 given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! 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 every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us  A Treasury of English Sonnets - 97. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1880 - 470 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1842 - 578 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 oldal
...is ours : This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! ; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are...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, GETTING UP ON COLD MORNINGS. '... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 oldal
...waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon 1 above thy sphere; Till pride and worse ambition threw...wherefore ! he deserv'd no such return From me, whom he not.—Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 oldal
...soon, Setting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; iVe have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...moon ; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, &.nd are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 oldal
...spending, we lay w.iste our powers : Little we sec in Nature that is ours; We hate given our heart» away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom...The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-fathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, ve are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 oldal
...willing to he reconciled: О gentle Creature! do not nee me 10, But once and deeply let me be beguiled. The Winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping III. A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely рам by, Une after one ; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring;... | |
 | 1833 - 246 oldal
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid hoon ! This Sea that hares 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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1835 - 610 oldal
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; II We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that...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 in this... | |
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