...gladdened by a return of a memory of the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — "Oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes...beatings of my heart, — How oft in spirit have I t«rned to thee, ' 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to...

...become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the joy, We see into the life of things. Ifthis Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ; how oft, In darkness...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beating of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through...

...gladdened by a return of a memory of the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — " Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, — Hpw oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often...

...pure 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...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,'...

...Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.. If this Be hut a vain helicf, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir Uuprofitahle, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings of my heart, How oft in spirit...

...eye made quiet by the powei 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...the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings ol my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wand'rer through the woods....

...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power 01 joy, We see into the lite ot things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Ot joyless daylight ; when the fretiul stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon...

...gladdened by a return of a memory of the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with:— " Oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes...heart,— How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !" He came forth...

...gladdened by a return of a memory of the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — • " Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes...heart, — How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !" He came forth...

...this picturesque and interesting river. Says he — How oft — In darkness, and amid the many simpes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...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...