 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
 | Our life - 1865 - 234 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 which... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 316 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 - 1865 - 318 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... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 116 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 : The budding twigs spread out... | |
 | Mrs. Barwell (Louisa Mary) - 1865 - 214 pages
...the poet must be right who said, "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... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1866 - 408 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. T*v The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; 191 And I must think, do all... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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... | |
 | Sidney Gilpin - 1866 - 594 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... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 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... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pages
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green 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... | |
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