 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
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 str.
...be howling at all hours, And arc 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 out-worn ; , So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would... | |
 | Henrietta Camilla Jenkin - 1846 - 954 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.' Et tu, Brute ! Prithee let me hear no more of such an uncalled-for wish of enthralling the poor man's... | |
 | 784 str.
...howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we're 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... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 str.
...; Little we 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...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan, suckled in a creed out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 str.
...; Little we 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...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan, suckled in a creed out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 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... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 str.
...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... | |
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