 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...things. — If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft. In darkness, and amid the many shape* Of joyless day-light, when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have 1 turned to thce, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through UM woods, How often has my spirit turned to... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - Страниц: 432
...of things. Though absent long, If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness, and, amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light, when the fretful...my heart, How oft in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with... | |
 | 1833 - Страниц: 742
...much of the book by heart. For myself I assure you that when — to use his own beautiftd words — " When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart." there is, certainly, no modern writer to whose pages I have turned with such assurance of "meditative... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - Страниц: 596
...see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !' If it were possible to read or repeat such passages too often, we might stop here ; for there are... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 602
...see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !' If it were possible to read or repeat such passages too often, we might stop here ; for there are... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - Страниц: 368
...see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful...heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye 1 Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with... | |
 | 1838 - Страниц: 876
...sea inio the life of Ihmgs. "If this Be but a vain belief, yet oh ! how oft, ID darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the woild, Has hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thce, 0 silvan... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1839 - Страниц: 374
...and lofty regions — for the fresh green places of refuge which it has offered me in many an hour when ' The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart;' and when 1 have found in your thoughts and images such relief as the vision of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | Miss Browne - 1839 - Страниц: 314
...and lofty regions — for the fresh green places of refuge which it has offered me in many an hour when 'The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart ;' and when I have found in your thoughts and images such relief as the vision of your ' Sylvan Wye,1... | |
 | 1840 - Страниц: 368
...see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful...the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to... | |
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If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,... 
