 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 páginas
...your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss 1 feel — I feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were sullen...Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear — with joy I hear ! But there's a tree, of... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | 1839 - 384 páginas
...them, and caress them, till they perish in their grasp. This sweet May morning The children are pulling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers. WORDSWORTH. We see them coming wearily into the towns and villages with their pinafores full, and with... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 464 páginas
...jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — 1 feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, O' This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and... | |
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 páginas
...were sullen While the earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm :— I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! —But there 'sa tree, of many... | |
 | 1842 - 480 páginas
...in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling, On every side,... | |
 | Robert Tyas - 1842 - 462 páginas
...them and caress them, till they perish in their grasp. This sweet May morning The children are pulling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers. WORDSWORTH. " Wo M.« thom coining wearily into the towns and villngoH with their pinafores full, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss — I feel — I feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were...Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm :— I hear, I hear — with joy I hear ! But there 'sa tree, of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 páginas
...in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were...Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa Tree, of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 páginas
...in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While Earth herself is aJorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Cliildren are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys... | |
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Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all. 
