 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 страници
...will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, tor 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 1, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | 1864 - 378 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 - 1865 - 318 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 - 1865 - 316 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 - 1866 - 508 страници
...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. — Great God ! I'd rather ba A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; • So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses... | |
 | Hiram Corson - 1867 - 54 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 God I Fd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | Edward Thring - 1868 - 256 страници
...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. 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... | |
 | University of Oxford - 1869 - 314 страници
...will be howling at all hours, And are upgathcred 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 might make... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 страници
...moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gatherM now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God 1 I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; 80 might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1870 - 236 страници
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like fleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan fuckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, ftanding on this pleafant lea, Have glimpfes 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. 
