 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
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 páginas
...the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. Though absent long, 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-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and feint, And somewhat... | |
 | 1834 - 864 páginas
...of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !' If it were possible to read or repeat such passages too often, we might stop here ; for there are... | |
 | George Agar Hansard - 1834 - 280 páginas
...BIVERY, a few miles from Capel Callwen. LLYN VAWB, about six miles from Devynnock. RADNORSHIRE. Oh, sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee ! Once again I see these hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, Little lines of sportive wood... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye 1 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... | |
 | 1840 - 378 páginas
...of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 páginas
...world, Has hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O 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... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 páginas
...living soul ; -JiA I While, with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain...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... | |
 | William Beattie, William Henry Bartlett - 1844 - 436 páginas
...daylight, 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...the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! " WORDSWORTH, July 13, 1798. *" It may almost be said," remarks the same writer, ing articie .—... | |
 | Thomas Roscoe - 1844 - 514 páginas
...LLANDOGO — BROCKWEIR — TINTKRN — WINDCLIFF — PIERCEFIELD — CHEPSTOW — BRISTOL CHANNEL. O SYLVAN WYE ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! * * * * Thy beauteous forms, Through a long absence have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 it well, 'twas black as jet — You stare — but sirs, I've got it yet, And can ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
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