 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 halaman
...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...Unprofitable, and the fever of 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 halaman
...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... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - 394 halaman
...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 fever of 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 halaman
...become a living soul : While with an 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...Unprofitable, and 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... | |
 | WILLIAM WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 halaman
...with an 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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 halaman
...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...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart,— How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through... | |
 | John Tillotson - 1860 - 164 halaman
...this picturesque and interesting river. Says he — How oft — In darkness, and amid the many simpes 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, 0 sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer thro'... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 halaman
...become a living soul : While with 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...Unprofitable, and the 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 halaman
...become a living soul : While with 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...shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Dnprofitable, and the- fever of the world, Hare hang upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall, Mrs. S. C. Hall - 1861 - 546 halaman
...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...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 through... | |
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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, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro... 
