 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, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods,...  The later Georges to Victoria - Pàgina 63per Donald Grant Mitchell - 1897Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...mourn nor murmur : other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...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' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Andnow, with gleams of half.extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint> And somewhat... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...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' 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 Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...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' 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... | |
 | 1838 - 884 pàgines
...mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss I would_believe Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, but of amplest power To soften and subdue. " And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 pàgines
...fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan W,ye ! Thou wanderer thro' 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... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pàgines
...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 thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half extinguished thought, W ith many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | 1825 - 500 pàgines
...mourn nor murmur; other gifts Hare followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour...Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of bumanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 pàgines
...impressions, which, in my solitary breast, those scenes have deeply graven, bear with me — ' " For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour...Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue."... | |
 | Moyle Sherer - 1825 - 454 pàgines
...impressions, which, in my soli15 tary breast, those scenes have deeply graven, bear with me — " For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue."... | |
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