 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 sivua
...Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep, 14*... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 sivua
...Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 sivua
...Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 sivua
...Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lumbs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely...steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | 1835 - 866 sivua
...tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought nf grief : A timely utterance gave that thought refin And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the sterp, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountain throng,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 sivua
...Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 sivua
...the Bird« thus «ing a joj ou« «ong. And while the young Lamb« bound A« to the tabor'« sound. To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely...utterance gave that thought relief. And I again am «trong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, — No more shall grief of mine the season... | |
 | 1832 - 492 sivua
...But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. MOUNTAIN MUSIC. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep. THB... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 sivua
...while the young lambs bound, As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again...steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to mo from the fields of sleep,, And... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 sivua
...while the young lamhs hound, As to the tahor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief, But timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts hlow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes... | |
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No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea... 
