 Yet to be come at by the breeze; He did not cease, but cooed and cooed, And somewhat pensively he wooed; He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin and never ending; Of serious faith and inward glee, That was the song, the song for me.  The National Geographic Magazine - Page 721926Full view - About this book
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...groves! I heard a Stockdove sing or say His homely tale, this very day. His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease; bat coo'd—and coo'd; And somewhat pensively he woo'd : He sang of love with quiet blending, Slow... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 372 pages
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 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day ; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease...inward glee ; That was the Song — the Song for me ! XI. THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never... | |
 | James Jennings (of Huntspill.) - 1828 - 528 pages
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 | Garland - English poetry - 1836 - 246 pages
...His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He sang of love with quiet blending, Slow to begin...ending; Of serious faith and inward glee ; That was the song—the song for me ! JOHN WILSON, PROFESSOR OF MORAL PHILOSOPHY IN THE COLLEGE OF EDINBURGH. THE... | |
 | Garland - English poetry - 1836 - 250 pages
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 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 376 pages
...1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day ; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed—and cooed ; And somewhat pensively he wooed : He sang of love with quiet blending, Slow lo... | |
 | Laman Blanchard - Authors, English - 1841 - 342 pages
...spring resembles The uncertain glory of an April day." For " Somewhat pensively he wooed, And spake of love with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending, Of serious faith, and gentle glee." She dwells among her own people, with the prospect of no greater grief than to see, in... | |
 | Laman Blanchard - Authors, English - 1841 - 376 pages
...whose spring resembles The uncertain glory of an April day." " Somewhat pensively he wooed, And spake of love with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending, Of serious faith, and gentle glee." She dwells among her own people, with the prospect of no greater grief than to see, in... | |
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