 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 winds that will be howling...  Poetry of the Age of Fable - Страница vi1863 - 251 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 страници
...sea that bares her bosom to the 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 630 страници
...away, a sordid bo"bn I Tfric <^.-ч (haf h.lTJ'i hgrbosomio the mgon^ The winds that will beTïowTm^a*t all hours. And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers...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 - 1871 - 642 страници
...away, a sordid hoon ! This Sea that hares her hosom to the moon ; The winds that will he howling at alt hours. And are up.gathered now like sleeping flowers...for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us noL —Great God 1 I'd rather he A Pagan suckled in a ereed outworn : So might I, standing on this... | |
 | Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874 - 666 страници
...be blowing at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; for tins', 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 [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1872 - 584 страници
...bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleepmg flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of...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... | |
 | Henry C. Leonard - 1873 - 214 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...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 Dennis - 1873 - 280 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... | |
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