 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pages
...at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand rallies far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1807 - 358 pages
...at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning. This sweet May-morning, And the Cbildreo are pulling, 149 On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. 348 >* Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning ; And the Children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand vallies far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | England - 1835 - 866 pages
...fulness of your bliss, I fwl — I feel It all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself ia adorning This sweet May morning, And the children...In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: I hear 1 I hear ! with joy I... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 378 pages
...is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the Earth herself...In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - Readers - 1832 - 338 pages
...them, and sing over them, and caress them, till they perish in their grasp. " This sweet May morning, The children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers." We see them coming wearily into the towns and villages, with posies half as large as themselves. We... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1832 - 378 pages
...were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are [lulling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy... | |
 | William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...is at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While the earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning, And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide. Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear — with... | |
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On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm... 
