 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! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your...  Lyrical Ballads– With a Few Other Poems - 187 psl.autoriai: William Wordsworth - 1798 - 210 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...mellow * Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tig a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland...his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. V And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear...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, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear...wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...Through all the long green fields has spread ! Hii first sweet evening-yellow. Books! His a dull ami endless strife: Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How...wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. He... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 psl.
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has n>reld' His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 't is 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! He, too, is no mean preacher:... | |
 | 1831 - 260 psl.
...Art, Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife ; Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his musick ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings He, too,... | |
 | William Andrew Chatto - 1834 - 228 psl.
...in the woods and by the side of streams, and who first said to me, in the language of Wordsworth : " Hark ! how blithe the throstle sings, And he is no...of things, Let Nature be your teacher. " She has a mine of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless ; Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke, William Henry Channing, James Handasyd Perkins - 1836 - 740 psl.
...we need assistance, it cannot come from man, but from God. w. GE ART. 3.— MUSINGS IN THE OPEN AIR. "Come forth into the light of things. Let Nature be your Teacher." Thore are times when the intellect, like the stomach, is sated mid loathes its common food; when those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 464 psl.
...freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear...of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sino-s ! O He, too, is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.... | |
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