 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; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...  Sidelights on American Literature - Pagina 308di Fred Lewis Pattee - 1922 - 342 pagineVisualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! •And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pagine
...the many shapes Of joyless day-light, when the ftetful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon -the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit, have I turned to thec O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods How often has my spirit turned to thee ? And now,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Andnow, with gleams of half.extinguished... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful .stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye !" Thou wanderer thro' the woodi, How often baa my spirit turned to thee! 75 And now, with gleams of half-extinguished... | |
 | 1838 - 884 pagine
...the world, Has hung upon the heatings of my heartHow oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 silvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 pagine
...many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft,...have I turned to thee, O sylvan W,ye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished... | |
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