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" 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 ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling... "
The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Σελίδα 9
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A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet Laureate

William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 σελίδες
...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...

The poetical works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1866 - 508 σελίδες
...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 ba A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; • So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses...

An Essay on the Study of Literature: And on Vocal Culture as Indispensable ...

Hiram Corson - 1867 - 54 σελίδες
...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 ! This sea that...thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God I Fd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...

Exercises in Grammatical Analysis

Edward Thring - 1868 - 256 σελίδες
...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; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...

English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 σελίδες
...sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gatherM now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God 1 I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; 80 might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...

The Oxford University Magazine and Review, Τεύχος 1

University of Oxford - 1869 - 314 σελίδες
...will be howling at all hours, And are upgathcred 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 might make...

Our English lakes, mountains, and waterfalls [selected verse].

William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1870 - 236 σελίδες
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like fleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan fuckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, ftanding on this pleafant lea, Have glimpfes that would make...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Τόμος 1

William Wordsworth - 1871 - 630 σελίδες
...away, a sordid bo"bn I Tfric <^.-ч (haf h.lTJ'i hgrbosomio the mgon^ The winds that will beTïowTm^a*t all hours. And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers...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...

The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M ...

William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1871 - 642 σελίδες
...away, a sordid hoon ! This Sea that hares her hosom to the moon ; The winds that will he howling at alt hours. And are up.gathered now like sleeping flowers...for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us noL —Great God 1 I'd rather he A Pagan suckled in a ereed outworn : So might I, standing on this...

Sermons, Τόμος 2

Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874 - 666 σελίδες
...be blowing at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; for tins', 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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