 In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light ; 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, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro...  The Friend - Página 244editado por - 1829Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...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 —...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... | |
 | 1853 - 442 páginas
...and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ; how oft, In...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 - 412 páginas
...and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ; how oft, In...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 - 306 páginas
...harmony, and the 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...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... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 páginas
...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,...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 - 660 páginas
...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 - 480 páginas
...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 —...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... | |
 | 1857 - 336 páginas
...gladdened by a return of a memory of the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — "Oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes...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... | |
 | 1857 - 452 páginas
...become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the joy, We see into the life of things. Ifthis Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ; how oft, In darkness...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... | |
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