 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1840 - 378 pagine
...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 fever...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,'... | |
 | Harriet Mary Browne - 1840 - 302 pagine
...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 fever...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,'... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 376 pagine
...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 fever...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,'... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 pagine
...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...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Has hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O silvan Wye!... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1844 - 376 pagine
...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 fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart;' and when 1 have found in your thoughts and images such relief as the vision of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pagine
...an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. narehs must bow t Ah no ! for his 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagine
...an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. and, by giving, making it ask. iii spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How often has... | |
 | William Beattie, William Henry Bartlett - 1844 - 436 pagine
...scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. " How oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pagine
...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 —...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagine
...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...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Has hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, O silvan Wye... | |
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In darkness, and amid the 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, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro... 
