 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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...heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee ! And now, with... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 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... | |
 | 1853 - 442 str.
...with an 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...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 str.
...with an 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...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 str.
...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... | |
 | 1857 - 336 str.
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 str.
...daylight, when the fretful stir Uuprofitahle, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee,...my spirit turn'd to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguishJd- thought. With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of n sad perplexity,... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 str.
...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...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, — Hpw oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 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 fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings ol my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wand'rer through the woods.... | |
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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,... 
