 tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your...  Kidd's Own Journal - หน้า 351852มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - เกี่ยวกับหนังสือเล่มนี้
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 หน้า
...lustre mellow. Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear the woodland...his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light of... | |
 | 1799 - 618 หน้า
...lustre mellow. Through all the long green fields has spread, His firs: sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear the woodland...his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. * And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light... | |
 | 1799 - 614 หน้า
...the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. « Books ! 'tis a dull and endk-se strife, ' Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet...his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. ' And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 หน้า
...fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, here the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher ; Come forth into the light of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 หน้า
...mellow * Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tig a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland...his music ; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. V And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 หน้า
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life There 's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 หน้า
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread. His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life There 's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 หน้า
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland...music ! on -my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 หน้า
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland...his music ! on my life There's more of wisdom in it. 104 And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 หน้า
...lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There 's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher... | |
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