eartb la gay ; Lund and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the...May Doth every Beast keep holiday ; Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me heir thy ghouls, thou happy shepherd boy ! Yea I blessed creature* I have... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 páginas
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 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear...Doth every Beast keep holiday ; — Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy ! 4. Ye blessed Creatures, I have... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 páginas
...gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear...the earth is gay; . Land and sea Give themselves up tojollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;— Thou Child of Joy, Shout round... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoe« through the mountain» throng. The wind« i mm' ( - Cv Z O Joy 364 365 Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I sec The heavens laugh... | |
 | 1832 - 492 páginas
...passed away a glory from the earth. MOUNTAIN MUSIC. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear...throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep. THB VANITY OF LIFE. Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence — CONSOLATION... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 páginas
...knowing from whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves...with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in it ; and when it goes he lets it... | |
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No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May... 
