 Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories...  The Dublin Review - Pàgina 77editat per - 1878Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A four year's Darling of a pigmy size ! See, where mid... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A four year's Darling of a pigmy size ! See, where mid... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' Darling of a pigmy size ! See, where mid... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' Darling of a pigmy size ! See, where mid... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1818 - 390 pàgines
...unworthy aim, . ' The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man. Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A four years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 180 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. — Wordstcorth. Sonnet 20, line 9. Love-sick ether. Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds... | |
 | Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 176 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. — Wordsworth. X. Sonnet 20, line 9. Love-sick ether. Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses, — A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pàgines
...no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where mid-work... | |
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