 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!  The Andover Review - Page 361892Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 pages
...we see 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 at all hours, And arc up.gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We have 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 up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We have 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 up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 378 pages
...our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that hares her bosom to the moon ; The winds...— 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pages
...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...— 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 me less forlorn... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away — a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this — for all things we are out of tune, They... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 750 pages
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that barea her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagm suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Hive glimpses that would... | |
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