 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. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;...  A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth - Strana 28autor/autoři: William Wordsworth - 1865 - 279 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 str.
...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...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 - 1815 - 416 str.
...murmuring pipes Be gracious as the music and the bloom And all the mighty ravishment of Spring. 181 XXIV. THE world is too much with us; late and soon,...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 - 1820 - 362 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 str.
...sordid boon '. : - • ',i , ., : This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; . „.| ,. t ., ., i -i . The Winds that will be howling at all hours, , And...flowers':'" For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; ' !•'•s'••-' '• • v.-nn .' It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be l. t A Pagan... | |
 | 1826 - 638 str.
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 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 str.
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 str.
...Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : with Us Littie we see ;n Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 str.
...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...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 str.
...ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc lay, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness...radiance which was once so hright Be now for ever tak suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 str.
...in Nature that is ours; We liave given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! WORDSWORTH'S POETICAL WORKS. This Sea that bares 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 every thing, we are out of tune; It moves... | |
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