 | Horace - 1855 - 718 páginas
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we sec in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that...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... | |
 | 1856 - 530 páginas
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little there is in Nature that is ours, We've given our hearts away — a sordid boon ! This sea...upgather'd now, like sleeping flowers ', For this, for ev'rything we're out of tune, It moves us not ; — great God, I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | John William Douglas - 1856 - 266 páginas
...powers : 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 at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - 480 páginas
...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...The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; * The rapturousness of Spring was perhaps never more nobly... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 páginas
...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...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 ; 295 It moves... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 páginas
...materialism and infidelity of a 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 howling at all hours. And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, — • For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 páginas
...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 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 WORDSWOTH - 1858 - 564 páginas
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; Wo have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that...up-gather'd 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1858 - 550 páginas
...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-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune J It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather bo A pagan suckled in a creed... | |
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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! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling... 
