 | Sharon Turner - 1835 - 470 pages
...think What man has made of man. * 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 though« I cannot measure ; But, the least motion winch they... | |
 | 1836 - 708 pages
...despised lines of Wordsworth, "Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys...catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there waa pleasure there." It is the spirit which whispered these simple, and, to many it may... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1838 - 448 pages
...to think What man has made of man. 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 they... | |
 | London female mission - 1840 - 478 pages
...on the crocuses glowing beneath the bright sun, and the poet's dream seemed scarcely an illusion. " And 'tis my faith that every flower, Enjoys the air it breathes." My glance then fell on the delicate snow-drops, whose graceful pendant flowers formed a lovely contrast... | |
 | Seba Smith - 1841 - 214 pages
...either "a drug," or "too high-flown" to be enjoyed and understood by the mass of the reading public. " 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." Poetry like that, will always find readers and admirers among all classes,... | |
 | 1841 - 1440 pages
...of man. They are too familiar to need quotation : these are the closing verses : — " The Jmdding twigs spread out their fan ' To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. " From Heaven if this belief be sent, If this be Nature's holy plan,... | |
 | Robert Tyas - 1842 - 462 pages
...teeth of the calyx are lanceolate. Through primrose tufls, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that breathes. WORDSWORTH. THERE is an agreeable softness in the delicate blue colour of the periwinkle,... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 pages
...think What 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 it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played ; Their thoughts I cannot measure : But the least motion which they... | |
 | 1875 - 860 pages
...on this subject when he said — Through primrose turfs, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower...catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If anything of this kind exists, how great and grave must be the sentient... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1844 - 452 pages
...cannpt measure ; But, the least motion which they made, It seem'da tbrill of pleasure. The budding iwips spread out their fan To catch the breezy air : And I must think, do all I can, • That there was pleasure there. ' From heaven, If this belief be aent, If such be nature's holy... | |
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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. 
