 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 páginas
...him, blind as he is ! — all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile That tall Man, a Giant in bulk and in height, Not...There's a Cripple who leans on his Crutch ; like a Towa That long has lean'd forward, leans hour after hour ! — A Mother, whose Spirit in fetters is... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 páginas
...him, blind as he is ! — all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall Man, a Giant in bulk and in height, Not...who leans on his Crutch; like a Tower That long has lean'd forward, leans hour after hour ! — A Mother, whose Spirit in fetters is bound, While she dandles... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 páginas
...him, blind as he is ! — all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall Man, a Giant in bulk and in height, Not...! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. 332 There's a Cripple who leans on his Crutch; like a Tower That long has lean'd forward, leans hour... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 páginas
...him, blind as he is ! — - all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall Man, a Giant in bulk and in height, Not...! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. Mark that Cripple who leans on his Crutch ; like a Tower That long has leaned forward, leans hour after... | |
 | Poetic gleanings - 1827 - 182 páginas
...for him, blind as he is ! all the while, If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not...! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. THE OAK AND TH E BROOM. 83 There's a cripple who leans on his crutch ; like a tower That long has lean'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 páginas
...himself still, if he would ? oh, not he ! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. Mark that Cripple who leans on his Crutch; like a Tower That long has leanedforward, leans hour after hour ! — That Mother, whose Spirit in fetters is bound, While she... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...him, blind as he is! — all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. s? It should be thus, at an age like thine ; And it...feeling and heart were mine, As they never more can be : stiri in him like wind through a tree. There's a Cripple who leans on his Crutch ; like a Tower That... | |
 | 1834 - 358 páginas
...had taken possession of the churches. » If they speak, 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not...! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. Mark that cripple, who leans on his crutch, like a tower That long has lean'd forward, leans hour after... | |
 | Albany Fonblanque - 1837 - 402 páginas
...persons passing by in carriages exclaim, how absurd and " out of all character" it appears, to see — " That tall man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight." The remark is, they had much better be at work than so foolishly delighted by that squeaking fiddle.... | |
 | Albany Fonblanque - 1837 - 408 páginas
...himself still, if he would ? Oh, not he ! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. Mark that cripple, who leans on his crutch, like a tower That long has leaned forward, leans hour after hour ! — That mother whose spirit in fetters is bound, While she dandles the babe in her arms to the sound.... | |
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That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; Can he keep himself still, if he would ? oh, not he ! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. 
