 | Horace - 1855 - 718 páginas
...powers : Little we sec 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...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... | |
 | John William Douglas - 1856 - 266 páginas
...our powers : little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid hoon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds...everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not." WOKDSWOETH. " Whatever our wanderings, our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1856 - 540 páginas
...; Little there is in Nature that is ours, We've 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 upgather'd now, like sleeping flowers ; For this, for ev'rything we're out of tune, It moves us not... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 páginas
...infidelity of a Christian age as more uncongenial than the fond aspirations even of Paganism. This sea, that bares her bosom to the moon, — The winds, that...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 páginas
...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...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; 295 It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan, suckled... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 páginas
...Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bears her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not ! Great Heaven ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 páginas
...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...hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; * The rapturousness of Spring was perhaps never more nobly expressed than in the last two lines of... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 páginas
...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-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Chambers - 1858 - 378 páginas
...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...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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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. 
