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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. "
Specimens of English Sonnets - Strana 192
autor/autoři: Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 224 str.
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Svazek 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 str.
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, yi suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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Cyclopædia of English literature, Svazek 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 str.
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, as not anything to show suckled in a creed outworn ; Ко might I, standing on this pleasant lea. Have glimpses that would...
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The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. Etc

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 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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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Svazky 1–2

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 str.
...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, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Svazky 1–2

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 str.
...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, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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The Indicator: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside. In ..., Svazky 1–2

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 544 str.
...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, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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The Poems of William Wordsworth ...

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 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 ; 1 1 moves us not — Great God ! 1 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 str.
...howling at all hours, A nd are up-galher'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we ore 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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 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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