| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 páginas
...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 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 páginas
...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 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 páginas
...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 many one, A single Field...the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
| William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...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 many one, A single Field which...the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 páginas
...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 many one, A single Field which...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... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 páginas
...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 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... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — ll reflected bright The look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tnlc... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1832 - 378 páginas
...And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked...the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? 5. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that rises with us, our life's... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 828 páginas
...realest of childhood's inspirations — but into the chaos of : bizarre, and unintelligible things 1 The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither...visionary gleam, Where is it now — the glory and the dream 1 But we esteem Mr. Grote'a account of the critical position of the Greek mythology, of leas... | |
| William Hone - 1832 - 874 páginas
...the past, arc all that cannot pass away t Time and care make sad havoc with these aerial enjoyments. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream 1 Youth invests all which it sees and desires with the rainbow tints of fancy; " And by the... | |
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