 The world is too much with us. 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 Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Page 9edited by - 1838Full view - About this book
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 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...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan, suckled in a creed out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 206 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...moves us not. — Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan, suckled in a creed out-worn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1849 - 578 pages
...summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by th' unseen river's gentle roar. TUB WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US. THE world is too much with...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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pages
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 378 pages
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that hares 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... | |
 | sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 328 pages
...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. — 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...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...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 glimpses that would make... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1851 - 750 pages
...we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that barea 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 Pagm suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Hive... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1851 - 768 pages
...bo 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. 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pages
...moon ; The winds Hint will be howling at all hours, And are tiiv-giitliered now like sleeping (lowers; hings An under-sense of greatest; sees the parts As parts, but with a feelin ! IM rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have... | |
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