 It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.  Flowers and Flower-gardens - Page 163by David Lester Richardson - 1855 - 232 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pages
...has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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 least motion which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...made of man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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 least motion which... | |
 | 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, do all I can,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...has made of man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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 least motion... | |
 | 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...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 least motion... | |
 | 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...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 least motion... | |
 | 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...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion... | |
 | 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...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion... | |
 | 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...faith, that every flower ' Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played ; Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But the least motion, which... | |
 | 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...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." WORDSWORTH. The Madagascar Perwinkle is a beautiful plant, with an upright stem, three or four feet... | |
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