 | Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - 394 sivua
...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,'... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 sivua
...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 : when the fretful...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.... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 sivua
...the emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with:— " Oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 322 sivua
...emotion which some placid scene had inspired him with : — • " Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful...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... | |
 | John Tillotson - 1860 - 164 sivua
...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... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1860 - 228 sivua
...for ascending this singular mountain are from Llandovery and Devynock, near Brecknock. BADNOBSHTRE. * Oh, sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Once again I see these hedgerows, hardly hedgerows now, Little lines of sportive wood run wild ;... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall, Mrs. S. C. Hall - 1861 - 546 sivua
...seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. How oft In darkness, and amid the uiany shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir...heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through tho woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! " "We have... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 sivua
...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; when the fretful...fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heartHow oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How... | |
 | William Francis Collier - 1862 - 678 sivua
...SPECIMEN OF WORDSWORTH'S VERSE. 459 THOUGHTS ON REVISITING THE WYE. Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid 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 woods— How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now,... | |
 | William Francis Collier - 1862 - 550 sivua
...to him. And It vu nothing more." THOUGHTS ON REVISITING THE WYE. Oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid 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 woods— How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now,... | |
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If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; 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,... 
