 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 страници
...winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, lor every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be cA Pagan suckled in a creed outworn : So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
 | Frederic William Henry Myers - 1881 - 204 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 bo A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 страници
...howling at all hours, Aud are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; — For this, for everything, wings, Shall a wider world command. "Regions Ciesar never knew T bo A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
 | David M. Main (ed) - 1881 - 496 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1882 - 378 страници
...that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for eveiy 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 - 1882 - 642 страници
...; The winds that will he howling at all hours. And arc up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For D he A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1882 - 362 страници
...will be howling at all hours And are up-gather'd 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... | |
 | Alan W. Bellringer, C. B. Jones - 1988 - 264 страници
...'Vli.- 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... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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... | |
 | Charles Wegener - 1992 - 244 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. . . . Those who rather enjoy being cosmically distressed by telling "sad... | |
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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. 
