 In body, and become a living soul: While with an 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 amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light;...  Lyrical Ballads,– With Other Poems. In Two Volumes - 202 psl.autoriai: William Wordsworth - 1800Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth - 1853 - 300 psl.
...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 Of joyless daylight...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 psl.
...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 Of joyless daylight,...beatings of my 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 psl.
...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 Of joyless daylight,...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... | |
 | 1853 - 442 psl.
...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 Of joyless daylight,...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 psl.
...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 Of joyless daylight,...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 psl.
...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 joyless daylight...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... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1853 - 200 psl.
...roads for ascending the mountain are from Llandovery and Devynock, near Brecknock. RADNORSHIRE. " Oh ! sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Once again I see these hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows now, Little lines of sportive wood run wild... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 psl.
...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How...has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity,... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 psl.
...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 of joyless daylight,...my heart, how oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods; how often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 psl.
...the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy... | |
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