 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 ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Стр. 9редактор(ы): - 1838Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 738
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, yi suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - Страниц: 660
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 520
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 540
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 544
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...howling at all hours, A nd are up-galher'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we ore 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... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 436
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Страниц: 540
...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 every thing,...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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - Страниц: 588
...be howling at all hours, And arc 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 out-worn ; , So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would... | |
 | Страниц: 784
...howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we're 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... | |
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