 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pagina’s
...adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand rallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pagina’s
...adorning. This sweet May-morning, And the Cbildreo are pulling, 149 On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines...there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines...speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagina’s
...adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines...speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the... | |
 | 1835 - 866 pagina’s
...were sullen While the earth herself ia adorning This sweet May morning, And the children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide,...And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: I hear 1 I hear ! with joy I hear ! " All our friends, then, will be delighted to see from our own pen, since... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 pagina’s
...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,...of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy ac my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling, On every side. In a thousand vallics ow shall be thine; No sigh that rends thy father's heart a look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tnlc... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 pagina’s
...May-morning, And the Children are pulling, Ou every tide, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh Mowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on...many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, lloth of them speak of something that is gone . Tbe Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat ; Whither... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pagina’s
...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,...there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 378 pagina’s
...were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are [lulling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide,...arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something... | |
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But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? 
