 And all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which I, wherever thou art met, To thee am owing; An instinct call it, a blind sense; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going.  The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June-vol.6, March - Sivu 4751864Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 sivua
...thee press The ground, as if in thankfulness Without some feeling, more or less, Of true devotion. And all day long I number yet. All seasons through...Coming one knows not how nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And chearful when the day's... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. And all day long I number yet, All seasons through,...Coming one knows not how nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the day's... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. And all day long I number yet, All seasons through,...Which I, wherever thou art met, To thee am owing; 238 An instinct call it, a blind sense ; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how nor whence,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. D 2 And all day long I number yet, All seasons through,...one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the day's... | |
 | Elizabeth Kent - 1823 - 498 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. " And all day long I number yet, All seasons through,...Coming one knows not how nor whence, Nor whither going. " Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the... | |
 | 1823 - 696 sivua
...yet, All season) through, another debt, Which I, wherever tbou art met, To thee am owing ; An in-tim t call it, a blind sense ; A happy genial influence,...Coming one knows not how nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the day's... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 sivua
...oppresl Thou sink's!, ihe image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. And all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which 1, wherever thou art met, To thee am owmp ; An instinct call it, a blind sense ; A happy genial influence,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. And all day long I number yet, All seasons through,...one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year ! that round dost run Thy course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the day... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 sivua
...image of thy rent Hath often cased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. And all day long I number ret, And then she went away. So in the church-yard she...brother John and I. And when the ground was white with whem-c, Nor whither going. Child of the Year! that round do*t run Thy course, bold lover of the sun.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 sivua
...opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness. Aud all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which I, wherever tbou art met, To thec am owing; An instinct call it, a bliud sense; A happy, genial influence, Comiug... | |
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