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" THE world is too much with us: late and 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! "
The Miscellaneous Works of Thomas Arnold: Collected and Republished - 311 ページ
Thomas Arnold 著 - 1858 - 519 ページ
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 2 巻

William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 ページ
...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...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...

Opera omnia

Horace - 1855 - 718 ページ
...we sec 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...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...

Select specimens of English poetry

Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 ページ
...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...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...

The World of Insects: A Guide to Its Wonders

John William Douglas - 1856 - 266 ページ
...little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid hoon ! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling...up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not." WOKDSWOETH. " Whatever our wanderings, our happiness...

The English Journal of Education, 第 10 巻

1856 - 530 ページ
...there is 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 will be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd now, like sleeping flowers ', For this, for ev'rything we're out of tune, It moves us not...

Principles of Elocution

Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 ページ
...powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The sea that bears her bosom to the moon, The winds that...thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not ! Great Heaven ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,...

English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1857 - 334 ページ
...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...flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; 295 It moves us not. — Great God ! I 'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ; So might...

Lectures on the British Poets, 第 1 巻

Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 ページ
...Christian age as more uncongenial than the fond aspirations even of Paganism. This sea, that bares her bosom to the moon, — The winds, that will be...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...

The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions ...

William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 ページ
...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...hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; * The rapturousness of Spring was perhaps never more nobly expressed than in the last two lines of...

English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 ページ
...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...




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