 The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste 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...  Early Poems - Page 226by William Wordsworth - 1889 - 256 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...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 every thing,...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... | |
 | 1850 - 746 pages
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 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pages
...moon ; The winds Hint will be howling at all hours, And are tiiv-giitliered now like sleeping (lowers; hings An under-sense of greatest; sees the parts As parts, but with a feelin ! IM rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 pages
...bo 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... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pages
...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 every thing,...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 - 228 pages
...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 every thing,...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 - 234 pages
...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 every thing,...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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Horace - 1855 - 718 pages
...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 every thing,...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... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pages
...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 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... | |
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