 These beauteous forms Through a long absence have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood,...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - 266 psl.autoriai: William Wordsworth - 1882Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...where by his fire The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, 1 have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet. Felt in the blood, and felt along the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the dm Of towns and cities, I haw owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,...along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind, 202 With tranquil restoration : — feelings too Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps,. As may... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 psl.
...where by his fire The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the dirt' Of towns and cities) ,1 have owed to them> 'v , In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...feelings too Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life ; His little, nameless,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 psl.
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Belt in the blood, and felt along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...where by his fire. The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: .But oft,...lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, .1 have owed to them. In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood,, and felt along the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...mind, With tranquil restoration : — feelings too Of unrefcnembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind mun's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of...feelings too Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...feelings too Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 psl.
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft,...too" Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless,... | |
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