 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 362 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English literature - 1822 - 616 pages
...waste our power*: 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...— 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - Sonnets, English - 1899 - 308 pages
...powers : with Us Littie we see ;n Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid The Winds that will be howling at all hours And arc 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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1832 - 402 pages
...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...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;... | |
 | English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...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,...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... | |
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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; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 
