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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. "
The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns]. - Sayfa 156
Book tarafından - 1847 - 186 sayfa
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Poems, in Two Volumes,

William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 sayfa
...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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Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the ...

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 sayfa
...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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Poems, 2. cilt

William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 sayfa
...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 Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, 3. cilt

William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 sayfa
...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 Indicator, 1. cilt

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 sayfa
...moon ; . „.| ,. t ., ., i -i . The Winds that will be howling at all hours, , And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers':'" For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; ' !•'•s'••-' '• • v.-nn .' It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be l. t A Pagan...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2. cilt

William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 sayfa
...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 British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of ...

British poets - 1828 - 838 sayfa
...have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc 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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Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 sayfa
...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 Sonnets of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 sayfa
...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 Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, 10. cilt;21. cilt

1839 - 512 sayfa
...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." ll. Sonnet*, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things than...
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