 | Thomas Arnold - 1858 - 560 páginas
...we sec in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This 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 God ! I 'd rather be A pagan suckled in a... | |
 | WILLIAM WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 páginas
...our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; Wo 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 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-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune J It moves us... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 554 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...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 336 páginas
...powers : Little we see in nature that is ours ; "We have given our hearts away, — a eordid hoon ! This sea, that bares her bosom to the moon, — The...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... | |
 | Caroline M. Mersereau - 1860 - 370 páginas
...that is yours ; You give your heart away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the nioon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are...now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything you are out of tune, It moves you not. Wordsworth. L. — That you like a slight flirtation, By the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 páginas
...nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her b/)som to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all...are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, tor everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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-gather'd now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everythmg, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.—Great... | |
 | 1863 - 326 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...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... | |
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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. 
