 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 pages
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. WORDSWORTH. YOUTH. Linger yet upon the hour, Of the green leaf and the flower ; Art thou happy ? For... | |
 | Robert Tyas - 1859 - 472 pages
...Barwinck ; Pol. Singron; Dan. Through primrose tufts, in that §weet bower, The Periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that breathes. WOEDSWOETH THIS pretty flower is by no means common in a wild state, though occasionally... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 pages
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower The periwinkle trailed 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... | |
 | 1863 - 568 pages
...gratings in Magdalene walk ; I have oft myself found much benefit accrue from their society. Watch " The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air." Look for the first primrose ; watch that sticky chestnut bud, held like a lamp over the water, unfold... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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 thoughts I cannot measure— But the least motion which they... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pages
...think What 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 it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which... | |
 | Shirley Hibberd - 1862 - 346 pages
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." But, alas ! the learned in the lore of flowers attach to thy blossoms the idea of remorse. There is... | |
 | Margaret Plues - 1863 - 438 pages
...spring, as Wordsworth says : — " Through Primrose tufts in that sweet bower The Periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air It breathes." And when he wishes to paint the extreme of insensibility he writes : — *' The Primrose by the rivei'i... | |
 | Frances Sargent Locke Osgood - 1863 - 310 pages
...SWEET REMEMBRANCES. PERIWINKLE. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air that treathes. WORDSWORTH. THERE is an agreeable softness in the delicate blue colour of the periwinkle,... | |
 | Henrietta Wilson - 1863 - 220 pages
...plants must feel it a relief to be set free from these encroaching and overshadowing neighbours. " Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." The pleasure that there is in the actual, practical work of a garden, must be tried before it can be understood.... | |
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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. 
