...a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...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...

...in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air...

...unmanageable name. Wordsworth, however. says — " Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The fair Periwinkle trailed its wreaths, And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that breathes." SPECIES II.— VINO A MINOR. Linn. PLATE DCCCCVI. Reich. Ic. Fl. Germ, et Helv. Vol....

...principles, and the enthusiasm of humanity. There is a deep and vital philosophy in his creed, — To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; as life itself is primarily " an adjustment of inner relations with outer relations," a moving reflection...

...in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that...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...

...plant, it is most abun dant in some parts, and, spreading rapidly, soon covers large plots of green. ' Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes,' writes Wordsworth. Its name is derived from vincio, to bind, in consequence of its tough, trailing...

...in a grove I sat reclined; In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my bean to think, What man has made of man. WORDSWORTH Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep,...

...Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers: A Discourse of Flowers Arnica, bluebell, columbine, and paintbrush "And 'tis my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." — William Wordsworth, Lines Written in Early Spring Moss campion, Mount Zirkel Wilderness i '' ....

...'Lines written in early spring', the second is from Robert Merry's 'Monody Addressed to Mr. Tickell'. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that...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...

...Tintern Abbey' Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. 12800 'Lines Written in Early Spring' And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. 12801 Lyrical Ballads - Preface Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned...