 | 1845 - 606 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1845 - 602 pagina’s
...shooting from the clear blue sky, * Laters repriuted from ' The Horning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, hlossoms... | |
 | 1845 - 602 pagina’s
...shooting from the clear blue sky, * Letter! reprinted from 'The Morning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp.23. 'The The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black...clouds and region of the heavens. Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1845 - 604 pagina’s
...Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocka that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness und the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1845 - 614 pagina’s
...shooting from the clear blue skv, * Letters reprinted from 'The MorniugFoit.' Keadal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, . .....giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered cloutls and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, ',, Were all like... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks...if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospeet of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 416 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks...Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As ifa voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1850 - 396 pagina’s
...waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks...clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
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Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of... 
