 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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,...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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 стор.
...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 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 — 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 стор.
...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 стор.
...; 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 стор.
...; 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 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,...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 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,...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 стор.
...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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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. 
