 To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler! — that love-prompted strain — 'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond — Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Page 177by William Wordsworth - 1885Full view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 pages
...? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will ; Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 pages
...? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will ; Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour... | |
 | 1829 - 418 pages
...Thy nest — which thou canst drop into at will ; Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...that love-prompted strain ('Twixt thee and thine a never failing bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain; Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 pages
...? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will ; Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler ! that love- prompted strain (Tvvixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Thrills not the less the hosom of... | |
 | 1828 - 598 pages
...? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will ; Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler ! that love- prompted strain ('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pages
...ground ? Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still. To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege, to sing, All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale the shady wood — A privacy of glorious light is thine, Whence thou dost... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pages
...ground ? Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still. To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege, to sing, All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale the shady wood — A privacy of glorious light is thine, Whence thou dost... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! ' To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine. Whence thou dost pour... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 pages
...ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring...bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet niight'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the Nightingale... | |
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