 | Horace - 1855 - 718 страници
...; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every 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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 страници
...; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 страници
...; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 страници
...; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every 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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 страници
...rapturousness of Spring was perhaps never more nobly expressed than in the last two lines of this sonnet. For this, for every 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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 страници
...moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be 544 WORDSWORTH. [VICTOBIA, A pagan suckled in a ereed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 страници
...moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not ! Great Heaven ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1858 - 560 страници
...; The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 554 страници
...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...sight of Proteus coming from the sea, "* Or hear old Tri':on blow his wreathed horn " 134 THE INDICATOR. [CHAP. xxiv. CHAPTER XXIV. Getting up on Cold Mornings.... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 336 страници
...The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, — For this, for every 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 glimpses that would make... | |
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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. 
