...in a grove I sat reclin'd, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air...

...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...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." But, alas ! the learned in the lore of flowers attach to thy blossoms the idea of remorse. There is...

...in a grove I sat 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...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...

...in a grove I sat 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...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,...

...its cheerful blossoms seem to welcome and rejoice in the return of spring, as Wordsworth says : — " Through Primrose tufts in that sweet bower The Periwinkle...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...

...Than once accuse the innocent, Or let suspicion mar repose. F. s. a SWEET REMEMBRANCES. PERIWINKLE. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...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,...

...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...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...

...in a grove I sat 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...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...

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...a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mox>d when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air...