 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 str.
...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...beatings of my 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 str.
...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...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 str.
...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 - 308 str.
...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 — In darkness and amid the many shapes...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the baatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 str.
...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 amid the many shapes...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!... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 str.
...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...the beatings of my 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 str.
...joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darknesp, Helvellyn won thee To confess their majesty ! TO...New-comer ! I have heard, 1 hear thee and rejoice. O turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 str.
...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...the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, Oh sylvan Wye !—Thou wanderer through the woods — How often has my spirit turned... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 str.
...yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shape« Of joyless daylight, when the fretful etir — I was answered, an' please your honour, that...no servant with him ; that he had come to the inn turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How often has шу spirit turned... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 str.
...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...through the woods — How often has my spirit turn'd to thec! And now, with gleams of half-cxtinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And... | |
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In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; 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' the woods,... 
