| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 стор.
...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 through the woods, How...spirit turned to thee ! •And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 стор.
...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 through the woods, How...my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 стор.
...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 through the woods, How...has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of.half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 стор.
...fever of the world, Have hung upon -the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit, have I turned to thec O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods How...my spirit turned to thee ? And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 стор.
...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 through the woods, How...my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 стор.
...thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Andnow, with gleams of half.extinguished thought, With many...dim and faint> And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The piclure of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure,... | |
| British melodies - 1820 - 280 стор.
...beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thec, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half extinguished thought, W ith many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
| 1821 - 410 стор.
...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 through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of one specious and very common objection to any assertion... | |
| 1820 - 696 стор.
...fever of the world, Have bong upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to tbee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to tbee ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of one specious and very common objection to any assertion... | |
| Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824 - 446 стор.
...fever of the world, Have hung upon 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 to thee ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of "one specious and very common objection... | |
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