 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 Irish Unitarian Magazine - Страница 246Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
...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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 страница
...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 страница
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
...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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