 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1874 - 96 ページ
...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...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, 55 How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye, thou wanderer through the woods ! How often... | |
 | 1874 - 334 ページ
...and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness sensations sweet. When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! For I have learned To look on Nature,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 ページ
...mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. IHat. The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Ibid. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and... | |
 | Mrs. Chatto - 1875 - 230 ページ
...Wordsworth, when he says : — " .How oft— In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir, Unprofitable, and the fever...the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit I have turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 ページ
...and showers Of half a century, grows alone before it flowers. CARLOS WILCOX : Cure for Melancholy. When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. WORDSWORTH. The world is too much with us : late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1875 - 728 ページ
...Be but a vain belief, yet, 0, how oft, — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, — How oft, in spirit, have I turn'd to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 ページ
...which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. Tintern Abbey. The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Ibid. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 ページ
...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...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 the woods — How... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 286 ページ
...this Be but a vain belief, yet, 0, how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever...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 the woods, How... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 ページ
...Be but a vain belief, yet oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, ݃+ ܃+ V + How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, О sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods — How... | |
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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, O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer thro' the woods,... 
