...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 of things. If this . . Be but...amid 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...

...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...

...become a living soul t While with an eye mode quiet by the power Of harmony, anil the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. " If this Be but a...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...

...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...

...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 of things. If this Be but a vain...stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have bong upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to tbee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou...

...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 of things. If this Be but a vain...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, i Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, c •. - . O...

...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 of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, ohl how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...

...the poet thus replies to the cold scepticism that doubts the influence of this "• blessed gift" : " Yet oh! how oft In darkness, and amid the many shapes...stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have bung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer...

...will know That in the history of my lonely hours Some gentler passages were writ by them. TWILIGHT. -When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.' WORDSWORTH. O TWILIGHT hour! who art so very cool And balmy in the summer eventide, With thy rich breathing...

...become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, mid the deep power of joy, manded (and the silence came), Here let the billows...hove rest ? Yc Ice-falls! ye that from the Mountain shape* Of joyless day-light, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung...