 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 - Sida 2221821Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 sidor
...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 often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 sidor
...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 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 sidor
...and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the heatings 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 ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguishJd- thought. With many recognitions dim and... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 sidor
...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 the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee ! " He came forth from amid the cloudy, stormy elements of society to render the unwearied... | |
 | 1857 - 336 sidor
...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, — How oft in spirit have I t«rned to thee, ' 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !" He came forth from amid the cloudy, stormy elements of society to render the unwearied service of... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1858 - 228 sidor
...ascending this singular mountain are from Llandovcry and Devyuock, near Brecknock. RADNORSHIRE. ** Oh, sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to lhce ! Once again I see these hedgerows, hardly hedgerows now, Little lines of sportive wood run wild... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1859 - 436 sidor
...weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until,...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... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1860 - 228 sidor
...ascending this singular mountain are from Llandovery and Devynock, near Brecknock. BADNOBSHTRE. * Oh, sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee ! Once again I see these hedgerows, hardly hedgerows now, Little lines of sportive wood run wild ;... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 sidor
...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 the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee !" He came forth from amid the cloudy, stormy elements of society to render the unwearied service of... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 sidor
...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 the woods, How often has my spirit turn'd to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thonglit, With many recognitions dim and... | |
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