 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 strani
...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 ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. has... | |
 | 1799 - 618 strani
...freshening lustre mellow. Through all the long green fields has spread, His firs: sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear...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. * She... | |
 | 1799 - 614 strani
...the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endk-se strife, ' Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet...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. ' -She... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 strani
...fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, here the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life...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. She... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 strani
...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 strani
...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, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 strani
...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 - 1815 - 416 strani
...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 strani
...Through all the long green fields has spread ! Hii first sweet evening-yellow. Books! His a dull ami He has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless — Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 strani
...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:... | |
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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... 
