 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 392 psl.
...of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thojights I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1855 - 268 psl.
...The birds around me hopped and played; Their thoughts I cannot measure — But the least motion that they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven is sent, If such be nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1855 - 296 psl.
...to Wordsworth an idea of the consciousness of flowers. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The Periwinkle trailed its wreaths, And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. Mr. JL Merritt, has some complimentary lines on this flower. The Periwinkle with its fan-like leaves... | |
 | 1856 - 352 psl.
...our mind In their ascent and caше. And Wordsworth — Through primrose tufte in that green bower The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith...think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. A PLEA FOR THE STUDY OF THE NORTHERN LANGUAGES. Teutonic antiquity are preserved ; when we consider,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 psl.
...periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every llower Enjoys the air it hreathes. The hirds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot...which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The hudding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the hreezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 psl.
...to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths : And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd ; Their thoughts I cannot measure : But the least motion which they made, It seem'da... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 556 psl.
...hopp'd and play' J, Their thoughts I cannot measure, But the least motion that they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I mutt think, do all I eon, That there wo* pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 psl.
...think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bowors The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd ; Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made. It... | |
 | WILLIAM WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 psl.
...least motion which they made, It seem'da thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their lull, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent, If such be of my creed the plan, Have I not reason to lament What... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 psl.
...it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. WORDSWORTH. YOUTH. Linger yet upon the hour, Of the green leaf and the flower ; Art thou happy ? For... | |
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tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 
