 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 pàgines
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pàgines
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pàgines
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pàgines
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that...we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea Have... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 750 pàgines
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that barea her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagm suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Hive glimpses that would... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 pàgines
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 pàgines
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will bo howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pàgines
...our powers : Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon 1 heart anew, to take the stamp Of foreign friendships in a foreign land, And ill hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pàgines
...moon ; The winds Hint will be howling at all hours, And are tiiv-giitliered now like sleeping (lowers; hings An under-sense of greatest; sees the parts As parts, but with a feelin ! IM rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pàgines
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
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This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. 
