 Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep 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...  The Poems of William Wordsworth - Página 348por William Wordsworth - 1908Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...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...have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! •And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...power of joy, We see into the life of things. 2O3 If thisBe but a vain belief,- yet, oh ! how oftr. In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light...have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of.half-extinguish'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the 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 a sad perplexity,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. s If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light...have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...belief, yet, oh! how oft, In darkness, and, amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light, when the ftetful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have...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,... | |
 | 1804 - 994 páginas
...strong charm Of Nature." Bajley, 53, 54. 49. Compare these passages with Mr. Wordsworth's " Wye." " When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the heatings of my heart, How oft m spirit have I turn'd to thce ! # • • nor the sneers of selfish... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 páginas
...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...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Andnow, with gleams of half.extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint> And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...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...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 thought,... | |
 | 1838 - 884 páginas
...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...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Has hung upon the heatings of my heartHow oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 silvan Wye ! Thou... | |
 | 1860 - 796 páginas
...deep power of joy," and seen beneath a ruffled surface an inner life of peace. And even now, for us, when " The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of the heart — How oft, in spirit," may we turn to pictures such as these by Scheffer, and find a blessed... | |
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