 O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While...  The Etonian - Página 2221821Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lighten'd : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! •And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...qniet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. 203 If 11119 Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness,...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...power of joy, We see into the life of things. 2O3 If thisBe but a vain belief,- yet, oh ! how oftr. In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of.half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. s If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...fever of the world, Have hung upon -the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit, have I turned to thec O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods How often has my spirit turned to thee ? And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, The picture of the mind revives again: While here... | |
 | 1838 - 884 páginas
...the world, Has hung upon the heatings of my heartHow 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 with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | 1820 - 696 páginas
...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 wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to tbee ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of one specious and very common objection to any assertion... | |
 | 1824 - 446 páginas
...the fever of the world, Have hung upon the 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 ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of one specious and very common objection to... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1824 - 446 páginas
...the fever of the world, Have hung upon the 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 ! " Before I conclude I must take notice of "one specious and very common objection... | |
 | 1825 - 500 páginas
...shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have bung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! We do not recollect, in the whole compass of English poetry, a truer and more beautiful description... | |
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