 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.  The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns]. - Seite 156von Book - 1847 - 186 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1839 - 510 Seiten
...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." Miieett. Sonnets, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things... | |
 | 1840 - 378 Seiten
...be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 544 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 Seiten
...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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