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" 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 ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. "
Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. I - Page 189
edited by - 1906 - 202 pages
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 2

William Wordsworth - 1827
...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 that would make me less forlorn...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - Fore-edge painting - 1828 - 340 pages
...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 us not. — Great God. ! I 'd raiher be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840
...that 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...
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The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. Woodford

A Montagu Woodford - 1841
...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 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...
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844
...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 that would make me less forlorn...
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Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 2

Robert Chambers - English literature - 1844
...boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are but и mediocrity 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...
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Cyclopędia of English literature, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are orn. Composed upon 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...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 110

1871
...bares her bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling nt all hours, And now upgivthered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything,...we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I had rather be A Pagan suckled in some creed outworn! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 113

1872
...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...
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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...! 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,...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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