Пошук Зображення Карти YouTube Новини Gmail Диск Календар Більше »
Увійти
Книги Книги
" 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. "
Examination Questions in English, German, French, Spanish: Fourth series ... - Сторінка 51
автори: College Entrance Examination Board - 1920 - 303 стор.
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

Poems, in Two Volumes, Том 1

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 170 стор.
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ..., Том 2

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

Poems, Том 2

William Wordsworth - 1815
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Том 3

William Wordsworth - 1820
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The Indicator, Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1820
...moon ; . „.| ,. t ., ., i -i . The Winds that will be howling at all hours, , And are upgathered now like sleeping 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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 2

William Wordsworth - 1827
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 560 стор.
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The sonnets of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1899 - 477 стор.
...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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of ...

British poets - 1828 - 788 стор.
...have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc 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...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу

The Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, Том 10

1839
...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." ll. Sonnet*, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things than...
Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу




  1. Моя бібліотека
  2. Довідка
  3. Розширений пошук книг
  4. Завантажити ePub
  5. Завантажити файл PDF