 | University of Oxford - 1869 - 314 páginas
...powers : Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.... | |
 | William Cox Bennett - 1870 - 202 páginas
...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 at all hours, And are up-gathered now, like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 630 páginas
...(haf h.lTJ'i hgrbosomio the mgon^ The winds that will beTïowTm^a*t all hours. And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing,...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 páginas
...waste ourpowers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! rom my thought. Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beg up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 622 páginas
...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 at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, tor everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1871 - 866 páginas
...waste our powers; Little is left 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 at all hours, And now upgathered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune: It moves... | |
 | 1871 - 848 páginas
...waste our powers; Little is left 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 at all hours, ' And now upgathered lic like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune: It moves... | |
 | 1871 - 832 páginas
...our powers ; Little is left in nature that is ours : AVe have given our hearts away, a sordid boon. This sea that bares her bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, And now upgatherod lio like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, wo are out of tune: It moves... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1871 - 642 páginas
...that hares her hosom to the moon ; The winds that will he howling at alt hours. And are up.gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us noL —Great God 1 I'd rather he A Pagan suckled in a ereed outworn : So might I, standing on this... | |
 | 1872 - 694 páginas
...enough to say about it. I am hungry, I want my dinner, and I want to see you eat yours." CHAPTER Till. " This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds...upgather'd now like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not." WORDSWOETH. I TOOK up my knife and fork and began... | |
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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! 
