 | sir William Smith - 1869 - 382 páginas
...! 3. Aa,ods and Oreads were nymphs of the springs and mountains respectively. 207. TINTEI:N ABBEY. Oh! how oft— In darkness and amid the many shapes...beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 páginas
...humor, which, however, he seldom called into exercise."1 TINTERN ABBEY: THOUGHTS ON KEVISITISG THE WYE.' How oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of...the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turn'd to thee, () sylvan Wye! — thou wanderer through the woods, — How oAen has my spirit tiirn'd... | |
 | William Francis Collier - 1869 - 572 páginas
...him. And U nu Dolhttig more." THOUGHTS ON REVISITING THE W1E. Oh 1 how oft, In darkness, and ainid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 silvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woodsHow often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 páginas
...mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened. md. The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. luj. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - 1870 - 466 páginas
...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. 50 If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, 55 Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye... | |
 | Thomas Ballantyne - 1870 - 256 páginas
...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, 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 beatings... | |
 | Thomas Ballantyne - 1870 - 254 páginas
...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 of my heart, — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 622 páginas
...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, oh ! how oft, In...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... | |
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In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro... 
