 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 lehte
...world, Has hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O silvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often 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,... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 lehte
...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,...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,... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1844 - 376 lehte
...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,'... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 lehte
...deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, w, Whether the thing was green or blue. ' Sirs,' cries...night, And viewed it o'er by candle-light : I mark 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 lehte
...deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In iii spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How often has... | |
 | William Beattie, William Henry Bartlett - 1844 - 436 lehte
...impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. " How oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight,...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through... | |
 | Thomas Roscoe - 1844 - 514 lehte
...LLANDOGO — BROCKWEIR — TINTKRN — WINDCLIFF — PIERCEFIELD — CHEPSTOW — BRISTOL CHANNEL. O SYLVAN WYE ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! * * * * Thy beauteous forms, Through a long absence have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 lehte
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 lehte
...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;...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Has hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, O silvan Wye... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 lehte
...Ufe of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oftIn darkness and amid the many «h»p« Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my b.tr How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thw, О sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the »4« How often... | |
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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;... 
