 These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood,...  Annales de Bretagne - Page lvii1901Full view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry - 1798 - 240 pages
...where by his fire The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, 1 have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet. Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pages
...where by his fire The hermitjata alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the dm Of towns and cities, I haw owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pages
...where by his fire. The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: .But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, .1 have owed to them. In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pages
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | England - 1848 - 802 pages
...Words-' worth says of the Wye : — " Those beauteous scenes, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye ; But oft in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towers and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | England - 1838 - 884 pages
...with all outward things. " These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As ia a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns aml cities, I have owed to themIn hours of weariness, sensations sweet, I'elt in the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 372 pages
...where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...by his fire The Hermit sits alone. These beauteous Forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in... | |
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