 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 psl.
...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The...up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Eeast keep holiday, Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The...thou happy Shepherd Boy! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard'the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The...Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, them happy Shepherd Boy! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see... | |
 | 1835 - 866 psl.
...the mountain throng, Tlio wlndi coma to me from the fields of sleep, And all the eartb la gay ; Lund and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the...holiday ; Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me heir thy ghouls, thou happy shepherd boy ! Yea I blessed creature* I have heard the call Ye to each... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 psl.
...whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All tin- earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of MayDoth every beast keep holiday :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 psl.
...The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The...me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy ! 4. Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoe« through the mountain» throng. The wind« i mm' ( - Cv Z O 364 365 Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I sec The heavens laugh... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 psl.
...strong: The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng. The...the earth is gay; . Land and sea Give themselves up tojollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;— Thou Child of Joy, Shout round... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 psl.
...knowing from whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves...with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in it ; and when it goes he lets it... | |
 | 1832 - 492 psl.
...The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep. THB VANITY OF LIFE. Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence — CONSOLATION... | |
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As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through... 
