 IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass...  Imaginary conversations - Page 58by Walter Savage Landor - 1883Full view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry - 1798 - 240 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister ! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Larch That stands beside our door. hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine)... | |
 | Sharon Turner - Religion and science - 1834 - 608 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall larch, That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. Love, now an universal birth.... | |
 | Sharon Turner - Creation - 1834 - 610 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall larch, That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. Love, now an universal birth.... | |
 | Sharon Turner - Bible - 1835 - 460 pages
...Each minute sweeter than before. The redbreast sings from the tall larch, That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the hare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. Love, now a universal birth, From... | |
 | Catherine Grace F. Gore - 1836 - 608 pages
...without motive and without justification. Let me be gay and glad hke all things else upon the earth. " There is a blessing in the air Which seems a sense of joy to yield, To the bare trees and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. One moment now may give us more... | |
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