 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,...  Annales de Bretagne - Pagina lvii1901Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Calvin Durfee - 1860 - 462 pagine
...poetic inspirations and youthful joys : — " 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 din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | John Tillotson - 1860 - 226 pagine
...where by his fire The Hermit site 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 din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the... | |
 | Alfred Wills - 1860 - 474 pagine
...knowledge to the best account: — " 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... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pagine
...by his fire The Hermit sits alone. 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 pagine
...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 din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Howitt, Mary Botham Howitt - 1862 - 236 pagine
...hermit fits alone. Thefe beauteous forms, Through a long abfence, have not been to me As is a landfcape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, have I owed to them, In hours of wearinefs, fenfations fweet, Felt in... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 pagine
...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 din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 pagine
...by his fire The Hermit sits alone. 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... | |
 | 1865 - 448 pagine
...by his fire The Hermit sits alone. 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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 pagine
...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 din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
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