 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - Страниц: 300
...deep power of joy, We 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...have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - Страниц: 740
...deep power of joy, We 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,...beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - Страниц: 800
...deep power of joy, We 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,...the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods — How often has my spirit turn'd... | |
 | 1853 - Страниц: 442
...quiet by the joy, We 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,...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
...quiet by the joy, We 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,...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
...deep power of joy, We 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...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
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - Страниц: 432
...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How...has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - Страниц: 466
...deep power of joy, we 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,...my heart, how oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods; how often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now,... | |
 | 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... | |
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In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We 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 day-light;... 
