 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 daylight;...  The Etonian - Pagina 225geredigeerd door - 1822Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 pagina’s
...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...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 - 442 pagina’s
...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 darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless...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 pagina’s
...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 darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1853 - 200 pagina’s
...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 - 432 pagina’s
...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 often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 pagina’s
...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...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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...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 pagina’s
...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 Of...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... | |
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