 If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — 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...  Quiet Hours– A Collection of Poems - 27 psl.autoriai: Mary Wilder Tileston - 1874 - 182 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Woodland gleanings - 1853 - 306 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 psl.
...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...have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 psl.
...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,...I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods; how often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 psl.
...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...— • 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 ! And now, with... | |
 | 1857 - 336 psl.
...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 psl.
...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... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - 394 psl.
...pure and lofty regions—for the fresh green places of refuge which it has offered me in many an hour when • ' The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart;' and when I have found in your thoughts and images such relief as the vision of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 psl.
...Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.. If this Be hut a vain helicf, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir Uuprofitahle, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings of my heart, How oft in spirit... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 psl.
...quiet by the powei 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,...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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