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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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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844
...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...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, yi suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make...
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Cyclopædia of English literature, Том 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, as not anything to show suckled in a creed outworn ; Ко might I, standing on this pleasant lea. Have glimpses that would...
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The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. Etc

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 619 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...
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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...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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The Indicator: a Miscellany for the Fields and the ..., Томи 1 – 2

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...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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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...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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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 стор.
...howling at all hours, A nd are up-galher'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we ore 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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The Poems of William Wordsworth ...

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 619 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 ; 1 1 moves us not — Great God ! 1 'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 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...
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