 The world is too much with us. The world is too much with us ; late and 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 bares her bosom to the moon...  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Страница 9под редакцията на - 1838Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Book - 1847 - 216 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 out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 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 out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 страници
...summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by th' unseen river's gentle roar. TUB WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US. THE world is too much with...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 - 1849 - 668 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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 378 страници
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that hares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...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... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 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...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 - 1851 - 750 страници
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that barea her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagm suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Hive... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 страници
...bo 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 - 1851 - 748 страници
...moon ; The winds Hint will be howling at all hours, And are tiiv-giitliered now like sleeping (lowers; hings An under-sense of greatest; sees the parts As parts, but with a feelin ! IM rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
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