 | English poetry - 1863 - 982 pages
...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 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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1863 - 326 pages
...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... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 348 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Education - 1864 - 378 pages
...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... | |
 | 1865 - 448 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 432 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1865 - 316 pages
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 pages
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1866 - 508 pages
...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...tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather ba A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; • So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses... | |
 | Frances Martin - English poetry - 1866 - 506 pages
...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...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,... | |
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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. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed... 
