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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. "
Select Pieces from the Poems of William Wordsworth - Page 168
by William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 233 pages
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pages
...has m'ade of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...made of man. 6-2 Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pages
...'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 thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread' out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And...
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...has made of man. F Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes ; 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...
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...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. • 4 The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air, And I must think, do all I can,...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two ..., Issue 356, Volume 1

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pages
...And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And 'tis...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...
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Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...And much 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...thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If I...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...And much 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...faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. 117 The birds around me hopped and played: Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion...
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The North American Review, Volume 18

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1824 - 478 pages
...much 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...thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. The corresponding...
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