| D R. M'Nab - 1860 - 298 páginas
...Providence has no more eminent seat than the wisdom of the heart. HENRY TAYLOR. It is the first fine day of March ; Each minute sweeter than before ; The redbreast sings from the tall larch That grows beside our door. Love now, an universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to... | |
| 1861 - 174 páginas
...Disdains not, nor the palate, undepraved By culinary arts, unsavoury deems. WILLIAM COWPER. 74 SPRING. T is the first mild day of March, Each minute sweeter...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,... | |
| William M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) - 1862 - 82 páginas
...eye-language seemed to say, " Peep, pretty maiden, then away! " James Montgomery. THE FIRST DAY OF MARCH. It is the first mild day of March, Each minute sweeter...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,... | |
| 1864 - 974 páginas
...for much of his poetic inspiration, the stir of hie heart, and the excitement of his emotions : — " It is the first mild day of March, Each minute sweeter...The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. " There is я blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1865 - 316 páginas
...now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touched, would melt away. XXVII TO MY SISTER IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 páginas
...now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touched, would melt away. XXVII TO MY SISTER IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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,... | |
| Sidney Gilpin - 1866 - 586 páginas
...to be An unsubstantial, faery place ; That is fit home for Thee! IT IS THE FIRST MILD DAY OF MARCH. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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,... | |
| William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1866 - 408 páginas
...187 TO MY SISTER. VRITTEN AT A SMALL 1USTANCE FROM MY HOeSE, AND SENT BY MY LITTLE BOY. IT is tlie first mild day of March, Each minute sweeter than before ; The redbreast sings from the tall lurch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, "Which seems a sense of joy to yield... | |
| Sidney Gilpin - 1866 - 594 páginas
...seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, 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 ; Come forth and feel the sun. Edward will come with you... | |
| 1869 - 184 páginas
...pass, Or the bubble on the wine, which breaks Before you lip the glass. M. PRAED. | T is the first fine day of March ; Each minute sweeter than before; ' The redbreast sings from the tall larch That grows beside our door. * * * * * Love now, an universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From... | |
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