CONVALESCENCE. SEE the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again. The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To... Popular poems, selected by E. Parker - Seite 225von Elizabeth Parker (editor.) - 1841Vollansicht
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Cecil Victor Deane - 1967 - 145 Seiten
...and truth than in the unfinished Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude: The meanest flowret of the vale The simplest note that swells the gale...sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise. Here the touch is almost Wordsworthian, though there is also, in the string of personified abstractions...