 | Kenyon West - 1895 - 614 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Arthur Compton-Rickett - 1906 - 246 Seiten
...grandeur from the stores of his own recollections. No cypress grove loads his verse with funeral song, but his imagination lends a sense of joy " ' To the...bare trees and mountains bare, And grass in the green fields.' No storm, no shipwreck, startles us by its horrors, but the rainbow lifts its head in the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1994 - 628 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;... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 Seiten
...creates," he writes again; "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" (v, 163). It remained for Keats to draw 181 such images... | |
 | Jennifer A. Herdt - 1997 - 322 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. 59 So the zealous attempt to feel one's way into the... | |
 | Kenneth Koch - 1999 - 324 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;... | |
 | Yee Chiang - 2003 - 226 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. No joyless forms shall regulate Our living calendar: We from today, my Friend, will date The opening of... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 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, 10 Make haste, your morning task... | |
 | J. B. Leishman - 2005 - 264 Seiten
...wonder and all the praise which they excited; lines which may be compared with Wordsworth's evocation of the bare trees and mountains bare And grass in the green field. We may say of such lines, as Beethoven said of his Pastoral Symphony, that they are tnehr Ausdruck... | |
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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... 
