 | Leigh Hunt - 1844 - 142 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing : — The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scatter'd light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1844 - 314 páginas
...where's the living soul, priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant, or lord, that speeds not to the town t Hence happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads,...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scatter'd light ; Come gleaming up—true to the wish'd-fof day— And chase the whistling brine, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'T is Nature, full of spirits, wnked and springing : — The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattcry light, Come gleaming up, true to the wish'd-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl... | |
 | 1845 - 614 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing: — The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scatterM light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl... | |
 | 1846 - 590 páginas
...scene—in short, sky, earth, and sea— 'Tis nature, full of spirits, wak'd and springing:— The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery light, Come gleaming up, true to the wish'd-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'T is Nature, full of spirits, waked and springing : — The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn arc seen ; And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...where's the living soul, priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant or lord, that speeds not to the town 7 Hence happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads,...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattered light; Come gleaming up—true to the wished-for day— And chase the whistling brine, and... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'Tis nature full of spirits, waked anil springing; The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...striking through the green Of leafy roads at every town (ire seen. And the far ships, lifting their sails of white, Like joyful hands, come up with scattery... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 páginas
...bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'Tis nature full of spirits, waked and springing ; The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks...striking through the green Of leafy roads at every town are seen. And the far ships, lifting their sails of white, Like joyful hands, come up with scattery... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 páginas
...where's the living souJ, priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant or lord, that speeds not to the town t Hence happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads,...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattered light ; Come gleaming up — true to the wished-for day — And chase the whistling brine,... | |
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Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing : The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town ; While happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads,... 
