 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 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 [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1880 - 330 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 [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1880 - 676 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 l, standing on this pleasant lea. Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1880 - 618 страници
...; The winds that will be howling at all hours. And are lip-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, standmg on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1880 - 502 страници
...he howling at all hours, And are regathered 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... | |
 | Manchester Literary Club - 1880 - 772 страници
...howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; l'"or this, for everything, we arc 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... | |
 | John Tillotson - 1880 - 392 страници
...The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers, — For this, for every thing, we are out of tune : It moves us not." These things ought not so to be. We should look to the due development of every part of our composite... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1880 - 362 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'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1881 - 242 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 ! 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 - 1881 - 732 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! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn : ?o 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. 
