 | Edward Thring - 1868 - 256 pages
...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...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... | |
 | University of Oxford - 1869 - 314 pages
...given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like...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... | |
 | William Cox Bennett - 1870 - 202 pages
...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...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 [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1870 - 236 pages
...bofom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like fleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan fuckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, ftanding on this pleafant lea, Have glimpfes that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1871 - 622 pages
...winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, tor everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great...of Proteus coming from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. xxv. WRITTEH IN VERY EARLV YOUTH. CALM is all nature as a resting wheel. The... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be ne. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet...listening to it, Thou, the mean while, wast blending ! I 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, — So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1871 - 866 pages
...bares her bosom to the moon— The winds that will be howling at all hours, And now upgathered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune: It moves us not. Great God! I had rather be A Pagan suckled in some creed outworn ! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,... | |
 | 1871 - 848 pages
...bares her bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, ' And now upgathered lic like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out of tune: It moves us not. Great God! I had rather be A Pagan suckled in some creed outworn ! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,... | |
 | Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874 - 666 pages
...winds that will be blowing at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; for tins', 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... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1872 - 396 pages
...— a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; 0 3 x • 1 1 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 ; H z u E H K H H 0 It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be K A pagan suckled in a creed outworn... | |
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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. 
