 | William Francis Collier - 1862 - 550 pages
...ON REVISITING THE WYE. Oh ! how oft, 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 silvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods— How often... | |
 | William Francis Collier - 1862 - 678 pages
...ON REVISITING THE WYE. Oh ! how oft, 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 silvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods— How often... | |
 | 1896 - 806 pages
...the banks of the Wye above Tintern Abbey he thus writes: — " For Nature then To me was all in all. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love. Moves there a cloud o'er midday's flaming eye Upward I look and call it luxury." He had come to think... | |
 | Philip Koch - 1994 - 400 pages
...their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love."" to the more spiritual intuitions of the "Prelude," . . . the soul — Remembering how she felt, but... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1994 - 628 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Brennan O'Donnell - 1995 - 316 pages
...but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; 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 the woods, How often... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pages
...vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — =H> 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 tumed to thee. O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods. How often... | |
 | Peter Hughes, Robert Rehder - 1996 - 258 pages
...coloured by the cloudless moon. (Was It For This, 127-31) As in the beautiful lines of Tintern Abbey — The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ... (11.77-81) - Wordsworth looks back to a period... | |
 | Stanley E. Porter - 1996 - 322 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Ira Livingston - 1997 - 276 pages
...^A'd iheirgjad animal movements all gnne by) _j To me was all in all - I cannot paml Whal ihen 1 was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love. That had no need of a remoter... | |
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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,... 
