This Sea 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 everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed... The Quarterly Review - Page 25edited by - 1842Full view - About this book
| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...be howling at all hours And arc 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 glimpses that would make... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 pages
...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 glimpses that would make... | |
| Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 pages
...be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd 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 glimpses that would make... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 pages
...will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered 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 glimpses that would make... | |
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