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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. "
Colossi: I. A Lyric Anthology - Página 189
editado por - 1906 - 202 páginas
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The Oxford University Magazine and Review, Edição 1

University of Oxford - 1869
...boon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered 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...
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1869
...And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; in. 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 me less forlorn...
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The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. Bennett

William Cox Bennett - 1870 - 192 páginas
...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,...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 me less forlorn...
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Our English lakes, mountains, and waterfalls [selected verse].

William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1870
...bofom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like fleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan fuckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, ftanding on this pleafant lea, Have...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 789 páginas
...boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are iling melody, So sweet we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the mean while, wast blending creed outworn, — So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less...
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Fraser's Magazine, Volume 83

1871
...bares her bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling at all hours, ' And now upgathered lic like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything,...we are out of tune: It moves us not. Great God! I had rather be A Pagan suckled in some creed outworn ! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...
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Fraser's Magazine, Volume 3

James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1871
...bares her bosom to the moon— The winds that will be howling at all hours, And now upgathered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything,...we are out of tune: It moves us not. Great God! I had rather be A Pagan suckled in some creed outworn ! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have...
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Sermons, Volume 2

Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874
...winds that will be blowing at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; for tins', 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...
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Saint Pauls Magazine, Volume 10

Anthony Trollope - 1872
...sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will 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." WORDSWOETH. I TOOK up my knife and fork and began to cat in a dream of delight and gratitude that became...
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Off the Skelligs, Volume 1

Jean Ingelow - 1872
...sea that bares her bosom to the moou, The winds that will 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.' — WORDSWORTH. I TOOK up my knife and fork and began to eat in a dream of delight and gratitude that...
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