 tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings i He, too, is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - 238 psl.autoriai: William Wordsworth - 1882Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your bonks, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. has... | |
 | 1799 - 614 psl.
...this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your books) Or surely you'll grow double. • The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...first sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endk-se strife, ' Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life There's more of... | |
 | 1799 - 618 psl.
...toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely, you'll grow double. « The * The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...Through all the long green fields has spread, His firs: sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear the woodland linnet,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, here the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark !... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's bead, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green...yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, here the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark !... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tig a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...friend, and quit your books Or surely you'll grow double. The sun above the mountain's head, A freshning lustre mellow, Through all the long green fields has spread His first sweet evening yellow. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings! And he is no mean Preacher; Come forth into the light of... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life There 's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life There 's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...all this toil and trouble ? Up ! up ! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre...his music ! on my life There's more of wisdom in it. 104 And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light... | |
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