...Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless delight, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...my heart, — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to tbee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods ! How often has my spirit turned to thee ! "...

...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 delight, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the heatings...

...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,...heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye I Thou wand'rer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with...

...made quiet by the power Of hannony^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...fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heartHow oft, in spirit» have I turned to thce, О sylvan Wye 1 thou wanderer thro* the woods, How...

...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,...oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye I Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of...

...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...heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with...

...quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this 50 Be but a vain belief, yet oh, how oft In darkness...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, 55 How oft in spirit have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye - thou wanderer through the woods How often...

...but a vain belief," nonetheless in the midst of anxiety, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and all the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, his spirit has often recalled the "sylvan Wye": thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit...

...which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lighten'd; as well as times when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. In such passages Wordsworth does what only the great poets do: by transforming inherited descriptive...

...hedgerows, cottages, mountains, and fields. He stored up those pictures to solace him in darker times: how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless...oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! (50-6) And Wordsworth shares his memories and wisdom with his sister: Oh! yet a little while May I...