 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...think' What Man has made of Man.. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I must think,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pages
...The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the... | |
 | Elizabeth Kent - 1825 - 516 pages
...can be allowed for it. In a moist soil, and enjoying the morning sun, it thrives and flowers best. " Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." WORDSWORTH. The Madagascar Perwinkle is a beautiful plant, with an upright stem, three... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 pages
...human soul, that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...'tis my faith, that every flower ' Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played ; Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But the least... | |
 | 1825 - 412 pages
...the poetical faith of Wordsworth. Through primrose banks, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle twined its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pages
...The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys ,the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played ; Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose-til fts,in that sweet bower. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — Hut the least... | |
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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. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower... 
