 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 oldal
...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 not Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses... | |
 | 1840 - 368 oldal
...bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd 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... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 oldal
...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.—Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 oldal
...that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now on Westminster Bridge, September :l, 1R03. Earth has not anything to show ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; Ко might I, standing on this pleasant lea. Have... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 oldal
...that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now ty In them, merit* the pre-eminence ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | 1872 - 862 oldal
...that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be bowling at all hour«, And are upgather'd now like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It mores ns not " WORDSWORTH. I TOOK up my knife and fork and began to eat in a dream of delight and gratitude... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 oldal
...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 not. — Great God! I 'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 oldal
...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. — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 544 oldal
...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 — Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 oldal
...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.— Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
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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! 
