...(Tauchn. ed. I p. 246), "written in March, while resting on the bridge at the foot of Brother's Water": The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one. The question naturally arises how this difference in the taste of the two nations is to be accounted...

...of a ball, and so the ship when it has gone a few miles dips out of sight. LINES WRITTEN IN MARCH. THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small...The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On ths top of the bare hill. The ploughboy is whooping — anon, anon ; There's joy in the mountains,...

...winds and storms, whose sullen roar Forbade my steps to rove. From the French of PIERRE RONSARD. MARCH. THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small...heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ? And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The plowboy is whooping — anon — anon ! There...

...of thy heavenly birth, As here thy flowers and birds press on to bloom and sing. A MORNING IN MARCH. cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green fields sleep in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing,...

...Wordsworth's kleinem Gedichte 'Written in March' (Poetical Works, Moxon, 1850, 6 vols, II, 110) heisst es: The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one. Die bekannte Ballade 'Barbara Fritchie' von Whittier (Complete Poetical Works, Boston, 1873 p. 270)...

...by Wordsworth, I may notice an effect of iteration daily exhibited in the habits of cattle : — " The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising , There are forty feeding like one." Now, merely as a fact, and if it were nothing more, this characteristic appearance in the habits of...

...by Wordsworth, I may notice an effect of iteration daily exhibited in the habits of cattle : — " The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising , There are forty feeding like one." Now, merely as a fact, and if it were nothing more, this characteristic appearance in the habits of...

...gone beyond recall. We feel this lack in Wordsworth all the more keenly if we compare such verses as " Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated And now doth fare ill Oii the top of the bare hill," with Goethe's exquisite Ueber alien Gipfeln ist Ruh, in which the lines...

...distance takes a lovelier hne ; And, drowned in yonder living blue, The lark becomes a sightless song. The cock is crowing; the stream is flowing; The small...doth glitter; The green field sleeps in the sun. The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, And at every gust the dead leaves fall, The people are like...

...storms, whose sullen roar Forbade my steps to rove. From the Trench of PIERRE RONSARD. MARCH. TIIK cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small...lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; Tlie oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never...