 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 not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed...  The Quarterly Review - الصفحة 25المحررون: - 1842عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 438
...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... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 228
...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... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 228
...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 - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...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...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... | |
 | Horace - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 718
...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 William Douglas - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 266
...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 that will be howling...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 - عدد الصفحات: 474
...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... | |
 | 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 530
...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 ; — great God, I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that might make... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...Christian age as more uncongenial than the fond aspirations even of Paganism. This sea, that bares her bosom to the moon, — The winds, that will be...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...perhaps never more nobly expressed than in the last two lines of this sonnet. 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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