 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
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - 448 pages
...to 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. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their thoughts I cannot measure ; But, the least motion which... | |
 | London female mission - 1840 - 478 pages
...on the crocuses glowing beneath the bright sun, and the poet's dream seemed scarcely an illusion. " And 'tis my faith that every flower, Enjoys the air it breathes." My glance then fell on the delicate snow-drops, whose graceful pendant flowers formed a lovely contrast... | |
 | Robert Tyas - 1842 - 462 pages
...at the edge ; the flowers are stalked ; teeth of the calyx are lanceolate. Through primrose tufls, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths...And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that breathes. WORDSWORTH. THERE is an agreeable softness in the delicate blue colour of the periwinkle,... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 pages
...And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis...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... | |
 | 1871 - 860 pages
...And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis...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... | |
 | 1875 - 860 pages
...on this subject when he said — Through primrose turfs, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd 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 all I can, That... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - 274 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 trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis mij faith lhat crery flower Enjoys the air it breathes.'" — WORDSWORTH Oh ! what a world of delightful... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1883 - 376 pages
...animal life ? So there may be scientific truth as well as poetic imagination in Wordsworth's lines : — Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...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 all I can, That... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pages
...And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pages
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed ita 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 : — But the least motion which... | |
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