 | 1853 - Страниц: 442
...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...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beating of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thec, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - Страниц: 412
...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...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beating of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through... | |
 | Woodland gleanings - 1853 - Страниц: 306
...see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, O ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung npon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1853 - Страниц: 200
...eligible roads for ascending the mountain are from Llandovery and Devynock, near Brecknock. RADNORSHIRE. " Oh ! sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Once again I see these hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows now, Little lines of sportive wood run wild... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - Страниц: 660
...the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - Страниц: 480
...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...— • How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with... | |
 | 1857 - Страниц: 336
...the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — "Oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...beatings of my heart, — How oft in spirit have I t«rned to thee, ' 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - Страниц: 424
...the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — " Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, — Hpw oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - Страниц: 394
...pure 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...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,'... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - Страниц: 550
...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 fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings ol my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wand'rer through the woods.... | |
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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,... 
