 | Shirley Hibberd - 1862 - 346 páginas
...with the gift of inventing fables. K To her fair work did Nature link The human soul that through ipe ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man...primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." But, alas !... | |
 | John Laurie Blake - 1862 - 236 páginas
...sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. The birds around me hopp'd and play*d ; Their thoughts I cannot measure—- But the least motion that... | |
 | 1863 - 438 páginas
...sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved...sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,... | |
 | 1863 - 982 páginas
...sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man. And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,... | |
 | Margaret Plues - 1863 - 438 páginas
...spring, as Wordsworth says : — " Through Primrose tufts in that sweet bower The Periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air It breathes." And when he wishes to paint the extreme of insensibility he writes : — *' The Primrose by the rivei'i... | |
 | Frances Sargent Locke Osgood - 1863 - 310 páginas
...SWEET REMEMBRANCES. PERIWINKLE. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that treathes. WORDSWORTH. THERE is an agreeable softness in the delicate blue colour of the periwinkle,... | |
 | Henrietta Wilson - 1863 - 220 páginas
...plants must feel it a relief to be set free from these encroaching and overshadowing neighbours. " Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." The pleasure that there is in the actual, practical work of a garden, must be tried before it can be understood.... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1864 - 320 páginas
...sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. " To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man." WORDSWORTH. NCE upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom. That is a short... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 348 páginas
...sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. H Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith... | |
 | Sophie May - 1866 - 212 páginas
...could find them, you may be sure, and looked joyfully into their faces. She could almost say, — " And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." She said, "I don't suppose they know much, but perhaps they know enough to have a good time : who knows... | |
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LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much... 
