 | 1833 - 240 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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1835 - 350 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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1835 - 610 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 in this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | 1832 - 448 страници
...Little we see in nature that is ours , We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The Sen tbat bares her bosom to the moon ; The Winds that will...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid hoon ! This Sea that hares her hosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all...thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather he A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1838 - 508 страници
...have given our heart» nway, u mirdid boon ! Tliis Sea tlmt bare* her bommi to the inoun ; Tin- wind« that will be howling at all hours. And are up-gathered now like KWping flower* ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It HIOV14 u» not. — Grout God !... | |
 | 1839 - 446 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... | |
 | 1839 - 510 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...; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune." Miieett. Sonnets, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things... | |
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Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that 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. 
