 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that ld firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy 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 páginas
...daylight, when the fretful stir 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 the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! " WORDSWORTH,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 páginas
...us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Ahuost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become...heart — 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 páginas
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the 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 ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee... | |
 | 1846 - 302 páginas
...daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the b;atings 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the 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, 0 silvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 páginas
...mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently...heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! ' If it were... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 páginas
...mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently...my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to tliee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to tliee ! '... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 páginas
...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, anil the deep power of joy, We see into the life of tilings. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft —...oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the woods, 1 How often has my spirit turned to thee ! I And now, with gleams... | |
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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 daylight;... 
