 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 542 páginas
...powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours : We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1845 - 572 páginas
...we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea, that bears her bosom to the moon; The winds, that will be howling...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 páginas
...powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1845 - 540 páginas
...we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea, that bears 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, A nd are up-galher'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we ore out of tune ; It... | |
 | 1846 - 436 páginas
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that...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... | |
 | Henrietta Camilla Jenkin - 1846 - 954 páginas
...: Little we see in nature that is ours ; We've given our hearts away — a sordid boon ! This sea, that bares her bosom to the moon — The winds, that...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... | |
 | 784 páginas
...Little we see in nature that is ours ; We've given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bears her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...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 ;... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will 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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1846 - 588 páginas
...we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea, that bears her bosom to the moon ; The winds, that will be howling at all hours, And arc up.gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
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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. 
