 | John William Douglas - 1856 - 266 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 Chambers - 1858 - 378 pàgines
...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 everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 554 pàgines
...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 everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | 1863 - 326 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1865 - 448 pàgines
...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 everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1865 - 318 pàgines
...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... | |
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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. 
