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" Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While... "
The poetical works of William Wordsworth - Страница 181
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Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From ...

William Wordsworth - 1802
...this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood ^ Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye...amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light, when the ftetful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon -the beatings of my heart, How...

Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802
...of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. s If this Be but a...

The Annual Review and History of Literature, Том 2

1804
...strong charm Of Nature." Bajley, 53, 54. 49. Compare these passages with Mr. Wordsworth's " Wye." " When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the heatings of my heart, How oft m spirit have I turn'd to thce ! # • • nor the sneers of selfish...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 44

1838
...become a living soul t While with an eye mode quiet by the power Of harmony, anil the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. " If this Be but a...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Has hung upon the heatings of my heartHow oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 silvan Wye ! Thou...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 88

1860
...deep power of joy," and seen beneath a ruffled surface an inner life of peace. And even now, for us, when " The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of the heart — How oft, in spirit," may we turn to pictures such as these by Scheffer, and find a blessed...

The Etonian

1820
...this corporeal frame, , And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an...stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have bong upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to tbee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou...

The Etonian, Том 1

1821
...this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, i Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, c •. - . O...

The Etonian, Том 1

Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt - 1822
...this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an...life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, ohl how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 1

Charles Knight - 1823
...this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul ; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things ' " A few laughed,...

The Atlantic Magazine, Том 2

Robert Charles Sands - 1825
...the poet thus replies to the cold scepticism that doubts the influence of this "• blessed gift" : " Yet oh! how oft In darkness, and amid the many shapes...stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have bung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer...




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