![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=eCYAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1839 - 446 էջ
...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...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... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=3oVJAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1839 - 510 էջ
...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...; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune." Miieett. Sonnets, p. 185. (Vhere shall be found a more beautiful spiritualization of sensible things... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=KWkLAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1840 - 368 էջ
...soon, (Jetting 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,...winds, that will be howling at all hours, And are upgather'd now like sleeping flowers : For this, for everything, we are out of tune : It moves us not.... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=fS4gAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1840 - 378 էջ
...powers ^ Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon fThis 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 everything, we are out of tune : It moves us... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=dlFFIQ8tfz4C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 էջ
...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 everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.—Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=IPEDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 էջ
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : I/ittle we see in nature that is ours ; We have lea. Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn...horn. Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September :l, everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=wMYiAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 էջ
...soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we нее in nature that is ours ; We have gn of Jamos I. : — ' Such * superiority do the pursuits...but и mediocrity In them, merit* the pre-eminence everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not. Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=kd_echW7ZOQC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1871 - 880 էջ
...soon Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little is left in nature that is ours: We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon. This sea that...bosom to the moon — The winds that will be howling nt all hours, And now upgivthered lie like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we are out... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=-u4RAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1882 - 844 էջ
...worldlinesss of to-day" had rendered insensitive to the " sea that bares her bosom to the moon " and the Winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; and it is true that in the poetry of nature such overstrained sentiments frequently occur. Yet, were... | |
![](https://books.google.am/books/content?id=v0LD46Ubk_gC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1872 - 862 էջ
...cannot be an agreeable thought. From Saint Pauls. OFF THE SKKLLIGS. ВТ JUAN ISOBLOW. CHAPTER VIII. " This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be bowling at all hour«, And are upgather'd now like sleeping flowers — For this, for everything, we... | |
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