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" 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... "
Mind - Page 403
1903
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The Book of Poetry

Bennett George Johns - 1847 - 186 pages
...; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away a sordid boon ! The 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...
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Notes from books, in four essays

sir Henry Taylor - 1849
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...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...
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 552 pages
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea 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 a...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3

William Wordsworth - 1849
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that hares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...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...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this for all things we are out of tune, They...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...see in nature that is ours ; We've changed our hearts away a sordid boon. Yon sea that bares its bosom to the moon The winds that will be howling at all hours, But are upgathered now like sleeping flowers. For this for all things we are out of tune, They...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 746 pages
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that...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 ;...
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Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes

Edward Hughes - 1851
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea 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...
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...

William Wordsworth - 1851 - 703 pages
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that barea her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling...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 Pagm suckled in...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 746 pages
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our 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 bo howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything,...
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