 | 1863 - 982 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1864 - 378 páginas
...that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bears her bosom to the7 moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours,...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... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 348 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 everything we are out of tune ; It moves us not.... | |
 | 1865 - 448 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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 316 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 432 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-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1866 - 828 páginas
...powers : Little we see in nature that is oure ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not Great God I I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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... | |
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1866 - 408 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...like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we arc out of tune ; 213 It moves us not. — ( I rait God ! I'd rather bo A Pagan suckled in a creed... | |
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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. 
