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" This 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. "
Fraser's Magazine - 449. oldal
1871
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Poems, in Two Volumes,

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 oldal
...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...; 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...

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...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...; 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...

Poems, 2. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...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...; 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...

The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, 3. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 oldal
...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...; 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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 oldal
...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...; 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...

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 oldal
...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...; 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...

The Sonnets of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 oldal
...Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : with Us Littie we see ;n Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...; 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...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 oldal
...in Nature that is ours; We liave given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! WORDSWORTH'S POETICAL WORKS. This Sea that bares 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 every thing, we are out of tune; It moves...

The Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, 10. kötet;21. kötet

1839 - 512 oldal
...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...; 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." ll. Sonnet*,...

Specimens of English Sonnets

Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 oldal
...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...; 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...




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