 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.  Specimens of English Sonnets - Strana 192autor/autoři: Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 224 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 str.
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 str.
...that bares her bosom to the moon ; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered 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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1835 - 610 str.
...that bares her bosom to the moon ; The Winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers ; — For this, for every...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing in this pleasant lea, Have glimpses, that would make... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1835 - 350 str.
...that bares her bosom to the moon ; The Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered 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... | |
 | 1832 - 448 str.
...tbat 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 Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 str.
...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 Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 str.
...that hares her hosom 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,...of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather he A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that... | |
 | 1839 - 510 str.
...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." Miieett. Sonnets, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things... | |
 | 1840 - 378 str.
...be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 str.
...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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