 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 頁
...SENT BY MY LITTLE BOY TO THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ARB ADDRESSED. It is the first mild day of March r Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings...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) Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 頁
...dsstance from my House, and sent ly my little boy to the person to -aihom they are addressed. It is dse first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than...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) Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 頁
...small distance 'frons my House, and sent by my little boy to the person to vffsom they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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) i Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 頁
...small distance from my House, and sent by my little boy to tlie person to inborn they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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) Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 頁
...small distance from my house and sent by my little boy to the person to whom they are ^addressed. FT' is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter...from the tall larch That stands- beside our door. ., : , r There is a blessing in die air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 頁
...a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the person to whom they are addressed. It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The Red-breast sings from the tall Laroh That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 頁
...at a matt Distance from my House, md sent by my little Boy to If* Person to whom they are addressed. IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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) Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 頁
...a small Distance from my House, and sent by my iitile Boy to lie Person to whom they are addressed. IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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) Now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 418 頁
...of Thee ! VIII. TO MY SISTER. WRITTEN AT A SMALL DISTANCE FROM MY HOUSE, AND SENT BY MY LITTLE BOY. IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter...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) Now... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 頁
...A SMALL DISTANCE FROM MY HOUSE, AMD SENT BY MY LITTLE BOY TO THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ARE ADDRESSED. asy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now... | |
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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... 
