 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 Seiten
...larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 Seiten
...larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task resign... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 Seiten
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 Seiten
...stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare. And grass in the green field. : My Sister! 'tis a wish of mine, Ttfow that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 Seiten
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 Seiten
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 Seiten
...what he himself creates; he sympathizes only with what can enter into no competition with him, with " the bare trees and mountains bare, and grass in the green field." He sees nothing but himself and the universe. He hates all greatness and all pretentions to it, whether... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 Seiten
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 Seiten
...Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield all night Singeth a quiet tune. Tin noon we quietly sailed on, Yet n My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning-meal is done, Make haste, your morning-task resign;... | |
 | Sharon Turner - 1834 - 610 Seiten
...larch, That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. Love, now an universal birth. From heart to heart is stealing ; From earth to man ; from man to earth.... | |
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It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass... 
