 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 826 páginas
...will be howling at all hours, Aud are up-gathered now like sweeping flowon: For this, for evervthing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. "Great God !...me less forlorn* Have sight of Proteus coming from tlie sea; Or bear old Tritou blow liis wreathed bora. Composed upon Westminster Bridge^ September 3,... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1880 - 502 páginas
...that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds, that will he howling at all hours, And are regathered now, like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything,...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... | |
 | Edward Thring - 1880 - 268 páginas
...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...flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; • ' But.' The construction here would be in full, ' I cannot choose to do anything but.' It moves... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1880 - 390 páginas
...eur hearts away, a sordid boou I The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, : And are upgathered now like...flowers ; For this -for everything, we are out of time ; It moves us not. And in a letter he says the same thing — " It is an awful truth, that there... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are \ip-gathered , passed in music out of sight. Many a morning on...moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisp ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1880 - 464 páginas
...that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are regathered now, like sleeping flowers ; For this, 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 lea, Have... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1881 - 242 páginas
...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...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 - 1881 - 732 páginas
...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...moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn : ?o might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | 1881 - 416 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Frederic William Henry Myers - 1881 - 204 páginas
...our hearts away, a sordid boou ! Tho Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; Tho Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like...of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather bo A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
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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; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 
