 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1846 - 302 стор.
...made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. 164 165 If this Be but a vain belief, yet. oh! how oft —...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be bat a vain belief, yet, oh .' how oft, In darkness, and...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!... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 стор.
...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 —...heart — How 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,... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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 tliee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to tliee ! '... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 стор.
...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. Jf as I go.' ' Forbear, my son,' the hermit crie«, To tempt the dangerous glo shape« Of joyless daylight, when the fretful etir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 стор.
...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 among the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 стор.
...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. is on thee, As was witnessed through thine eye The darknesp, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 стор.
...eye made quiet by ttie 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... | |
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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... 
