 | Sarah Warner Brooks - 1890 - 518 páginas
...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 me less forlorn... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 páginas
...howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping tiowers, For this, for everything, we arc 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 me less forlorn,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1892 - 970 páginas
...howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this.for everything,we areout 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 me less forlorn;... | |
 | Hamilton Wright Mabie - 1893 - 320 páginas
...howling at all hours 199 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 pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn... | |
 | Hamilton Wright Mabie - 1893 - 326 páginas
...howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like springing 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | Samuel Silas Curry - 1896 - 388 páginas
...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 me less forlorn... | |
 | Charles Macauley Stuart - 1896 - 328 páginas
...hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ;1 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1897 - 648 páginas
...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...— 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1897 - 648 páginas
...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...— Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might 1, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1897 - 656 páginas
...ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; 5 The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are...— Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; i° So might 1, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less... | |
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d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 
