...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 jo; I hear 1 — But there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon ; Both of...

...are pulling, 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 : —...looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is goue : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam 1 Where...

...children are pulling 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 :—...a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...

...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 :...there's a Tree of many, one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them spenk of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...

...reading this marvellous Ode to friends, of omitting one or two ' passages, especially that — — " But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam. 1 Where is it now, the glory and the dream j" 'lest I should bo rendered ridiculous, being unable to...

...children are pulling 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 I hear ! — But there 'sa tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something...

...I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had...

...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 :...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam 1 Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The Soul that...

...sweet May-morning, And the children are culling On every side, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm :...tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam i Where is it now, the glory and the dream 1 Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The soul that...

...words which the reader justly regarded as the central clue to the poet's magnificent creation:— ' But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...