 IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass...  The Diary of a Désennuyée - Página 176por Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1836 - 212 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare...and mountains bare. And grass in the green field. : My Sister! 'tis a wish of mine, Ttfow that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 páginas
...what he himself creates; he sympathizes only with what can enter into no competition with him, with " the bare trees and mountains bare, and grass in the green field." He sees nothing but himself and the universe. He hates all greatness and all pretentions to it, whether... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1902 - 558 páginas
...recollections. No cypress-grove loads his verse with perfumes : but his imagination lends " a sense of joy " To the bare trees and mountains bare, And grass in the green field." No storm, no shipwreck startles us by its horrors : but the rainbow lifts its head in the cloud, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth : — It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason : Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Some silent laws our hearts will make,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense...and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning-meal is done, Make haste, your morning-task resign;... | |
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