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;... A History of English Literature - Página 421por E. J. Mathew - 1901 - 534 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 páginas
...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 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, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 páginas
...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 - 1815 - 416 páginas
...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 - 1820 - 362 páginas
...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... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 páginas
...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...old Triton blow his wreathed horn. SONNET. COMPOSED IN THE VALLEY NEAR DOVER, ON RETURNING FROM FRANCE. DEAR Fellow-traveller ! here we are onSe more.... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 páginas
...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... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...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 rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 páginas
...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... | |
| Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 páginas
...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 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 - 1834 - 342 páginas
...will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered 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... | |
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