 | 784 страници
...Little we see in nature that is ours ; We've given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bears her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we're out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 страници
...we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea, that bears her bosom to the moon ; The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And arc up.gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 страници
...; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away — a sordid boon ! The sea, 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... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 страници
...; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away — a sordid boon ! The sea, 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... | |
 | 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...— 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 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... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 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...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... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
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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. 
