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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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Poetry for Home and School ...

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...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 Miscellaneous Works...

Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 545 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...
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Lost and won; or, The love test, by the author of 'The maid's husband'.

Henrietta Camilla Jenkin - 1846
...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...
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The Irish Unitarian Magazine, Випуски 1846 – 1847

...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...
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The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

Book - 1847 - 186 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...
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The Book of Poetry

Bennett George Johns - 1847 - 186 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...
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 552 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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The Poems of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1849 - 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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Notes from books, in four essays

sir Henry Taylor - 1849
...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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Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes

Edward Hughes - 1851
...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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