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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. "
Examination Questions in English, German, French, Spanish: Fourth series ... - Сторінка 51
автори: College Entrance Examination Board - 1920 - 303 стор.
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Lectures on the British Poets, Том 1

Henry Reed - 1860
...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...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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Macmillan's Magazine, Том 28

1873
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A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861
...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...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1861 - 539 стор.
...will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, tor 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 1, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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Poetry of the Age of Fable

Thomas Bulfinch - 1863 - 251 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...
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Vermont School Journal: Devoted to the Educational Interests of Vermont, Том 6

1864
...that bears her bosom to the7 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...
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A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet Laureate

William Wordsworth - 1865 - 279 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...
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A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1865 - 279 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...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1866 - 496 стор.
...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...
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Essay on the Study of Literature and on Vocal Culture as Indispensable to an ...

Hiram Corson - 1867 - 48 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 Fd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...
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