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" 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; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. "
Wordsworth - Страница 178
по William Wordsworth, Andrew Lang - 1897 - 294 страници
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Poems, in Two Volumes,

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...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...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...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...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...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...

Poems, Том 2

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...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...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...

The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Том 3

William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 страници
...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...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...

The Sonnets of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 страници
...Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : with Us Littie we see ;n Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...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...

The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of ...

British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc lay, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness...radiance which was once so hright Be now for ever tak suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 страници
...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 every thing,...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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2

William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 страници
...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...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...

Specimens of English Sonnets

1833 - 240 страници
...that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing,...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...

The Indicator, and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 страници
...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...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...




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