 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 368 pages
...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 of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | 1840 - 368 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 turn'd to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | Harriet Mary Browne - 1840 - 302 pages
...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 of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | 1842 - 620 pages
...in the mind of the young enthusiast desert him in maturer years. "The sounding cataract Haunted him, like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and...gloomy wood. Their colors and their forms, were then to him An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 pages
...days, And their glad varied moments 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1842 - 412 pages
...me was all in all.—I cannot paint And their glad animal movements, all gone by) What then I 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... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1844 - 376 pages
...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 1 have found in your thoughts and images such relief as the vision of your ' Sylvan Wye,'... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1843 - 278 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, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | 1912 - 880 pages
...indeed, he worshipped natural objects with an almost pagan illtenuity. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...colors and their forms were then to me An appetite. In these things he then neither saw nor required any symbolism. But presently there came a change,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air,...the waves in songs of gladness there! Chosen of men 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,... 
